

Nibiru

-The Revealing-

By

J R Simpson

Copyright 2014 J R Simpson

Smashwords Edition

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### Table of Contents

Dedication

Map of Okera

Map of Atlant

Chapter 1: In Antiquity

Chapter 2: The NEX

Chapter 3: Dr. Kizzie's Confrontation

Chapter 4: The Threat

Chapter 5: Betta's Troubles

Chapter 6: The Planetary Mystery

Chapter 7: Dome Surveillance

Chapter 8: The Betrayal

Chapter 9: Rue Disappears

Chapter 10: Kahnn's Desperate Plan

Chapter 11: Search for Rue

Chapter 12: The Escape Plan

Chapter 13: Kahnn Confesses

Chapter 14: Kahnn and Renny's Dilemma

Chapter 15: Kia's Challenge

Chapter 16: The Mystery Packages

Chapter 17: Kia's Misfortune

Chapter 18: Kia's First Word

Chapter 19: Raefell Nuggen Visits Jerka

Chapter 20: The Mystery Broadcast

Chapter 21: Contract on Jadan's Life

Chapter 22: The Ancient Spacecraft

Chapter 23: Third Murder Attempt

Chapter 24: The Kidnapping

Chapter 25: Secrets of the Spacecraft

Chapter 26: Rescue Attempt

Chapter 27: The Flight for Safety

Chapter 28: The Flight for Freedom

Chapter 29: Near Disaster

About the Author

Contact Information

Other Books by the Author

Character Profiles

To Sheron

I dedicate this book to my wife Sheron. Without her patience, encouragement, and understanding, it might not have been completed. She understood when I needed solitude and took the motor home to the lake for days. She read and commented on the story one chapter at a time, vowing with each not to read another until the initial manuscript was finished. I'm grateful she broke that vow; however, she has pledged not to read a word or discuss the sequel until she can have the first draft manuscript in its entirety. She stuck to her guns...she is now reading the sequel.

### CHAPTER 1

In Antiquity

THE MALFUNCTION

The beauty and joy of a _perfect_ spring day dominated the scene. Outside, children played while their parents reveled in the exquisite colors of the flora and the fresh aroma of the season. Some went to the lake fishing while others enjoyed riding their boats— _then the gates of hell opened._

The communicator buzzed, and Raefell Nuggen answered. "Yes?"

"Please, come to the Missile Control Center. A fault occurred in the computer of a Revenger Series Rocket. The fission warheads went active and started the Stage II countdown sixty minutes ago. Forty-nine hours remain on the clock, and no one here can regain control of the asset."

"What do you mean? Did you contact the officer in charge?"

"General Bayne arrived a while back, sir."

"Get back to me in an hour if they fail to fix the problem."

"Yes, sir—I'll notify you."

He reached for his book and tried without success to start where he left off. _Stage II provides a fifty-hour window before launch. Plenty of time exists to correct the quandary, and they're wrong about the arming of the payloads. With all the safety protocols in place, accidents like this can't happen._

Later, the technician made another call. "The timer now reflects forty-seven hours, fifty minutes and counting."

"Let me speak with the general."

"Hello, sir."

"What in the hell is happening? Did you assign the right people to work through the problem?

"Yes, and they're in a frenzy trying to resolve the dilemma. The Head of the CDC is here, and he's at a total loss."

"Unplug the damned computer—that'll stop the bloody thing."

"No, the computer in the Missile Control Center is reading and reporting what's happening onboard the Revenger, and informing us the progress of the time sequence."

"The rocket armed its warheads and started the process on its own?"

"Yes, sir. Part of the emergency protocol prompts preparing itself and starting the countdown if the system detects an attack on a silo or the control center. At this point, the committed computer thinks a war began and initiated the program to carry out its mission, rejecting all attempts at shutdown. With each attempt we make, a fresh firewall is activated. So far, ten new one exist."

"At what altitude can the payload be destroyed?"

"A red light flashing on the console states _'THE SELF DESTRUCT COMMAND IS NO LONGER AVAILABLE.'_ "

"Who are the others in the control center with you?"

"The supreme chancellor, the department head of computer systems at the university, his honor students working on their doctorate, the colonel responsible for the program, and their staffs are here. Some of the smartest minds on the planet are on site. The professor and his group are building a simulator with which to run different scenarios," the general said, his tone disguised his fear.

"Send someone in and disarm the rocket and bombs by hand"

"The containment complex locks down in case of war. All access doors and the cover panels at the top are programmed to close and lock. They will open ten minutes before launch.

"Tell me the status now?"

"The clock reads zero minus forty-six hours."

"General, keep me informed, and solve the damn problem." He stood holding his book. In a rage, he hurled the pages across the room. He paced, stopping on occasion to stare out the window of his twentieth floor condominium. The beautiful valley below and the pristine lake with its tributaries failed to ease the queasiness in his stomach.

The general, chancellor, and their aides went into a private meeting at zero minus thirty hours.

"In the event the rocket launches, Atlant will retaliate and initiate a counter offensive. The next world war will begin," said the supreme, with perspiration streaming down his pudgy face.

After much deliberation, they made a dreadful decision. Should the countdown reach zero minus five hours, they would elevate the rest of the Revenger fleet to Stage I, or launch on demand with the push of a single red button in the control room. The responsibility rested with the chancellor to scan his Personal Identification Chip (PIC) and press the switch. Alone, he controlled the fate of the missiles, and his identity required positive verification. The discussion progressed, and the decision evolved not to inform them of the malfunctioning rocket. With the initial dispatch, the remaining arsenal would be armed and activated for an unprovoked attack as a defensive measure.

"General, brief me on the military strength of our adversary. How much of an assault can they initiate?" he asked.

"The Intelligence Bureau assures me we've twice as many Revenges, not considering our Interceptor Series Rockets, which will neutralize each of their incoming. None of their bombs should reach Okera's mainland. Furthermore, a missile is assigned to all their airfields. In the event a few aircraft do get off the ground, our air force will intercept them over the ocean—their fighters are no match for ours."

The discussions took place on the planet Nibiru located in a solar system within the Pegasea Galaxy.

"My confidence is reinforced," he said. "The next question—should we alert our people?"

"The knowledge will lead to riots and looting if we notify them. The risk is minimal," said the general. "We need to make them aware after the fact."

All present reached a unanimous resolution.

The network signals were scrambled to prevent the media from learning of the decision.

The restless group sat around the meeting room hoping for good news. With abruptness, the door swung open, banged against the wall, and a messenger rushed in and said, "With six and a half hours left on the countdown clock, the harbinger of death launched ahead of schedule."

Those in the control room froze with fear as the ground vibrated beneath their feet."

Gramps considered continuing, but after some thought, he decided to tell Kia the rest later. The test didn't cover more, and neither would he. Memories of the past filled his mind. The environment of the planet went critical...

Now is the middle of winter, and Nibiru is at its most distant point from the sun. The temperature outside is a lethal -40F.

The fourth and outermost of the solar system, the sphere follows an elliptical orbit at the far end of an arm in the spiral galaxy of Pegasea. Six months hence, the star will be at its closest. The heat will be difficult to bear. A Nibirean year is three hundred seventy days, and each is twenty-three hours long.

To supplement the damaged layer of Mylur gas, a metal spraying program began after the Great War to enhance and contain the planet's atmosphere. The bright metals, ground into a fine power, arrived in the stratosphere on small rockets. The brightness of the powder reflected away much of the ultraviolet and gamma radiation. The material, however, produced a minimal effect on the heat reflective properties of the planet. The practice continues to the present.

ABYDOS UNIVERSITY

In silence, Jadan sits flipping the corners of the pages of his book. World History fails to interest him, and he fights the boredom with quick glances of her sitting across from him.

Kia Nuggen possesses striking beauty. Tall, with a slender physique, long well shaped legs, rounded hips, and well-proportioned breasts amplify her loveliness. With pale blue eyes and blond, almost colorless, hair hanging halfway down her back, she radiates with light and flawless skin.

Dressed in an off-white long-sleeve shirt, burgundy vest, medium gray slacks with flared legs, he is mesmerized.

Brilliant in science and on track to become a Master Scholar, she stands out except in math. Genetics is her main interest.

The environment of Nibiru does not produce food safe to eat. All requires extraordinary separation to remove the harmful elements left over from the ancient conflict. Special facilities convert the fruits, vegetables, and animal products into the ten standard groups referenced as _The Minnue_. Each contains all the essential compounds required by the body for complete health. The items come in a variety of textures ranging from puree to firm and cover the palatable spectrum between bitter and sweet.

Through the genome, the scientific community works to develop plants and animals edible without factory intervention, and she studies hoping to make the breakthrough.

Athletic and aggressive, she competes on a regular basis at the sports center.

Waal-baal, the nation's favorite sport, takes place in an enclosed court with four walls. The floor, ceiling, and bottom half of the back defines the area of play. The top five percent of competitors, or masters, includes Kia.

They met the previous term in math class and developed an immediate friendship. A university student gifted in mathematics, all facets of computers, data processing, and information control, Jadan excels.

Born on his parent's government assigned farm, he grew up in a rural section of the Province of Sukish. Tall and muscular, his hands show evidence of hard manual labor. His bronze and smooth skin exhibits a small scar on his chin and a larger one on his right cheek. His hair shines light brown, and straight with blond highlights, long on top, cut above his ears with medium-length sideburns and short in the back. He wears neat but unpretentious clothing. Kia scans him in the long sleeved, caramel colored shirt with a banded collar and dark-brown slacks. She finds him handsome, charming, and charismatic.

His scholastic achievements were outstanding in primmar and academy. The fact exempts him from work or a roommate while attending the university, privileges rare for a Commonuer. His computer skills and understanding near genius, but one subject threatens to knock him off the path to Master Scholar.

She struggles with Micro Mathematics. He tutors her, which provides a way for them to spend time together. He finds her captivating. Furthermore, she excels in history, and he needs help.

Across from him, in deep concentration, she reads the chapters for tomorrow's examination. The subject is interesting, but getting him through the class with a high grade presents a challenge. He is failing and turned off by what he considers the boring history of Nibiru.

She closes her book, and with a shove, knocks his into his lap. He glances up—she smiles and nods toward the door.

He returns the grin, and they begin to collect their belongings, put on their floor-length coats with hoods, and walk in silence out of the library.

They hurry across the frigid courtyard. Jadan gazes at her and asks, "Do you think you can get me through World History?"

"Not a doubt," she says with confidence and a spacious smile. "The real question—can you work a miracle and get me through Micro Mathematics?"

He chuckles. "You bet I can."

They enter the Student Social, and she pours a steaming cup of Kava for each, to counter the bone-chilling cold of the day. They find a table in a quiet and secluded corner and put their books and cups down.

While opening her book, she remembers the stories of her grandfather. She begins with an overview. "In the distant past, the planet became a developed and industrialized world. The two major continents reveled in well-defined democratic societies, and the governments ruled with representatives and leaders elected by the people. Okera embraced two political parties, and Atlant claimed three. Each controlled a strong military for protection against the other. The leadership used fear of immanent attack to strengthen their control over the people. Bureaucrats believed panic to be the best way to convince the general populace of their necessity." After pausing to sip her drink, she says, "Rivalry between the two became extreme as each attempted to monopolize the majority of the world's critical resources. The intense rivalries led to a military race so fierce the entire world bordered on disaster. Ancient Nibiru went to war. With fission bombs launched by both sides, all life on the continent of Atlant perished as did vital parts of Okera."

The history of the planet reads like a horror story and he, a compassionate and low-keyed individual, chose to block the facts from his memory.

"They vaporized everything for many kilometers and poisoned the soil and water. For thousands of years, the impact lasted," he says in a disinterested almost sarcastic voice.

"Yes. For decades, all life on the planet hovered on the brink of extinction."

"How would intelligent, civilized beings initiate so much destruction against others?"

"The disaster happened by an electronic mishap."

"An accident?"

"Yes. In the race for military supremacy, safety protocols became relaxed, and an electrical short..."

"What the history books say makes me suspicious, I think more details exist."

"Perhaps, but we need to stick to the official text, since tomorrow's exam will cover the data."

After several hours of intense study, he glances at her and says, "My brain's sizzling. I think we should stop for today."

"Okay, I think you're right. You understand the information pretty well. Let's meet back here in the morning one hour before the test, for a final run through."

"Super..."

The two put their books together and slip into their coats.

"May I walk you to your room?"

"Yes, you can."

They hurry across the frigid courtyard to her quarters and arrive at her door. With humility, he says, "Thank you so much. How will I get through this without you?"

_I don't want you to find out_. She fumbles through her bag searching for her keys. She finds them and stands shuffling them in her hands and staring up at him.

Jadan, a head taller than she, bends over and kisses her on the cheek. An affectionate rush runs through his body. Her skin is smooth and warm—she projects a wonderful aroma. Something is special about Kia. She stimulates feelings of passion, and excitement he never experienced, nor does he understand. He is unsure what to do. He wants to hold her in his arms and kiss her lips, but he lacks the courage. She unlocks the door and steps inside. "You'll do fine—sleep well so you'll be fresh tomorrow—goodnight," she says as she closes the door."

"Goodnight." His tone is soft. He stands looking at the closed door, not wanting the day to end. Loneliness washes over him as he turns and walks toward his quarters.

As he trudges through the cold, he thinks of the closeness, and the sensations, when he kissed her cheek. He tries to imagine a kiss on the lips, and a passionate, warm embrace. Uncertainty arises—no one stirs his emotions like she. Concentration on scholastic matters is more difficult when they are together.

She undresses and steps into the ionic shower. With the warmth soothing every part of her body, she reflects on the moment—his kiss upon her cheek—the warming passions so close. A special friendship exists between them, but Jadan revealed his feelings for the first time, and she was surprised.

Kia fails to realize the length of time under the shower until the hot ion allocation begins to run low. She steps out, drying herself with haste. She wraps the towel around her head and gets into her nightclothes, dries her hair, and climbs into bed. The air within the room is cool.

Her mind races about things other than tomorrow's exam. A longing—a hunger—a fullness—yet emptiness... she does not understand. Confusion rules the moment.

THE BOARDROOM AT LEEBEAR MANUFACTURING COMPANY

"What in hell's happening to The Dome Project? The report I received this morning defines a disaster," the new supreme chancellor says with scorn. "Bhril, I hope you brought the necessary information and personnel to address my concerns."

The Integrity Party now rules being one of the two parties running the government. A small majority decided the recent elections.

"Sir, I received the report you reference this morning, and I need adequate time to research the details. Furthermore, several key members of my staff are at The Dome now. A recall went out, and they're to be back for a meeting in my office in the morning."

"You damn well better find out what's going on. I plan to visit the day-after tomorrow, and please—no lame excuses or vague explanations. Specifics and action plans are what I expect—get the situation back on schedule soon. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes sir, but I believe you're overreacting to a few technical issues," he says in a calm voice. "Let's not make this a political waal-baal."

"This issue cost your party the victory. We intend to correct the problems and get the project back on schedule."

As they leave the room, he turns to his head assistant and says, "I'm afraid this is going to get bad. I believe the chancellor's after my head."

A common practice, incoming supreme chancellors replace senior officials of the opposing party. Changing the management of The Dome Project would, however, lead to serious ramifications. Jerka wants credit for the success of the enterprise, but he needs a place to put the blame if the job fails.

Over the past three hundred days, Bhril engrossed himself in the politics of the time. He chose to leave the details of The Dome Project to his second-in-command and long-time friend, Betta Kahnn, who neglected his tasks because of personal distractions.

STUDENT SOCIAL

He runs into the Student Social. He overslept and arrives late for their pre-test review. She is sitting alone in a booth wearing a frown.

As he walks up, she says, "When I told you to sleep well, I didn't mean this."

"I forgot to set my computer to wake me. Someone dropped something heavy in the hall outside my door—well—I'd still be asleep if he didn't. Will you forgive me?"

"Alright, sit down, and we'll review how much you remember from yesterday."

He finishes his exam and leaves the room. She waits for him in the corridor.

"Well—how'd you do?"

"Okay, I think. Some of the wording left room for confusion—"

"The professor made them vague."

"You're right—now let's go to the Student Social and study for tomorrow's math test."

THE ARTICLES OF RULING AUTHORITY

"Jadan, the _Articles of Ruling Authority_ will be included in the next history quiz. We should discuss them since they're such an intricate part of life. Referred to as _The Articles_ , they spell out the dos and don'ts of life," Kia says.

"An interesting discussion when many of them aren't applied with equity to all classes."

"Perhaps, but let's get familiar with them. I want you to make another high score on the test covering them. At birth, each child receives a Personal Identification Chip (PIC) placed beneath the skin at the top of the left wrist..."

The Government, designated The Socio-Equal Order, alleges to be a true democracy. The people vote for officials in general elections.

Once elected, they serve for a specified time, term limits exist, and the time in office varies by the importance with the more powerful offices having fewer and shorter terms. The bureaucracy plays an intrusive role in the lives of the people.

All citizens must perform constructive work for which they earn script points (electronic currency) with which to buy goods and services. Each account resides in the Central Data Computer (CDC) located within The Dome Project, and stores, controls, and administers all official documentation. A network of satellite computers, named _The Spider_ , spreads throughout the continent and all transmitted information uses encryption protocols. Three serve as backups for all transactions. Should the CDC fail, one of the three will assume its place.

PIC readers transfer script points from one account to another when purchases of goods or services take place. As a result, all businesses connect to the Central Data Computer. A device scans the individual's information and displays the details about the transaction on a screen. The buyer places his or her left thumb on the print reader to signify acceptance of the action. Afterward, the activity is completed and script points move at once. The autocratic government controls the process with rigidity... _NO CHIP, NO GOODS, OR SERVICES._

### CHAPTER 2

The NEX

Four styles of housing exist—one type for each pay tier (PT). Except for colors chosen by the occupants, duplicated structures abound. Unified couples and Master Scholars can occupy houses. Singles must live in high-rise condominiums.

Location makes some more desirable and increases the value. Trade, or barter for living accommodations may transpire with the agreement of the parties, but selling outright defies the law. The policy ensures no homeless on Nibiru.

Everyone earns the same script points in a given PT. PTI consists of manual laborers, those failing to get an undergraduate degree, and working students. PTII includes university undergraduates. PTIII is for Master Scholars, and many in academia, and PTIV incorporates high-ranking government officials and industrial managers.

All must attend a school offering advanced degrees, and the bureaucrats assign jobs to those who do not pass. This group performs most of the less desirable labor. Graduates get a pick of two career paths, and those who complete a degree with exceptional grades, dubbed Master Scholars, receive a selection of four professions and a choice of available housing.

Vocations commit one for life. Each vocation features many levels and opportunities for promotion.

Uninhabitable and taboo the continent of Atlant augurs death, and less than half of Okera supports life. To enter the forbidden fifty plus percent, identified as the _Hell Zone_ , carries severe penalties up to and including public execution. The territory contains contagious and incurable diseases, which threaten the population. Diagnosis of such a disease guarantees immediate euthanasia and cremation. The statute provides a clandestine and often used means for eliminating political dissidents.

Within the government, the social order, and academia exists a secret society, the NEX, part of the Annunaki. A genetic marker differentiates the class, and the gene and others contribute to the distinctive appearance and perceived intellect of pure Bloods. The Commonuers make up the other race, and the Blendeds represent a mixture of the two. By all visual appearances, the Annunaki and the NEX share with the rest of society on an equal basis.

On the surface, all appears tranquil, but the influence of the secret order runs deep. Government control and abuse of authority are rampant. More of the population recognizes the fact, and a growing unrest exists—and an ever-increasing number wants more power and direction from the people.

THE DOME PROJECT

A program thrives in the Hell Zone. The undertaking, named _The Dome Project_ consists of the building of an enclosed city to save the public from disaster, if the powder-spraying effort fails. Security of the site demands exceptional diligence. Entrance requires a special pass approved by Ravi Joanz, Director of the Ministry of Law and Order. Bureaucrats control all aspects of the venture.

MINISTRY OF HEALTH AND SCIENCE

Dr. Kizziah Jayne (Dr. Kizzie or Kizzie) sits behind her desk reading one of the numerous reports from her in basket. She received a promotion to Director of the Ministry of Health and Science following the sudden and unexpected death of Dr. Zea. She soon learns, as Deputy Director of Scientific Research, he withheld much of the agency's business from her. A bit overwhelmed, her curiosity peaks over the secrecy of the agency.

The most pressing issue, climate control, rises to the top of her priority list. The Great War did major damage to the environment, and after many millennia, the planet struggles to recover.

At midday, she will conduct her first staff meeting, and direct reports will give a concise overview of their group's activities. She plans individual meetings to follow. The Department of Astronomical Affairs remains of particular interest to her. To the deputy director, the information remained classified with no access to the department's agenda.

A tense atmosphere prevails in the staff meeting. Her attempts to disarm the situation fail. _I can't imagine what causes so much tension. They are my peers and some of them close friends, but now they treat me like a stranger._

_Perhaps a better understanding will emerge in my individual meetings in the coming days_ , but now, she needs to prepare. She accepted an invitation to give a lecture to the Science Club at the university tomorrow evening.

MASTA BHRIL'S OFFICE/CONFERENCE ROOM

A somber mood prevails as the attendees gather in the main conference room connected to Masta Bhril's office.

Bhril enters, the buzz of the participants' ends, and an eerie silence falls over the room. They sit around a long oval table where the lone empty chair rests at the head. He opens his attaché, takes out his electronic tablet, and sits. He turns around and flips on the microphone and video switches located along the wall behind him.

"This meeting is being recorded. Kahnn, let's get this fiasco under way. Tell me the problems, which threaten the completion date? I also want to understand your plans for getting the job back on schedule."

He gets up and moves to the podium and electronic display board at the opposite end of the room. He begins to give a long and detailed explanation of the status of The Dome Project.

Soon, Bhril stops him. "Kahnn—name the top three obstacles threatening the job? Be short, concise, and to the point, starting with the most severe."

"The major problem remains information loss, and since the malfunction, we've been unable to retrieve about two-thirds of the plan data from the engineering computer. The second problem— is a failure of the translucent material of The Dome's outer shell. In conclusion, the MagnaTranz taking people and supplies to the job site crashed into an oncoming train. Thirty-five people died, and another fifty sustained serious injuries. A section of track suffered destruction along with building materials and the surrounding structure."

"Damn—things are bad when an accident killing people is the third priority. At what time did the loss of program information occur, and when will the backup files be activated?"

"The data disappeared fourteen days ago and—"

"Too much time and the backups didn't get installed. Why did they not get loaded the next day at the latest? Is another problem prevalent?

"Well the link between the engineering computer at the job site and the one through the CDC to the backup computers in The Spider malfunctioned. We are almost certain the information hasn't been lost—but remains in the network somewhere. Up to now, no one can determine where the data went."

"Who's heading up the recovery, and what's the target end date?"

"The onsite manager assigned someone to head up the recovery. He hasn't given us a time frame yet."

Bhril's face gets hot and flushed. He is fighting a conflict of emotions. His anger is about to make him lose his composure, but he recalls his confrontation with the chancellor. _How did he find out about the problems before my staff informed me? This breach of protocol should not happen._ He recognizes a major problem in his organization, and no reasonable solutions are presenting themselves. "Mr. Kahnn, you're now responsible and accountable for the data loss issue. A briefing on the status will take place in my office every morning until the debacle is resolved. I want a detailed time line for completion with benchmarks. Now to challenge number two..."

"Hairline cracks are appearing in the translucent dome panels of the outer shell. The program engineer thinks gamma radiation is causing the formula to become too brittle. He's discussed the predicament with the supplier but, to date, no cause or solution exists. Production of the base compound is halted until a correction is found."

"The failures appeared when?"

"Twenty-one days..."

"Mr. Kahnn, are you prepared to give this meeting a full update on the material situation?"

"Not in detail. I'm not familiar with the details about the problem and status. The Procurement and Engineering Departments are working toward resolution."

"The fact appears to me no one's responsible or committed to solving the problems. Explain what happened to cause the train wreck. Who's assigned, and when will the tracks be repaired? How soon will the MagnaTranz start moving to and from the job site? The project is at a standstill." His tone is sarcastic and angry.

An eerie quiet fills the room.

The meeting is going nowhere, so Bhril leaves the room slamming the door behind him.

Silence dominates and all eyes turn to Kahnn.

The blood drains from his face. A knot returns to his stomach as he walks back to his chair. "Several of you let me down. I'll notify each of you when to meet with me in my office. This meeting's over." He leaves the room, and the door remains open.

The others gather their belongings. The group disperses as a low buzz of chatter breaks the silence.

FACULTY LOUNGE AT ABYDOS UNIVERSITY

Dr. Eath Marshon, head of the Computer and Data Processing Department pours Kava for Dr. Bilden, head of the Engineering and Architectural Department.

"An unusual visitor stopped by this morning. Mr. Nedlib, an assistant to Masta Bhril, came by to visit with me. I believe serious issues exist at The Dome Project."

"I overheard a few stories," Marshon says. "Did he give you any indication what the problems might be?"

"Well, he eluded me, but he asked a lot of questions about the interface of the CDC with The Spider and the engineering information on the computer. He asked about things I couldn't answer. I asked him if he talked with you, and he said no. He can't maneuver the bureaucracy well."

"Now I understand who he is and why he called my secretary to set up a meeting for tomorrow. Can you tell me more about his visit?"

"I uuh—surmise they experienced a major system malfunction and can't find a lot of engineering and construction data. I'm speculating. He talked in riddles and what ifs, but I think they lost most of the project information, and everyone is panicking"

"A serious problem shouldn't exist, since all data's backed up in The Spider."

"Well, with his intensity, I think something went all wrong. I asked him for details of what he needed, but he offered vague innuendos. He's under a lot of pressure. He did mention a meeting between the new supreme chancellor and Masta Bhril. The chancellor's asking difficult and pointed questions."

"I overheard rumors about the problems, but everything seemed to take a back seat to the elections. With the job site in trouble, he faces a real political problem since he promised the people the project will be completed on schedule."

His Kava finished, Dr. Bilden stands. "My wife and I are having guests for dinner. I don't need to be late." He walks away, stops and turns. "You'll tell about your meeting with Bhril's man, won't you?"

"Of course, meet me here at the same time tomorrow."

Marshon finishes his beverage, puts on his coat, and leaves with haste down the hall toward the MagnaTranz stop. He rounds a corner, deep in thought, not watching where he's going, and his left shoulder bumps someone going in the opposite direction. The jolt brings him out of his trance, and he turns to apologize.

"Well, Kizzie, I hope I didn't hurt you," he says in a surprised and sheepish tone. "I guess I need to pay more attention. I last talked to you when you graduated—how've you been?"

Dr. Kizziah Jayne ranked as one of his best students, but he last met her when she graduated from the university several years ago.

"I understand congratulations are in order."

"Perhaps condolences might be more appropriate. I'm pleased to meet up with you again."

"Whatever brings you to my part of the world?"

"I'm the keynote speaker at the Science Club meeting this evening."

"Hmm—I'm free. Do you mind if I come along?"

"The honor is mine."

"Can you spare time for a hot Kava before you speak?"

"I think so."

They get their beverages and sit. "You earned your doctorate since we last conversed. Congratulations—you must tell me about your new job—sounds exciting."

"I'm not sure you chose the right word. The tension at my first staff meeting, earlier in the day concerns me. I believe underlying issues exist of a major magnitude. Tomorrow I'll start individual meetings with my department heads. I should be able to flush out the problems."

BETTA KAHNN'S OFFICE

With the door closed, Kahnn walks around his desk reflecting on the meeting. He and Bhril remained close friends since university days. Their friendship always allowed him invulnerability in his position. Now the relationship is sour. _He humiliated me in front of my peers and subordinates. All the job security of the past is gone._ _I will pull myself together and formulate a plan to get out of this mess after I make a call._

He takes his communicator and punches the button for a preprogrammed number. "Listen, I can't meet you tonight. Things are bad in The Dome, and Bhril's back and demanding explanations first thing tomorrow. I'm going to be at the office all evening. I'm sorry, but our plans must be postponed."

The female voice asks, "Betta, when will I be with you again?"

"Perhaps in a few days. He's in a foul mood."

"I want to meet soon."

"Yes, so do I. I must go and take this incoming call."

He pushes a few buttons.

"Hello, I need to talk to you. An emergency flared up, and I'll be at the office all evening."

"Dinner is ready. Would you like me to bring you some food and a bottle of fresh Kava?" Teska asks.

"No. Don't bring the children out this late. I'll get something from the machines in the canteen. I must go now. I'll call you tomorrow."

"You should come home, eat, and at least sleep for a couple of hours."

"I'll catch a short nap on the sofa."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

DR. MARSHON'S OFFICE THE FOLLOWING DAY

Someone knocks, and the door opens. The doctor's secretary steps in. "Your appointment is here." She moves aside, and the man enters.

He rises from his chair and extends his hand to the stranger. "I'm Dr. Eath Marshon."

"My name's Nedlib and I am an assistant to Masta Bhril."

"Be seated, sir. How can I be of assistance?"

"I understand you're the department head of the School of Computer and Data Processing. We've a problem with some of the engineering programs at The Dome Project. A large amount of construction documentation went missing."

"Did something happen to the transfer to the Spider and the remotes?"

"Answer the question and you're a hero. The input vanished from the computer and never arrived at the backups. Most of the people believe the data's still in the system, but for the past fifteen days, no one can determine where. Bhril believes the project needs a fresh set of eyes. He insists you form and head a team of your best faculty and students."

"Hmm, give me some time to do a little research and consider the problem."

"He demanded I get your commitment now, and he requires you at the site first thing tomorrow with your group. He needs you to start with the engineering computer."

"Well, I can't make miracles happen. We're at mid-term, and I can't spare any of my staff. I might be able to give some of my time, but their place is here with the undergraduates. I'll call them together and get their recommendations for five academics to be on the task force. I'll select two of my people to act as advisors, but they'll serve no other role and must remain here."

"You mustn't disclose the purpose to anyone who's not part of the team. This is a classified and sensitive matter. You, your staff, and students must take an oath of secrecy, and all must pass thorough background checks. Details about the task must not become public knowledge. The supreme chancellor will be at the job site tomorrow afternoon. Masta Bhril must get your guarantee by morning. Form your team as soon as possible and I'll need the names first thing so the security documentation can begin."

"I'll get my staff together later today and tell them some computer bugs surfaced needing some fresh eyes and minds."

He starts to leave, but Nedlib turns. "I can't overemphasize the importance of this project. Absolute privacy must be maintained."

Dr. Marshon calls his secretary. "I need to meet with my staff in the conference room in two hours. This is important. Tell them the meeting's mandatory and please be on time."

He leans back in his chair, with his hands clasp behind his head and ponders.

Soon the last faculty member enters the room, and he closes the door. His tall, slender stature dominates the room. His pale blue eyes scan the group. "This is going to be short and to point. Some serious glitches exist within The Spider. I agreed to head a team to find the problems. I need you to consider who the brightest, most intuitive, trustworthy, and hard-working students are in your classes. I'll write the names on the screen, and we'll discuss the merits of everyone. Each proposed must be in the last term before graduation. From the list, we'll eliminate until we're down to the final five. I'll start with Jadan Kanzz."

Soon, fifteen candidates are listed.

"Now comes the hard part. Any of these would be an asset to the project. We must melt the choices down to the goal, and we'll decide who's best qualified to be the team leader."

The target is reached after much discussion—three boys and two girls. A check shows by Jadan Kanzz.

Dr. Marshon dismisses the faculty, goes into his office, and dials his secretary. "I need you to query the computer and find the five students whose names are on the screen. I need to meet with all in my conference room after the last class today. The name with the check, I want here about thirty minutes ahead of the others."

He pushes buttons on his desk communicator. "Well, Bilden, my meeting took place with Nedlib, and data loss from the engineering computer is real. The situation must be serious because the project's classified _Need to Know_. I suspect before this is finished, you'll be involved, but I can't tell you anymore at this time. I'm going to be away for several days. Let's meet for Kava when I return." The doctor listens. "Okay. I'll tell you all I learned. Keep your ears open...right...okay, good-bye."

Dr. Marshon goes into the conference room and sits at the head of the table. He is reviewing his outline when Jadan knocks. "Come in..."

He enters the room, and the doctor gets up and walks toward him. He extends his hand as he greets him. "I'm glad you're here. How've you been?"

"Okay," he says, in a guarded tone.

"You must be wondering why I called you here. I want you to head a team we're putting together."

"Please explain..."

"Selected by the staff and me, you will head an investigative group of undergraduates. A major glitch hit the CDC and The Spider. A large amount of the engineering data disappeared, and The Dome Project is in serious trouble. They believe the info is still in the system, but so far, the theory eludes the professionals. The situation demands fresh minds and eyes. The team gets almost unlimited access to the computers and systems. The task is to find the missing data. You possess an instinct in the field few people do. You can wade through problems faster than anyone I'm aware of. I'm counting on you, and me to establish the direction for the rest of the team. I'll assign two faculty members after exams, but they'll work as analysts and advisors. They and I'll review reports and recommendations from the group and set the agenda. My schedule dictates you will be working alone much of the time. I'm sure many questions will arise, but I assure you. I don't possess the answers."

"How long will the project take?"

"From a few days to—"

Someone knocks on the door. "Come in."

The door opens, and in comes the other four students.

Soon brief introductions are completed, and Dr. Marshon clarifies Jadan's role. He also describes the classified nature of the job, and each will be required to take an oath of secrecy and pass a thorough background check, which is now underway. "Any of you who can't be one hundred percent committed to the challenge, I ask you to leave at this time."

The students glance at one another, but no one goes. Relo and Rue stare with intrigue into each other's eyes.

"The five of you'll be excused from all classes for the duration of the project. A group of select tutors will put you on an accelerated schedule so you can graduate on time. Now I suggest you go to your rooms and get plenty of sleep. You're to report back here for breakfast at 0700 hours. At 0730, I'll give you a detailed briefing and tentative assignments. Bring what you'll need to be away for three days. Afterwards, we'll come back with progress reports and a review of accomplishments with the two faculty members. Questions...?" Silence fills the room. "You're dismissed."

"Jadan, I need you to stay for a few minutes."

The last student leaves, and he gets up and closes the door. "My boy—this is going to be the challenge of your life. If this project's successful, you can name any career you choose after you graduate. Whatever is going on must be devastating to the project. Other serious problems exist, but this one's the top priority. Without informing your other teammates, I want you to be alert for signs of sabotage. The whole thing seems a bit too strange to be a random computer glitch. You'll be sending me updates each day once I come back. I'll spend as much time as possible the first few days, and I hope the project is defined in detail. The importance of secrecy continues to be emphasized."

The doctor stands and extends his hand. "Sleep well and I'll meet you here in the morning."

"I'm impressed with the other four students. Each is brilliant in their specialty. I'm a bit overwhelmed leading such a group, but I'll do my best. Goodnight, sir."

He leaves the building and thinks of Kia. He takes his communicator and presses a button. The device buzzes twice, and she answers.

"I left a meeting with Dr. Marshon moments ago."

"Is anything wrong?"

"Well, not with me. Can we go out this evening?"

A brief pause follows before she says, "Okay—but I need to dress first. You didn't go to the Student Social after classes, so I came to my room, showered, and dressed for bed."

"I'll come by your room."

"Give me half an hour."

They walk to the library, and she says, "Tell me about your time with the doctor? You sounded tense when you called."

The facility contains a number of rooms where people or groups can congregate in private.

"Let's try to check out a room," he says.

"Okay," she says with caution.

This is their first time alone, the two of them. They arrive at the Student Social, and he goes to the desk and checks out the key. They walk along without speaking. The door is open, so they go inside, and Jadan closes and clicks the lock.

A chill flows over her when she realizes they are together behind a locked door.

He breaks the silence. "Sit here on the couch with me. I must tell you something." He detects the nervousness in her eyes and he says, "Don't be frightened. This is sudden, but I wanted to be with you before I leave."

Her expression shifts from anxiety to surprise. "Where're you going?"

"I can't tell you. The assignment and all aspects are classified. I hope I can share with you later, but I'm leaving tomorrow for three days. Afterward, I'll be back, but I'm not sure for how long. Beyond now, I'm unsure when I'll return."

She stares at her hands crossed on her lap. _Why all the secrecy? I start to enjoy his company and affection, and he's going away._ Loneliness washes over her.

"Kia, I want to tell you, but I can't."

Jadan's surprised when he realizes she's crying in silence. He reaches and holds her hand in a caress, and they sit in the stillness for a time.

She raises her tear-streaked face and stares into his eyes. She whispers, "I'm going to miss you."

"I'll miss you too," he says with softness as he draws her close, and without another word, they are in a tight embrace. He pushes away and takes her chin in his hand. He pulls her face toward his. They stare into one another's eyes before their lips meet.

At the magic moment, he realizes he does not want to go. He wants to savor this moment for eternity. The stakes are high for his future—and perhaps hers as well.

"You'll call me every day, won't you?" Kia asks.

"Yes, I'll do my best."

They remain in a silent embrace until he says, "I'm afraid I must go. I still need to pack, and get a little sleep. Tomorrow, I expect to be a long and challenging day."

He bends down and kisses her.

They get up, and start toward her room and ignore the bone-chilling cold as they walk across the courtyard. Their emotions are euphoric. They reach her room, and she unlocks the door and stands looking into his eyes. They embrace and their lips meet with passion. Their breathing becomes heavier—their passions are aflame.

She pulls away, and says, "Goodnight," and steps inside the door.

"Until next time," he says to her and turns, and starts walking to his room.

"Remember to call me," Kia whispers.

THE MANAGERS' LOUNGE AT THE DOME

Chancellor Jerka and two of his assistants walk into the lounge. Seated across the room, he spots Bhril, Kahnn, and an assistant. They stand as he approaches. "I'm glad you're here," he says in a condescending tone. "I trust you'll make my visit worthwhile."

"Betta will be conducting the tour and leading the discussions."

"Would you gentlemen like a beverage, or shall we get started?" he asks.

"Bring us up to date while we drink our Kava. I'm anxious to get your explanations and action plans. Begin with the MagnaTranz crash—Dr. Zea, Director of the Ministry of Health and Science, and I held a close friendship. His death troubles me."

Kahnn's eyes are weary and bloodshot. He spent the evening in front of the data screen researching and memorizing as much information as possible related to the top three priorities. He contrived what he hopes is a believable story for each.

"Our initial findings on the train wreck point to the CDC malfunction. The computer switched the outbound to the identical track as the inbound. The fail-safe in the system should stop both trains at once, when detecting the two on the same rails, but it didn't. The lead investigator from the Bureau of Transportation Safety said the onboard recorders showed the incoming in the emergency-braking mode when the collision occurred. The outbound MagnaTranz cruised on autopilot, with no one at the controls. The train continued under cruising power until the two hit head-on.

Maintenance installed temporary rails around the crash site. They'll be used until the investigation is completed and the originals are repaired," Kahnn says, in a convincing tone.

"So a system fault is the cause of the collision?" the chancellor asks with overtones of doubt—his left eyebrow rises.

"These are the preliminary findings. Now to the failure of the CDC—Dr. Eath Marshon, head of the School of Computer and Data Processing at the university commands an investigative team..."

### CHAPTER 3

Dr. Kizzie's Confrontation

STUDENT SOCIAL

Dr. Bilden enters the Student Social and glances around. Across the room, he spots Doctors Marshon and Kizzie seated together.

He approaches and asks, "May I join you?"

"Of course," he says. "She told me about the personal meetings she's having with her new staff."

"I don't mean to intrude."

"No intrusion at all," she says. "Please, sit down."

"Congratulations on your promotion," Bilden says.

"Thanks, but I failed in my attempts to break down the barriers with my people. I sense they're hiding something."

"Well," Marshon says, "you did get promoted and not them. Some are bound to harbor resentment. Others who aren't acquainted with you might be uncomfortable with the unknowns of a new boss."

"Perhaps, but I can't succeed without their cooperation and trust. How do you suggest I proceed with your experience as seasoned heads of departments?"

"Well, I experienced similar problems when I received my current appointment," Dr. Bilden says. "Inside any grouping, will be a leader and an informal one. The individual will demonstrate a lot of influence within the population. You can be the boss, but the other personality may be more influential. You need to identify the person and win his or her loyalty. You can do so with skill, and the rest will follow. Their allegiance and trust will come much easier."

"Well put," Marshon says. "Within the same crowd, might be a subordinate who's trying to upstage the manager. Most of the people want power and influence, but sometimes the individual enjoys stirring up trouble."

"Keep in mind, the person might want your post," Dr. Bilden says. "The situation may be a curse or a blessing, depending on the personality. Should he want your job, helping you climb the ladder's a good thing. Some, however, will try to knock you off."

"Be cautious and alert, Kizzie, and you'll do fine," Dr. Marshon says. "The timing of Dr. Zea's death was shocking. Unfortunate for us, he picked the particular day to visit The Dome Project. Many good people died in the crash. Did the investigators determine a cause?"

"Not to my knowledge," she says.

"A confidant, who is part of Bhril's organization, told me, he called an unscheduled assembly two days ago. In the meeting, he demanded answers. Kahnn didn't address the problems with a convincing degree of detail, and he humiliated him in front of his staff," Dr. Bilden says.

"Well, he's the second in command and close friend. Bhril thought him trustworthy enough to oversee things while he spent full time with party affairs prior to the elections," says Marshon.

"I understand he went after the wrong part of his boss's business," she says.

"You said what?" he asks.

"I should be quiet about rumors. Let's not discuss the myth further."

"Well, I must meet with my student team for breakfast. Afterwards, I'll conduct a short briefing, and we'll go out to the project. I can't tell them much, except their assignments. The first few days, they'll be reviewing the transaction logs leading up to the data loss. Dr. Bilden, I may need assistance from you and your staff. Remember you two, mum's the word—I didn't tell you anything."

"Get us cleared and we'll do all we can to help," he says.

"Thanks, but I'm not sure you want any part of this mess."

The doctor approaches his office and finds Jadan dozing on the sofa in his reception area. He touches him on the shoulder.

He jumps up with a startled expression on his face. "Sorry, sir, I didn't sleep well—too many things on my mind."

"I understand. Come on in and I'll make some Kava while we're waiting for breakfast and the others."

Soon, the other students arrive.

Dr. Marshon begins more in depth introductions. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome. I'll assume you aren't familiar with each other, so I'll make the intros. Jadan's the team leader. He demonstrates exceptional skills in mathematics and all facets of computer technology. Kraymer's specialty is hardware. He's among the top designers, and he's doing research into the feasibility of organic circuitry to replace the current metal and mineral components in use. Surtat is a graduate student preparing to be a teacher. She specializes in software code. She's one of the best in her field. Relo's a specialist in system design and skilled at programming computer games and models. His acquaintances refer to him as 'The Magician." What you see is _NOT WHAT YOU GET_ in many of his designs. Rueef Lorenz is an expert in encoding. She received _THE STAR OF EXCELLENCE_ for an encryption program the professionals and mega computers are unable to break. Her friends call her Rue. Congratulations go to all of you for your selection. We'll take a few minutes for each of you to get acquainted."

The door opens, and an individual enters pushing a cart containing breakfast. Soon they sit and eat.

"Were you knowledgeable of one another before now?" Dr. Marshon asks.

"I shared classes with all the rest except Surtat," Jadan says. "In fact, Kraymer, and I worked on a project together."

"Right," he says. "I recognize Rue from previous courses."

With a chuckle, Relo says, "She tested one of my programs and shot quite a few holes in my work."

"I'm not so sure. The program misled me—appearing to be a war game, in reality, a spy agenda revealed itself. He programmed in unique ways to get me to enter sensitive personal data. Beware if you test his software." Rue says.

"I had not met any of the others," Surtat says. "I appreciate the opportunity to work with you."

"Well, I'm glad we're familiar with one another. The task we face will tax your individual skills, and challenge us as a team. We're under pressure to solve the mystery of the missing information and soon."

The group chats as they eat. "One other thing," says the doctor in a serious tone. "I believe certain parties want us to fail. Political agendas exist along with the overall project importance. I must be aware of anyone who doesn't cooperate. In addition, you may encounter intentional deception."

"Here's the plan for the next three days. We'll be staying in guest quarters, and other workers and management personnel are at work on site. Exercise extreme caution not to let others become aware of what you're doing. Listen and you might learn valuable information from those who are off duty."

"Are we to interact with off-duty individuals," Rue asks?

"Yes, but on a casual basis. You can admit you are from the university, but they must believe this is an academic project. You're telling the truth—of sorts."

DR. KIZZIE'S OFFICE THE FOLLOWING DAY

"Come in, Mr. Eas and sit down. We are acquainted with each other by profession for quite some time."

"We are," he says with an attitude of neutrality and a stern frown on his face.

"I studied the overview of your department, and yours is an area of interest to me. I'm anxious to learn more about your programs."

"I'll answer your questions."

His tenor and facial expressions startle Kizzie. He appears and sounds like a man who is ready to throw a temper tantrum.

"Mr. Eas, I gather from the tone of this conversation you aren't going to make the transition easy."

"I'll respond to your inquiries," he says in a more sarcastic character.

_He is testing me. I let him get away with this obvious disrespect—I'll never gain his respect_. _Esteem is by far more important than friendship. He appears liked by most of his peers, and his influence is evident._

Kizzie's supervisory style relies on trust and empowerment. She never exerted her authority, but she can take a firm stand.

Eas' face flushes and he purses his lips. In his anger, he grits his teeth. "With respect madam, I'm not sure how you got the appointment, but Dr. Zea groomed me to be his replacement. You got my job. Time is needed before I decide if I can work for you."

"I'm not sure how I got selected either, but he didn't groom and present you well. Furthermore, you're out of time. I expect your decision by this time tomorrow. You'll give me one hundred percent cooperation and respect, or I'll demand your letter of resignation," she says in a stern voice. "This meeting is over."

She stands, and with authority, she escorts a stunned Eas to the door.

He leaves, and his anger begins to peak. He underestimated her, and she stood firm with him. He now realizes his job is in jeopardy. He must get his thoughts together and decide his next move.

Kizzie closes her door and says to her assistant, "Schedule a meeting at the same time tomorrow for Mr. Eas." She walks to her desk and sits down. She leans back in her chair with her hands clasped behind her head. _I might as well address this now. I must remain in control, or I am done before I get started. If he comes back with the same bad attitude, I will demote and transfer him_.

Bilden said, "Well, I experienced similar problems..."

Marshon said, "Well put..."

Is Eas the informal group leader? Time will tell.

THE TEAM TRAVELS TO THE DOME

The group meets at the rendezvous at the designated time. A mixed sense of excitement and apprehension abounds as the doctor greets them. "I'm glad you're all here. Is everyone ready to tackle the tasks?"

"About as prepared as I can be under the circumstances," says Jadan.

"I didn't realize the world functioned at this time of day," Rue says.

"Sorry, but we need to be in Main Control when the first shift arrives and begins work. The CDC Administrator will brief us and show us around. He'll introduce us to the key individuals with whom we'll be working."

"The 'ALL-SEEING EYE' is watching you," says Relo in evil tone.

The MagnaTranz system is subterranean. A series of trains operate using electro-magnetism. The tracks are 'T' shaped, and the undercarriage of the individual cars straddles the top of the 'T' with safety angles with wheels wrapping under the head. The base of the track anchors to an insulated foundation, which in turn, bolts to massive concrete slabs. The electro-magnetic current creates a field and 'floats' each specialized undercarriage. The train is operational, and no physical contact takes place between the lower support and the superstructure. A ripple of magnetic impulses ahead generates the propulsion. To brake, the magnetism moves to the back and creates drag. The operator controls the energy and thus the amount of braking through a foot-pedal. The central computer can also control decelerating and accelerating. The ride, acceleration, and stopping are so smooth one finds difficulty telling when the train is moving.

Soon, a man in uniform walks through the car with a sophisticated instrument in his hand with flashing lights. He passes everyone, and the device chirps.

"The Central Data Computer is now aware of each person entering the secured area. Detection of an unauthorized person sets off an alarm, and the MagnaTranz can't get underway until all onboard are cleared," Dr. Marshon says.

A bell rings twice and the train starts to accelerate, until reaching cruising speed. The car rocks with gentleness when another passes going in the opposite direction. A short time later, the transporter begins to slow. Stopped at the platform, a female voice announces, "Main Control and CDC." A door opens.

"I'm to escort you and your group. Please come with me," the man says.

They walk across the deck to a waiting AeroBus, a sleek, metallic silver, cigar-shaped vehicle with one door in the side and seating for ten. The top half of the unit is glass. The bottom of the car is flat and is setting on the floor. Four alternating red and blue stripes, two centimeters wide, run in a horizontal direction around the center of the car. They approach, and the operator raises his left arm and touches a device on his wrist. The door opens. They place their bags in the racks at the back of the car, and take their places. All seat themselves, and the man says, "Main Control...Administrator's suite."

No controls are visible in the car. A small panel at the front displays a series of flashing red, green, and blue lights. The door closes and a melodious chime sounds, and a chirp informs passengers the car is going to depart. The unit rises about two centimeters and moves away. The car emits a faint hum when moving, and the pitch gets higher as the car goes faster. Parallel lines of varying colors mark the floor. Each is an AeroBus lane. Raised walkways run along the wall and provide a safe area for pedestrians. The car enters a long corridor and accelerates.

Soon, the vehicle slows, arrives in a large round silo, stops, and starts its vertical ascent. Twenty levels later, the unit arrives at the top and moves to a parking platform.

The man again raises his left arm and touches the device. The door opens. "Leave your bags. They're to go to Guest Quarters ahead of you. Take what you need for your work." Each retrieves an attaché containing a computer and an interface link. They follow the man through an automatic door and into a large room. The group enters, a door on the opposite wall opens, and a man comes out to greet them.

"I'm Keiver Belan, Administrator of Main Control," he says as he approaches Dr. Marshon with his hand extended.

"I'm honored, sir," the doctor says. "Allow me to introduce my team."

Brief introductions completed, he says, "May I present the Division Supervisor. Her department maintains the history at all locations. She'll explain the files, and the codes along with the encryption used. She is expecting you and assures me she'll provide you with all the support you request."

"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen," she says. "Allow me to begin with an overview of the transaction logs. An encrypted list of cryptograms awaits each of you. The electronic tablets match your individual PICs and security bracelets. You'll be able to make notes on your tablet. The F14 key will hide the screen if someone approaches, and you desire privacy."

A long and detailed explanation follows, and the supervisor asks, "Questions?"

"Are any transactions not logged?" Relo asks.

"None—and all end with a confirmation code, which further defines the type of transaction."

"Thank you for being thorough," the doctor says.

"Call me at 5HD250 if you need my assistance."

Kraymer and Surtat meet their assistant and guide. "We'll catch you at dinner," she says.

"Alright," says the others.

Relo and Rue pick up their gear and follow their aide.

"Well Jadan, time to get started," says Dr. Marshon, as they go to their temporary workstations. The transaction log auditing proves to be tedious. The hours creep by, and after what seems like an eternity, the time comes to stop for the day and meet for dinner. They go to the awaiting AeroBus and find the others waiting. "I hope you experienced a good day," he says to Relo.

"Monotonous."

"I understand what you mean. Leaves changing colors provide more visual entertainment."

"This isn't what you expected," the doctor says. "The task must be done. Don't let your boredom cause you to miss possible clues."

"We're looking for what?" Surtat asks.

"The transactions in the log tie together like the links in a chain," says Marshon. "We're searching for sections not fitting as they should. Some missing connections may exist where the data disappeared—unless someone's covering something up. Ask if dates and times make sense, and if the confirmation codes fit the action. Let's find the break in the information flow. We can back up and try to determine what happened before and after. We must understand the associations before we can decide if the data's lost or displaced in the system."

"Think this way. The non-verbal language tells a story," Jadan says.

"Enough of the heavy talk. We're going to do what after dinner?" Kraymer asks.

"Get settled into Guest Quarters, and the rest of the evening is free. You're restricted to the area, but a number of activities are available. Go to bed and get plenty of sleep so you'll be alert tomorrow. The next two days are important to our forming a strategy when we get back to the campus," says Marshon in a suggestive but firm voice. "Oh yes, you'll not be able to call the outside while you're in The Dome. I meant to tell you before we came, but I forgot. Your communicators will, however, work within the structure."

"I didn't sleep well," Jadan says. "I think I'm going to my room, shower, and go to bed. Breakfast meeting time is what?"

"We'll meet at 0600. The AeroBus will pick us up at 0700," says Marshon.

He is disappointed to learn he cannot call Kia. He is sure she will be waiting. Loneliness washes over him.

"Get settled in, and Relo and I are going for Kava. Would the rest of you like to go with us?" Rue asks.

"I need to get my notes organized on the day and prepare for tomorrow," says the doctor.

"I'll join you," says Kraymer.

"Yeah, me too," Surtat says.

"How about you, Jadan, are you coming?" she asks.

"Thanks, but no."

At breakfast, Dr. Marshon informs the group the new supreme chancellor is touring The Dome Project. "He arrived yesterday, but he's not satisfied with what he's seen. A high probability exists he'll want to talk to some of us later in the day. Stay calm and assure him we're doing everything possible to find the problem should he come to your workstation. I learned the computer glitch is blamed for the MagnaTranz crash. We'll be searching the connection also."

"We'll realign our teams. Jadan work with Rue, Kraymer will go with Relo, and Surtat will accompany me. We'll meet for lunch at 1200," the doctor says.

"Rue, lead on," he says in a joking tone.

"At your service, sir," she says in jest.

They reach their workspace, and she says, "Late yesterday, Relo got bored, and while I took a break, he scrolled through the database and found some files with no transactions logged for more than ten thousand years. He didn't try to open any of them, but he said they're in an obscure code he doesn't recognize. Can you imagine the interesting history they must hold?"

"Strange—files not opened for so long. You're right. They sound intriguing."

"Do you think we might be able to get copies?"

"Sounds like a real challenge. With all the security sensors around, I'm not sure about the possibility. Is he aware you're discussing this with me?"

"He is..."

"Well, we can discuss details later. Now, we need to focus on this business. The transaction logs are waiting," says Jadan in a dreadful tone.

"Relo doesn't want to let Kraymer, Surtat, or Dr. Marshon in on the plan. I would like your opinion."

"I'm not sure. Let me think through the situation. How far did you guys get yesterday?"

CHANCELLOR JERKA'S TOUR OF THE PROJECT CONTINUES

The alarm sounds, and Kahnn reached to turn off the noise. The prior day and the lack of sleep the night before took their toll on him. With dinner over last evening, he excused himself and retired to his room. The quick shower relaxed him, and he collapsed in the bed. He awoke in the same position.

A few minutes later, he pushes back the covers, sits up, and puts his feet on the floor. A brief visit to the bathroom, he goes to the kitchenette and starts brewing Kava.

Betta stops before the door of the Managers' Lounge. A waiter greets him. "Good morning, Monsieur Kahnn. Come right this way, sir." He leads him to an exclusive meeting room.

He enters to find the chancellor and Bhril are present. A stone-faced chancellor stares up at him as he approaches the table. The nervous knot returns to his stomach. Kahnn's explanations the previous day demonstrated detailed preparation, but Jerka's displeasure showed. He didn't want reasons.

"Good morning, Kahnn." Jerka disposition is threatening.

"Good morning, gentlemen, I trust you slept well."

His statement gets no response from either. Several attempts to lighten the mood failed. This day appears to be a continuation of the same. His stomach tightens even more.

The room is quiet as they eat.

The chancellor breaks the silence, "Yesterday's tour I found interesting, but I'm concerned with the lack of activity taking place. The computer glitch and the material problems brought the project to a standstill. How do you plan to get things moving again?"

They turn to Kahnn, who is fidgeting on his seat. "A visit to the CDC and Dr. Marshon is first on the agenda. I arranged for an AeroBus to take us."

They await the transporter, while the Jerka makes entries on his electronic tablet. Bhril reflects on the previous day's activity. He expected him to fail and embarrass them both. He believes his failure will lead to his immediate dismissal as Manager of The Dome Project. Much to his surprise, Betta performed well. Not satisfied with the results, the chancellor failed to discredit his explanations. No doubt, his staff worked through the evening searching for inconsistencies in the presentations. His involvement in the political arena and his visibility in the previous elections would make replacing him more difficult for Jerka without a good reason. His neglect leading to the problems at The Dome would give Jerka the cause.

The election win was by a small margin. He must build a strong working relationship with the Foundation Party to accomplish his goals and campaign promises. To fire Bhril will be a political disaster for him. He must show unquestionable negligence.

The AeroBus takes them to Dr. Marshon and Surtat.

They arrive at Main Control, and Administrator Belan meets them. "Good morning gentlemen—welcome. Chancellor, good morning and may I congratulate you on your election victory."

"Good morning, Keiver."

Jerka greets an old friend. "Did you find the cause of the computer failure?"

"No, sir, not yet, but some of the best minds from the university are working toward a solution."

"Yes, Bhril and Kahnn told me. Are they making progress?"

"They arrived yesterday. Most of the day went to get them oriented and introduced to the personnel with who they are assigned. The doctor will bring you up to date. Would you like Kava before we go?"

"We can and I would like you to update me with your assessment of the problem. I'm interested in hearing your response to the initial findings concerning the MagnaTranz wreck. You are aware. Dr. Zea died in the crash, and we became close friends and colleagues over the years."

Bhril and Kahnn are surprised. More than a casual acquaintance is apparent between Chancellor Jerka and Keiver Belan.

He invites the party into his private office. "Take a seat, gentlemen. I'll arrange for Kava to be brought in." He buzzes his assistant and gives instructions.

"Where would you like to start, sir?"

"Give me a recap, in layman's terms, as to what happened."

"Well, business moved along as usual. All worked to specifications until some of the engineering programs began to send _DATA NOT FOUND_ errors. At first, we thought the hardware malfunctioned. All the diagnostics on the CDC passed, and everything met the parameters. Attention turned to the program software. We expected to find a corrupted file or command. All the electronic tests were run, and everything turned up normal. We've gone through the programming line by line, but we found nothing abnormal. All the hardware replaced, we still get the same messages."

"I understand the backup computers malfunctioned too. Tell me more."

"The mystery deepens. The data missing from the CDC is also absent from the three in the Spider. How the problem happened baffles us. The systems failed with the engineering and construction information. All the others worked to perfection."

"Are hard copy backups available for the lost information?"

"No. The number of transactions and the subsequent detail make paper copies impossible."

"Did other programs fail?"

"No—specific ones malfunctioned. I must tell you, all The Dome's critical information is part of those files."

"The project is dead until the files are found?"

"In fact, yes," Belan says.

"How did such a thing happen?" the chancellor asks, his anger evident.

Stillness fills the room. Lengthy silence passes and Jerka says, "Let's go to visit Marshon. I hope he can give me a little good news."

They get up and go to the awaiting AeroBus.

A REMOTE LOCATION

A horn sounds outside, and Jaan hurries to open the door to the old dilapidated barn. An individual riding a powered two-wheel vehicle enters. After moving inside, she parks with four other similar units.

"You're late," he says. "We discussed sending someone to search for you."

"I experienced problems with the bi mobile. The attachment for section three kept coming loose at the coupling. The joint came apart as I crossed a ditch. I thought a patrol detected me, but they went on by."

"The connection must be repaired before you start back. Are you sure they didn't spot you?" Jaan's worry shows.

"I'm almost certain. The troopers would stop to investigate if they did. Are all the others here?"

"Yes, they're in the meeting room. We need to hurry. One must be back for an appointment with Dr. Lelan at 0800. The doctor is preparing for his one on one with Kizzie."

They enter the room, and the other three greet them. "We worried," Seth says with relief.

The Articles forbid private utilization of powered locomotion. The specific article went into effect millennia ago to force the use of public transportation as a means of minimizing further pollution of the atmosphere. Enforcement of the law is harsh.

The subterranean MagnaTranz network covers a large part of Okera. Still vast expanses lack service. They are barren, uninhabited wastelands.

Opaque is a male fraternity at the university—a social club with a reputation for wild parties and loose morals. Membership is limited to Commonuers and some Blendeds. Prior to an invitation to join, blood tests verify eligibility. Detection of the Annunaki gene, regardless of how weak, annuls one's request to become a member.

A group of Opaque engineering students developed the bi mobile. They are temporary one-passenger vehicles assembled in three sections. The disguised segments, designed and built for other purposes, pull together into a functional unit. The attaching points convert the three modules into a bi mobile. They are rag-tag units, but they function and serve the purpose. In a non-active situation, they disassemble into the three individual parts, which are placed at random around the area.

The five seat themselves at a round table and Kaamren begins. "First order of business is our personal ciphers. Some fear the NEX detected the code and frequency of the present one. Here're updates for each of you. Make sure all in your groups activate their revisions within the next twelve hours."

"I'm new to this," Le'gaan says. "Please explain to me the workings."

"Okay," Kaamren says. "We learned the NEX can monitor everyone's movements through a network of concealed PIC readers. No doubt, we don't want them to track us. The cipher's a transmitting device put inside the timepiece you wear on your right wrist. The instrument uses an algorithm to detect the scanners and neutralizes the transmitter in your mechanism by sending an offsetting signal. We change the algorithmic program if we suspect the one in use may be compromised."

"The cipher in the timepiece is off most of the time and allows normal operation of the PIC," Seth says, "Activation is necessary when on the way to a called meeting here or at one of the other remote locations. The unit can also be used to disguise one's presence anywhere."

Le'gaan's attendance became a last-minute decision. Commitments elsewhere tied her brother up, and she came for him.

Kaamren continues his update. "Masta Bhril commissioned Dr. Marshon to head a task force to try to find the lost engineering data. The doctor selected Jadan Kanzz to head a student group."

"He's brilliant," Jaan says. "Who else is on the team?"

He gives him the names of the other students and faculty involved.

"I can't believe two of our people made the lineup," Seth says.

"Did he receive an invitation to join Opaque?" Jaan asks.

"He refused three invitations," Kaamren says. "He stated he neither possessed the time nor interest in the frivolous activities."

Within the fraternity, are three organizations, which include The Conversant, and The Commission. The latter two are secret societies, and a select group of Opaque's members receives encouragement to participate.

The goal of The Conversant is to learn and understand the inner workings and objectives of the Annunaki and the NEX and exploit their weaknesses. The Commission controls the most sensitive information and sets the priorities. Its members come from The Conversant. Membership in both is a lifelong commitment.

A group of females, named Opaque Sisters, shares some of the secrets of The Conversant. They are a natural or half sister of a member of either of the higher organizations, and they go through the same tests and initiations as the male members. They cannot be officers or lead missions.

"Unfortunate for us, Jadan holds no interest. We need his expertise. He's making connections, which will be invaluable in the future. Perhaps we need to try a different approach," Seth says.

"I'm open for suggestions," Dedra says.

"How well acquainted are you and him?"

"Not well—why?"

"An idea—what if we get him interested in the NEX without giving away any of our important secrets?"

"How do you propose we accomplish such a feat?" Jaan asks. "He isn't in Opaque, so he can't become one of The Conversant. Another problem—he's infatuated with Kia Nuggen."

"Ouch," Le'gaan says. "Kia's an Annunaki and a Blood."

He says, "We'll need to give some thought before we consider trying to recruit him again. Perhaps Rue can make some recommendations."

"We might not be able to communicate with her for a while. The next item," Kaamren says moving ahead, "is the crash of the MagnaTranz in The Dome. The preliminary finding from the Bureau of Transportation Safety's a supercomputer fault caused the accident. The Conversant is worried. Kahnn's trying to sell the chancellor the idea the malfunction and the loss of the engineering data are related. A strong possibility arises, if he's successful, they'll open a criminal investigation. The rest of The Commission needs to be made aware."

"Are we finished?" Seth asks. "I need to go. Dawn will come soon."

"Yes," "Dedra, can you take Jaan to the spot where you encountered the patrol?" Kaamren asks.

"I think so, why?"

"You two go and sweep the area. The troopers dropped a locator beacon if they spotted her. Find and deactivate the device if one exists. Be sure to erase all your tracks."

"Tell Rue I need to talk to her as soon as possible if you hear from her," Kaamren says. "Let's go."

### CHAPTER 4

The Threat

MAIN CONTROL AND THE CDC

The AeroBus stops and the door opens. "Let me make the introductions," Belan says.

They approach, and the doctor and Surtat stand and face the group.

Overtures made, Jerka says, "I anticipate talking with you, Marshon. Do tell me about the data problem?"

_He's right to the point and tart._ "Not much I can tell you at this time. To scrutinize the transaction logs for clues is grueling work. No problems are obvious yet."

"The importance of success they emphasized to you—let me reiterate. Failure is unacceptable."

"We'll do our best."

"Let me repeat," he says with sarcasm. "Failure is unacceptable."

The chancellor walks back to the AeroBus.

Dr. Marshon gazes at Kahnn, with a puzzled expression.

He shrugs his shoulders and gestures with the palms of his hands. He turns and goes to the vehicle.

He glares at Bhril once inside. "Your team doesn't leave me with much confidence."

The doctor and Surtat survey the action as the AeroBus moves away. "Do you think he sent a subtle message?" he asks. "His personality is cold as a rock, but the campaign forced him to make public a different persona." At lunch, Dr. Marshon recounts for the others what happened at the meeting with the supreme chancellor.

The rest of you should be thankful he didn't visit you," Surtat says. "I don't like the man. He dares us to fail.

"All our movements will be reported to him," says the doctor. "I learned he's a close friend with Keiver Belan, but we can't be distracted. Did any of you find anything interesting this morning?"

"All appears routine and normal, right up to the time information disappeared. No break in continuity of the history exists. The _Script Point Programs_ continued to function, but in an instant, the _DATA NOT FOUND_ errors started with the engineering program files, which is weird. The files vanished, but nothing in the transaction logs provides an explanation. I'm baffled," Jadan says.

"Can someone overwrite an entry?" Kraymer asks.

"In theory, no..." Surtat says with a frown. "The thing which happened couldn't happen either. I think we need to develop some new scenarios to understand the problem. The deeper I dig, the more I suspect this isn't a random failure. The logical explanation's someone orchestrated the situation."

"Are you saying someone sabotaged the system?" the doctor asks.

"No. I'm concluding I can't rule out the prospect."

"No one vandalized the network with all the checks and balances," Rue says.

"Consider the possibility, unless we can find another explanation," Marshon says.

"Well, where do we go from here?" Jadan asks.

A brief silence passes, and Kraymer says in a serious and thoughtful tone as though talking to himself, "I can build a signal monitor sensitive enough and perhaps we can read the signatures of the computers performing the entries. The idea is to analyze the input and determine continuity by computer for sequential transactions. In other words, is a different device inserting or overwriting information? Surtat, you and Relo will need to help with the test program code."

"You sound confident," he says.

"Tell me your opinion," Dr. Marshon says.

"Let's give Kaamren the go ahead," Jadan says.

"I concur," Surtat says.

"Can we identify individual computers from the transaction logs?" Rue asks.

"Not at present, but I think the possibility exists," Kraymer says.

"Do you agree, Relo?" the doctor asks.

"Now, I'm having difficulty getting my mind wrapped around the concept. You offer a bold idea, but I don't understand yet."

"We'll keep the option open, but for now, we need to go back to work," he says.

DR. KIZZIE'S OFFICE

The communicator chimes on the doctor's desk. She leans forward, pushes the button, and asks, "Yes?"

"Your appointment is here."

"Thanks send him in."

He walks in and Kizzie stands. "Sit down, Mr. Eas."

"Thank you," he says, his tone is cordial.

_Now this is starting better._ She sits and reclines in her chair.

He stares at his hands folded on his lap, and glances up with meekness. "I owe you an apology. My conduct yesterday displayed rudeness, and a lack of professionalism. I assure you, I won't repeat my poor judgment. I hope we can back up and start over."

Kizzie's eyes widen as her eyebrows elevate. She did not expect such a reaction. "Okay, let's try this again. I studied the overview of your department. I must admit—yours is an area of interest to me. I'm excited to learn more about your responsibilities. Lots of questions come to mind."

"First, let me say this. Dr. Zea told me with consistency how he enhanced my grooming. I assumed he meant to be his replacement, but—as I think the situation through—he never outright told me. His death and your appointment caught me by surprise."

"Okay. I want to understand the secret affairs of your department. I want you to share the specific activities you discussed in private with Dr. Zea."

"Alright—a few are aware in the Ministry of Health and Science and government, of the fact our galaxy's on a collision course with another."

Her face wrinkles as she grimaces in disbelief.

"No, I'm not jesting." He continues with a sincere tone and stern facial expression. He maintains eye contact with her from the time he came into the office.

"I listened to the discourse from the time of childhood, but the story is a myth."

"No, ma'am, I'm telling you the facts. The details are the highest classified in the government and scientific circles. The secrecy is intense. Let me give you a short overview, and we can discuss the specifics at your convenience. Here's what we believe. Pegasea is moving toward the underside of another galaxy, Milkia, at a forty-nine point three-degree angle. We also think a slow but definite slant is a characteristic of the other constellation. The variation is sixteen and one quarter-degrees on either side of Milkia's ecliptic median during its rotation. At the extreme bottom of the wobble is any interaction or influence with our galaxy. We believe they interact every million years and last for about fifty thousand years. Throughout the time they begin to merge, the speed may accelerate."

"How soon might the event occur?" Her mind is spinning because in her wildest imaginings, she never considered any merit to the mythology. She is not sure she believes Mr. Eas' story. He might be pulling a cruel hoax. "We believe the merger will be complete in about fifty million years. The possibility remains the merging can cause a cataclysmic explosion and destroy both galaxies."

"Why didn't the amateur astronomers discover the anomaly?"

"Some did, but the government and academia debunked them. The changes they're observing are so slow and minuscule the official stance is routine stellar drift."

To let the data sink in he pauses and soon continues. "Milkia isn't visible from the surface of our world. The center is about three degrees offset to our north pole. The haze over the northern twenty-eight percent of the planet limits the scope of astronomical study and mapping using ground-based telescopes.

Nibiru hosts three moons. Goliath is the largest and most distant. The other two, Eva and Neva, are smaller, about the same size, and travel in identical orbits. They are visible together and nicknamed _The Sisters_. In antiquity, a forth existed, but became absorbed by a planetary collision.

He continues. "Many millennia in the past, before the Great War, Atlant placed an electron telescope on Goliath. About thirty years ago, intelligence found some ancient documentation about the device. Ten years passed translating and decoding the software. Reactivated by remote control, we've been receiving telemetry for about twenty years, and soon after, we discovered the inevitable clash."

MINISTRY OF LAW AND ORDER

A uniformed officer walks in. "I need to talk to the commander right away." His attitude is demanding.

"He is with someone at the moment. Take a seat and I'll inform him you're here. May I tell him the subject?"

"No," he says. "My business's with him." He seats himself and begins reviewing his notes.

Soon the door opens, and three senior officers leave.

"I'll advise him you're here."

He returns and says, "You can go in now."

He gets up, walks around the assistant's desk, and slams the door as he enters the office.

"How can I help you?" Jasen's frown reflects his disapproval.

"One of my security details, patrolling the remotes of Sukish reported what they believed to be a person on an unauthorized transportation device. They couldn't be sure in the darkness."

"Did they attempt to engage the individual?

"No, sir, they followed protocol and dropped an electronic locator beacon. Far as the intruder could tell, no one spotted him."

"How did they detect the suspect?"

"A member of the squad found what appeared as tracks. They used a sensor and located the heat signatures—in fact, two of them. One appeared to be a human and the other a machine."

"Good...did you tell anyone else?"

"No, I didn't."

"Excellent—we are investigating a security leak within the ministry. Of utmost importance, you aren't to discuss this with any person except me. Make sure all the troops understand the classified nature of the matter."

"Yes, sir."

"My assistant will escort you out." He goes deep in thought.

The commander takes his communicator and dials. "I need to meet with Jaan right away, and he'll be aware of where." _How did this happen?_

DR. MARHON'S OFFICE AT THE UNIVERSITY

The doctor is meeting with the team, including the two faculty advisors. "The three days proved challenging, frustrating, and the transaction logs revealed nothing out of the ordinary. One minute the system worked, and with no logical explanation, the _DATA NOT FOUND_ error messages began. We detected no evidence of sabotage, but we can't eliminate the possibility. The problem is limited to the engineering programs. All other systems work within normal parameters. Kraymer, explain your idea, and give us explicit details as to how the plan will function."

"Each item in the universe generates a unique, defining frequency or electronic fingerprint. The most sensitive equipment available can detect signatures to a theoretical seventy-five point five gigahertz. The obstacle is, with so much white noise above the threshold of twenty-five gigs, identifying characteristics of the computer can't be isolated. I believe the unique attributes can be recognized within the range after we clean out the static."

"Okay," one professor says, "the task is to filter out three times the amount we can at present. You're talking a huge undertaking, and one I don't think can be done in the short time frame available."

"Perhaps not with current technology, but biological materials aren't as vulnerable to interference as the existing metal and mineral based ones. We can run the transaction tapes through the new experimental circuits..."

"I understand where you're going," Jadan says. "Organic components tend to absorb—"

"I think you're on to something," says Surtat. "After the signals are passed through the new substance, perhaps the material will absorb enough of the interference to allow identification of the computer signatures—a brilliant idea."

"Is the technique possible?" Rue asks.

"I don't grasp the concept, but I understand the logic. Where do we start and what do you need?" Marshon asks.

A lengthy planning session ends, and the doctor says, "The last few days presented a challenge. Let's take the remainder of the day off, get some rest, and meet back here at 0700 tomorrow morning."

A buzz of chatter erupts as the group organizes their belongings and departs.

Jadan hurries to a secluded spot in the hall and calls Kia's room, but she does not answer. He also tries her mobile but reaches her message center. He leaves a short communiqué and goes to his room for a shower and fresh clothing.

Rue and Relo stare at one another. "This may create a real problem," he says.

"You're right. We need to contact Kaamren. He can inform the others."

THE CHANCELLOR'S OFFICE

After returning from The Dome, Jerka calls a meeting of his staff. The group arrives, and he closes and locks the door. "This conference is classified, and the following discussion never took place. Am I clear?"

He makes eye contact with each, as they nod agreement.

"Find me all the dirty little secrets of everyone on the list I gave you. You'll memorize the names and drop your copy in the shredder as you leave. Questions? Something is going on at The Dome. I don't believe the engineering data loss to be an accident. I think someone sabotaged the project, and I want to find out who and why. I want thorough background checks on Masta Bhril and Betta Kahnn. Problems may be brewing between them, and I want to be briefed on the details—all of them. I also want to understand all about Dr. Marshon and his team."

Puzzled expressions cross several faces in the room. The chancellor is now lining up his troops for his first major battle as the supreme, and everyone fears who the casualties will be.

Jerka stares at the Director of the Ministry of Law and Order. "Joanz, are you clear on your assignment?"

"Yes, I am."

The investigations are to be top secret and can't lead back here. You'll devise a non-political reason for each. Your own people aren't to be aware of the purpose, and I want quick results and a daily briefing with details. Are there questions anyone?"

"No, sir," the group says in unison.

"Good. I expect you to give the director your full cooperation. Are any of you aware of relevant information on any of the individuals in question? Advise Joanz now." Silence prevails as Jerka scans the room of somber faces. "We're through."

The mode is hushed as the group leaves. The chancellor goes into his office and closes the door. He sits down and reaches for the communicator. "Keiver—I want you to keep close tabs on the doctor and his crowd, and they aren't to be aware of the surveillance. We must find the underlying cause of this data problem soon. Okay—beyond doubt—that's excellent. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

THE STUDENT SOCIAL

Relo and Rue sit across from one another, and both bear worried frowns. She glances over and spots Jadan at the door at the same time he detects her. She gestures with her left hand for him to take a seat beside her. He smiles and walks across the room and slides into the booth.

"My friends, this marks an event filled seven days. Had someone told me a week and a half ago this would happen. I wouldn't believe, and I can't imagine what the near future holds in store."

"I agree—" Relo says.

"Rue told me you found some interesting files," he says. His interest is peaked. "I'm passing World History on a whisper and a prayer, in part from lack of interest, but this ancient information can be mesmerizing," She leans close and whispers. "This is for a private conversation. Anyone might be listening or watching?"

She speaks and her lips touch his ear, and her warm breath sends shivers down his spine. Intimate thoughts flash by, but the low buzz of Rue's communicator interrupts the moment.

She conceals the screen and reads the message. "Excuse me, but I must return this call. May I slide by?"

He stands, and Rue gets up and goes to a secluded corner. She walks away and punches a series of alphanumeric characters into the device. She earlier programmed her unbroken encryption code into the communicator. Her hand over her mouth shields her lips and muffles her voice, she whispers, "Meet me at A7 in one hour."

She returns to the booth, and Jadan stands to let her back in. "I must get together with an appointment in a little while."

"The one we discussed earlier?"

"Yes."

The three exchange glances. He realizes the discussion excludes him. Uncomfortable, he asks, "Are either of you acquainted with Kia Nuggen?"

"I recognize her on sight her. Why do you ask?"

"I tried to contact her since we got back, but I can't locate her. I need to talk to her."

"Sounds important," Rue says.

"She's a special friend. Without her tutoring, I wouldn't be passing World History. I told her I would stay in touch while away, before I learned we couldn't make outside calls."

"She knocked me out of the waal-baal playoffs last year. Wow, she's good, and I wouldn't be surprised to learn she made the top three this season." Rue's voice exhibits envy. "Her height and long, muscular legs give her a definite advantage."

"I didn't realize you played. I'm amazed," Relo says. "How do you find the time to practice?"

"I meet my coach at 2000 every other day. We work out for two hours, and she puts me through the paces. She thinks I hold the talent to advance to the top five percent soon. Tell me about Kia. This sounds like more than a casual friendship."

Rue and Jadan shared several classes. She is impressed with his scholastic prowess, and she finds him charismatic and attractive.

"Perhaps—" He sidesteps the query. "Tell me when you two met."

"We are long time acquaintances. We share a number of common interests," Relo says.

"Such as what?"

_Is this the right time to bring up the fraternity? I'll drop the name at random and move on to another topic._ "I'm a member of Opaque, and Rue's a sister, and she's the best program tester with who I'm acquainted. I spent days debugging the code, and she shot holes in what I thought a finished product. She's good—and attractive too."

"Yes, she is."

Rue blushes. "Yeah—sure—excuse me, I must keep my appointment, and I must not be late." She lets out a shy giggle.

Jadan's eyes follow as she walks away. _Pretty is an understatement._ _Understated beauty is a better description_. He finds her self-confident and independent nature alluring. "You two seem close," Jadan says, as he probes Relo for more information.

"We're good friends. She's a friend of my special someone, and we share a number of other common interests. She's like a real sister to me."

"I received several invitations to join Opaque, but I declined each time."

"I heard—Opaque offers more than one might realize."

"Tell me more."

He brought up the subject trying to plant a seed for thought. He found the opening he hoped would come soon, but he is not prepared. He cannot let this chance pass. He is about to speak when his communicator buzzes. "Excuse me. I need to take this. Hello—okay—I'll go now. We'll need to postpone this discussion. I want us to continue later, but something important came up, and I must go."

Relo goes down the hall. Rue meets him, and they leave together. "Thank you for rescuing me. I brought up Opaque, and he started asking me for more information. I can't decide how to approach the subject next."

"Excellent—but now, we must meet Kraymer."

THE CONDOMINIUM

Kia's grandfather, Raefell Nuggen, lives on the top floor of a twenty-story adult condo sitting on a mountain, which faces a picturesque valley and lake.

Her grandmother died in an accident many years ago. She does not remember her. He always showed an interest in her, and his wisdom is unequalled.

Her parents are engrossed, as always, in their careers.

Kia gazes out the window at a vast expanse. "Gramps, I met a young man who became special to me."

"You did? Tell me about him."

She relates how they became acquainted, their academic support for one another, and the emotional attachment they share.

"How knowledgeable are you about him?"

"Not much—most of our time together involves scholastic activities."

"Don't let yourself become too attached to him until you understand who he is and what he's about. You need to research his family background. I can acquire a large amount of information about people. I'll allow you to use my security and my computer to check him out."

"Somehow the act doesn't seem right. I would be intruding."

"Knowledge isn't a bad thing—a way of learning possible difficulties with a future relationship. You may learn a lot of positive things as well."

"Yes, but I don't want to intrude on his privacy. I need to think the situation through."

Gramps' demeanor becomes serious. "Okay, but remember, your bloodline is uncontaminated, and I expect my great-grandchildren to be the same."

Kia recognizes the expression from many times before. She understands the seriousness and importance the matter is to him.

Her tone is defiant. "Tell me what's so important about a pure pedigree?"

"You aren't aware?"

"I'm conscious of what?"

The subject is one Annunaki parents must cover with their children, but Kia is unsure about what he is talking. "Your mother and father must discuss the protocol with you."

"They aren't aware Riah and I are alive most of the time," she says with sarcasm. "I want you to educate me. You'll be truthful and thorough." _This may all be irrelevant, since he didn't call for the duration of his three days away._ Rejected, she chooses not to talk to him. "Excuse me. I'll take a shower and dress for bed."

"What is his name?"

"His name is Jadan Kanzz...with two Zs."

She leaves and he sits at his computer and inputs a password and the name. Soon, a picture appears with detailed information from birth until the present. He studies the facial features and light brown hair. _He's not an Annunaki._ He continues to read.

Next, he inserts an access stream followed by additional security. The monitor flickers, and a red display comes up reading. THIS _PROGRAM IS TOP SECRET: SPECIAL ADMITTANCE CODE REQUIRED._ He enters the data.

A new screen reads, _WELCOME TO THE MINISTRY OF HEALTH AND SCIENCE. YOU ARE NOW IN THE GENETICS DATABASE_. Gramps puts in the information he learned about Jadan and his parents. Soon, he is gazing at the genetic details of the three. _Hmmm, he is a Commonuer, and Raul Kanzz isn't his father—who is?_

The issue is complex and needs significant time to research. He returns to the data on Jadan's personal profile. The printer hums as several sheets of selected information prints. He spreads them into a fan shape and lays them on his desk in plain view.

Raefell Nuggen is a level ten Annunaki and a NEX, now serving as co-chair. He is one of the most powerful people on the planet.

KAAMREN'S HOUSE

"Dinner is ready," she says. His wife is setting the table when he enters. She places the last item, and he puts his arms around her waist, from the back, and swings her in a full circle. "Kaamren—you're going to break something," she shouts with joy.

They loved each other since childhood and share a wide range of common interests, including much of Kaamren's role in Opaque. Their child will be one-year-old soon.

He releases her and walks over to the child seated at the table. He bends over and kisses him on the top of his head, and he giggles.

Soon, they finish the meal.

"Do you want dessert?"

"Perhaps I'll eat some later." His communicator buzzes.

"Don't answer." She appeals with pleading eyes.

Kaamren peruses the screen. "This is important. I'll be back soon." He leaves the room, and joins them in an encrypted conference call.

"Hello," he says and listens. "Uuh—is this for real? This is serious—I'll be over in two hours."

"Who called you?"

"Relo and Rue...they just returned from The Dome and retrieved some critical information. They're insisting we meet right away, and I need to make some calls. Several others must be present."

"Another all-night session?"

"I hope not. Rue and Relo are to get together with Dr. Marshon at 0700 tomorrow morning. They're going to need some sleep, so I'll make the meeting short as possible."

He gets up from the table and puts on his cold-weather gear. The rendezvous is not heated. He turns on his cipher and leaves the house.

To ensure no one follows him, he makes several MagnaTranz transfers. He exits the train and walks into a gaming parlor. He goes behind a bank of machines and disappears through a concealed door. A short distance down the hall, he opens another hidden door. He enters, and Relo, Rue, and five other Opaque members greet him. "Define the emergency?"

"The project at The Dome might blow the entire plan. Kraymer is planning to build an organic device sensitive enough to read the processor signatures for all the transactions up to and beyond the point where the data lies hidden," Relo says.

"Everyone assumes white noise above twenty-five gigahertz masks all possible electronic fingerprints," Kaamren says.

"The fact may not be true much longer, assuming Kraymer's theory is correct," Rue says. "He believes biological circuits will buffer enough of the static in the twenty-five to seventy-five point five gigahertz range to allow reading the signatures. Should he be right, he'll be able to identify a rogue device which replaced some of the transactions in the log."

"Does a problem arise if he succeeds?" Relo asks Kaamren.

"Yes."

"Whose computer performed the task?"

"One from the Ministry of Law and Order..."

"How did you get access to equipment in the agency?" another Opaque member asks. "The security is iron clad."

"You don't want to risk such knowledge. Inside help is wonderful, but tracing the transactions back to them will be catastrophic. We must keep Kraymer from succeeding. Remember, his project's a far reach."

"Relo's to write the code for the new equipment, and I'm to do the debugging. Should the device work, can you doctor the software?"

"I can make data appear one hundred percent accurate, yet give us any answer we want. Whose computer do you want the program to find? The Magician can produce. The thing your eyes behold is not—"

"I am aware," Rue says with a giggle. "—what you get."

"I hope so." Kaamren's forehead wrinkles with concern.

"None of the concerns matter," Mika says. "We created an electronic gap in the database, hid the information, and bunged the hole. The signature of the computer we used dropped in also. You guys didn't detect the spot where we opened and closed the files, so I think we're in good shape."

"I wondered how you accomplished the task," Rue says. "Quite a spark of genius. Where're the records now?"

"Still in the Central Data Computer—the database is too massive to move. We're working on a program to allow siphoning off the details in chunks. We must get the contraband off the CDC without detection or leaving any electronic fingerprints, and we still must resolve some serious technical problems, and make sure the files stay hidden."

"Why not destroy the discs?" another asks.

"The data's an important part to the plan, but time isn't available to explain now," Mika says.

"...anything else?" Relo asks. "We need to get back."

"Okay, but keep us posted should circumstances change." Kaamren dismisses the group.

### CHAPTER 5

Betta's Troubles

MASTA BHRIL'S OFFICE

Bhril buzzes his assistant. "Contact Kahnn before you go, and tell him I want him in here right away."

A short time later, she returns. "I can't locate him, sir. I left a message on his communicator. Will you need anything else today?"

"No thank you. Enjoy your evening."

She leaves, and Bhril presses a button. He hangs up before the call goes to messaging. _She won't answer anyway_. His anger flares.

JADAN'S ROOM

Jadan lives in a small, two-room suite at Abydos University. The front room contains a sofa, chair, desk, and an entertainment center. In one corner, stands a large rectangular case containing his guitet. On the outside wall, and built in, is a two by two and a half meter bed. The fixture pulls down but stows away during the day. Several small tables occupy strategic locations within the room. They contain an assortment of lamps, books, music, and other personal items. The kitchenette features the single outside window, a mini refrigerator, table with two chairs, a sink, stove, pantry, and two cabinet modules on casters. In the area, between the rooms, is a compact lavatory with an ionic shower, washbasin, mirror, and commode. They are clean and neat but not meticulous.

Jadan is a gifted musician. He plays the guitet and composes much of his own music. The instrument is a stringed appliance with a body shaped like an hourglass. The body is made of black carbonite and formed with a belled shape, which projects and amplifies the sound. The top is made of a thin, resonant material, which reverberates when plucking notes or cords. The one-meter long fret lined neck hosts eight strings. The bottom two matching sets are in unison, and the upper two pairs are tuned one octave apart.

Jadan picks up the case from the floor in front of the sofa. He opens and removes the instrument and glove. The mitten is a thin breathable fabric with carbonite on the end of the thumb and each finger. The tips are for plucking or strumming the strings.

Tell me what's wrong, Kia, so I can fix the problem.

He grabs the guitet and begins playing a slow melancholy tune—his mind races, but the music continues to flow from his subconscious.

Many things are happening on a variety of fronts, but he dozes off to sleep.

An hour or so later, Jadan puts the instrument away and stretches as he walks toward the bathroom. He undresses and steps into the shower. Ionic is special water, which contains no chemicals, minerals, or bacteria. The process of making the water is expensive and a strict daily allotment is enforced. Legal uses are bathing, cooking, and drinking. He cleans his teeth, returns to the front room, lowers the bed away from the wall and within minutes, he is in a deep sleep.

In what seems like an instant, the wake up alert sounds, and he begins to stir and then lays motionless thinking of Kia. He decides he will try to call her before she leaves for class. He gets up and folds up the bed. He puts his clothes on and cleans his teeth.

Jadan goes to the Student Social to meet the group. The doctor, Kraymer, and Surtat are present when he arrives. "Good morning."

"Good morning," They say almost in unison.

"Let's start with some Kava." Dr. Marshon ordered an urn brought to the table along with some breakfast snacks. "I reserved a room for us. I promise fewer distractions than meeting in my conference room. We'll begin as soon as Rue and Relo get here. This morning we'll document our plans and a timeline. Okay, tell me more about organic circuits." He glances towards the door at the same time Dr. Bilden enters. He locates him and walks to the table. "Doctor, did you meet my team?"

"I met Kraymer and Jadan but not the young lady," he says.

"May I introduce you to Surtat? She's a graduate student whose specialty's software. She's preparing to be a university teacher."

"Do you understand he is doing research with organic circuitry?" Marshon asks.

"No, but the subject sounds fascinating...tell me more."

"He's about to explain the principles to me. Go ahead with your explanation."

"You're aware, refined metals, and minerals are used for millennia as electrical conductors. They work well within certain frequency ranges but with serious limitations. Organic matter, such as brain cells, process electric currents much faster, and I believe with less interference from white noise. The body generates and transmits the impulses with speed and efficiency. The task is to infuse electronic data into biological receptors and control the course of action. The challenge also includes..."

GRAMPS' CONDO

Kia awakens, and Gramps is moving about. She gets up, puts on a robe, and walks to the mirror. Her hair is ruffled so she uses a comb, cleans her teeth, and goes into the kitchen. "Good morning."

"Good morning. I trust you slept well?"

"I did, but the night seemed short."

"Good. I must attend an important meeting first thing this morning, and I'll be leaving soon. Are you going to be here when I return?"

"No, my Micro Mathematics class is later today, and I can't afford to miss. Jadan is tutoring me, but he's on an assignment."

"You come back this evening. I'll help you with your math, but now I must go. I made Kava, and you'll find food in the refrigerator." He kisses her on the cheek and starts to the door.

Kia returns to her room and closes the door. She opens her luggage and removes a fresh outfit. She puts a bright red, long sleeve, turtleneck sweater on a hanger. Her skirt is a plain, snug fitting, beige, ankle length, with a slit, which accents a flare from the knees down. She hangs the item by the waist. Kia takes the De-wrinkle from her bag, turns on the device and uses a waving motion in front of the hanging clothes.

The unit emits a low audible hum and generates a frequency, which excites the molecules of the fabrics, causing the wrinkles to fall out. Within a few seconds, the sweater and skirt are wrinkle free.

She takes off her robe and her gown, packs them in her luggage, and walks across the room to a full-length mirror. She examines herself from head-to-toe, clad in sheer panties and bra. _Should Jadan be here, would he desire me?_ She closes her eyes and imagines his fingers exploring her body and his lips kissing hers, her neck, her shoulders—she is soon jolted back to reality by the buzz of her communicator. She walks across the room, picks up the instrument, and glances at the screen.

Jadan is on the line. A few seconds later, she decides not to answer. He promised to call, but he did not. Her emotions are too fragile at present to risk rejection. She is afraid he developed second thoughts about their new relationship, and if so, now is not the time.

She gets dressed, places her luggage on a table in the corner, and walks out of the bedroom past Gramps' desk and over to the window. Her breath fogs the thick triple pane glass. _A more phenomenal view is rare._ _Gramma would enjoy living here_.

She regrets not meeting her, but she died at a time Kia was young. She decides to return and let Gramps tutor her for the Micro Mathematics exam.

She spotted the papers face up and fanned on Gramps' desk. They create an overwhelming invitation, and her curiosity takes charge. She goes over and gazes down. The first thing to catch her attention is the name Jadan Kanzz from Sukish.

THE MINISTRY OF LAW AND ORDER

The commander's communicator buzzes, and he checks the ID screen and grunts. "Good morning."

"Jasen, I want to be informed of where she is and who she's with at this moment," Bhril says.

"Yes sir. I'll call you back soon."

He enters a code into his device and listens with impatience. "He wants to find out where she is and with who. He means to get the answer now."

"She's at their cottage," says the voice.

The commander hits the redial button. "She's at your place in the Escapades. Whoever is with her masked their PIC. We failed to detect their identity."

"You did what? Dispatch someone to find out, you fool."

"Yes, sir."

He redials. "Send someone now, and find out who is at the cottage, but I won't be angry if they learn you're coming—if you get my drift. I didn't say such a thing of course."

"I understand."

About an hour later, the commander's communicator buzzes. He checks the screen and answers. "Thanks—I'll inform him."

He calls once more.

"Yeah, what'd you find out?" Bhril asks with sarcasm.

"The other person is the lady from the cottage next door. Her PIC malfunctioned, and she didn't realize the fact."

"Okay, but keep the surveillance in place."

A REMOTE LOCATION IN THE MOUNTAINS OF SUKISH

"The commander is here, Kaamren," Jaan says.

"Good." They walk deeper into the narrow cave. "The camouflaged entrance is excellent. I became confused locating the entry, and I'm sure where to go. Did you find a locator beacon?"

"Yeah. We found the device where Dedra caught sight of the patrol. We neutralized and moved the unit to the location you specified."

They enter a large room in the cavern. Commander Rogg Jasen sits at a table reviewing a stack of documents, but he stands and walks to greet Kaamren. "Good to talk to with you again. The emergency is...?"

"I hope this is much fear about nothing, but potential problems exit, which you need to be aware." He proceeds to tell him about the meeting earlier in the day, and concerns about the computer in the Ministry of Law and Order.

"No problem," Rogg says with a grin. "I made sure the item would never be traced and analyzed. An electrical short in the power supply did the trick. I fried all the circuits, including the data chip. The components went through reclamation to extract the metals and other valuable materials. The process left nothing to identify. I destroyed all records of the device's existence. The news about the locator beacon isn't as good. The device identifies its location to the CDC when activated. Destroy the old barn. We can no longer use the meeting place."

"I'll send someone out this evening to torch the building and sweep the area," Jaan says.

"The next thing," Rogg says, "Jerka ordered a 'Dirt Dig' on Masta Bhril, Betta Kahnn, Dr. Marshon, and the student team."

"A 'Dirt Dig'—what's a 'Dirt Dig'?" Jaan asks with a chuckle.

"You don't understand?"

"I don't."

"The investigation searches for information, which can be used against an individual, and intended to force the desired actions by the person. The chancellor is searching for things to give him absolute control over the individuals in question. Should they find illegal, immoral, or unethical activities by any of the people, Jerka will use the facts to his advantage. We can hope the exercise doesn't turn up anything on Relo and Rue. We need to be prepared—in case."

"What if they find out about them—what'll happen?" Jaan asks.

"They'll vanish—" Kaamren says. "We own a secluded compound where they can stay in comfort for as long as needed."

"A compound—where?"

"Located in the _Hell Zone_."

"In the Hell Zone—? No one can survive in the cursed place."

"People can and do—" Rogg says. "The story is long, interesting, and one for another time. Trust me, people can and do live in the zone."

"I'll advise you if anything changes. Jaan, share the information from this meeting with the others, and make a special effort to talk to Relo and Rue in person."

GRAMPS' CONDO

Kia leaves her last class of the day and goes to the Student Social for a hot Kava. Upon entering, she spots Jadan sitting with Relo and Rue. She stops with abruptness. _What now? I feel vulnerable, and_ _I'm not ready to talk to him._ She spins and hurries away to return to Gramps' condominium. She starts to the MagnaTranz.

On the train, she turns off her communicator. _Should he call, he'll leave a message._ Soon she reaches the basement of his building. She gets off, walks to the elevator, pushes the button, and waits.

Another arrives, and Gramps exits.

"I'm glad you decided to come back this evening."

"I spotted the papers on your desks like you expected I would, and my curiosity got to me."

"Good. Let's work on Micro Mathematics for a while. We can discuss the documentation while we eat. I thought you would return, so I arranged for a hot meal to be delivered at 1900 hours."

About an hour and half later, Kia turns on her communicator. She received a voice message from Jadan. Without checking, she flips the instrument off.

A chime rings, and the valet arrives with dinner. He brings the cart in and places five metal dome covered containers on the counter and departs.

"Let's eat," he says.

They sit and remove the covers on their place mats. "Did your parents tell you about the Annunaki and the advantages of being one?" he asks with bluntness.

"No," Kia says with equal sharpness. "The little I remember about the race is rumors, and I dismissed them as myths."

"Hmm, I feared such. I can't believe your mom, and dad didn't talk to you about the subject."

"Some of my friends say they're the same, and their folks didn't speak to them either. We decided another old tradition lost its significance."

Gramps cannot accept what he is hearing. "Nothing is more important than being part of the race. This is going to sound strange I'm sure, but I guess now's the time to start with the basics. We are native to this planet—Commonuers are not." He goes into a thorough and detailed explanation of the past. Almost two hours later, he says, "The Annunaki of the pure bloodline is known as the _god race_."

"This is a lot of information to digest at once." The revelations overwhelm her. "I think I'll take a shower and go to bed."

She goes to her room, closes the door, and checks the messages on her communicator.

"Kia, this is Jadan. I tried to talk to you since I got back. I learned, after we got to our location, we couldn't contact the outside. I'm sorry I missed you, but we're leaving this evening at 1900 hours. I'm not sure when we'll return—I'll contact you when I do. I miss you."

_He didn't call because he couldn't._ She senses a hint of guilt, but what Gramps told her perplexes her. She must consider a lot but not today. Her head is aching, her mind is exhausted, and she needs sleep.

BETTA KAHNN'S OFFICE

Kahnn returns from a meeting with his staff, including the Procurement Manager. The problem with the translucent material is deteriorating. A section of The Dome shattered, collapsed, and killed three workers. He received a call earlier in the day from an enraged Bhril, and he informed him if he did not get the project under control soon, he is going to replace him.

Thus far, Marshon and his team failed to uncover anything. The single bright spot is the temporary repairs to the MagnaTranz tracks and structure at the wreck site. Materials and personnel are moving to and from the job site on normal schedules, but progress at the project is at a crawl. Each day, the stress on him becomes harder to tolerate.

Marshon's team returned to The Dome earlier in the day, so they would get adequate sleep and start fresh first thing in the morning. The doctor is sensitive to the pressure. He appears to be days without rest.

Kraymer stayed behind at the university to experiment on the organics project.

The translucent material mystifies all the experts. Each production lot is re-inspected, and samples of previous runs retested. Every batch of work in process is to specification. Why is the product failing? To make matters more confusing, the batches are deteriorating at different rates and degrees of severity, and some are not weakening at all.

Betta's mind is in turmoil. _I will turn this disaster around. Did I assign the right people to the critical positions?_ He leans back in his chair with his electronic tablet on his lap, and reviews the organization chart.

_The monster needs human sacrifices. To place the blame elsewhere should buy me some time, which I need. The Construction Manager didn't inform me of the problems, and he's incapable of making the required corrections._ _He will be one; however, I must learn his standing within the Annunaki hierarchy?_

Several hours of reflection and he devises a plan. He will replace him and the head of procurement. He selects replacements for each.

He picks up the communicator and presses a button. Two buzzes later a voice whispers, "Hello Betta. I hoped you would..."

Without acknowledging her comment, he asks, "Connee, is he home?"

"Yes, but he's asleep on the sofa," she whispers. "A disaster almost happened at the cottage. I think I'm being shadowed. Why else would a security detail—?"

"Is the call for me?" Bhril asks from another room.

"He's awake. Do you want to talk to him? I'm frightened by the surveillance."

"We must chat soon _._ Let me speak to him." _How lucky the woman from next door came to visit before the patrol arrived? The malfunction of her PIC is unbelievable. The gods are smiling on me._

"Betta's on the line—he needs to talk to you."

"Tell him I'll be a moment."

Soon, he calls from the other room, "I'll take the call in here. Bring me some Kava."

He asks in a harsh tone, "Yeah, what do you want?"

"I'm not getting the results I want from the Construction or Procurement Managers. I plan to replace both now."

"Those are desperate changes. The Procurement Manager volunteered in the chancellor's election campaign. His party connections will cause serious repercussions. You need to reconsider."

"Frantic times—bold moves," says a confident Kahnn. He possesses no particular political ties and no parliamentary savoir-faire.

_This is too drastic a move._ "Don't do anything until we've thought this through," he says with bluntness. "We'll discuss this in more detail at our meeting in the morning. I'm taking my son to waal-baal practice. Bye..."

He hangs up and turns to Connee. "I think he is going mad, and making stupid decisions—I need to terminate him, but no one else is as knowledgeable about The Dome Project. I'm in a quandary. I need to fire him from a political standpoint, but for practical reasons, I can't." _I need to take extreme measures to give the appearance I'm in control of the situation. Kahnn's firing will accomplish the objective but is a short-term measure with severe long-term consequences. The future does not matter unless I can survive now. He must go._

Kahnn leans back in his chair. The sensation of nausea returns. _Bhril may not support me, and if he doesn't, how can I succeed? The Construction Manager going might buy me time—or not._ His mind races as he tries to devise another plan.

The communicator on his desk buzzes. "Hello, Teska."

"Dinner will be ready in one-half hour. Can you come home now so we can drink some Vino before we eat?"

"I'll leave at once." _A large glass, a good meal, and time with my lady and the children may provide the momentary distraction I need._

GUEST QUARTER'S DINING ROOM AT THE DOME

"Dr. Marshon, aren't you sleeping well?" Jadan asks. "You're exhausted."

"Yes, I noticed the same thing," Rue says.

"You're right. I'm not resting, as I should. The stress of the project is wearing on me. I'm enjoying working with the five of you, but I'll be delighted when this task comes to an end."

The students do not remember him in such a state. They are concerned.

"Based on our current progress, we'll need ten more days to complete an analysis of the targeted transactions," says the doctor. "Kraymer must be successful, or we'll reassign the teams and start back through the logs. Each group will review different records than before. Perhaps we can find something on the second pass we missed on the first. Thus far, I'm unable to come up with another approach. Should any of you think of fresh ideas, regardless of how remote they may seem—I want to evaluate them. As a squad, we can turn far-out ideas into workable strategies."

"Jadan, you, and Rue are a team today. Kraymer isn't here, so the remaining three will work together. No one's to be alone," the doctor says. He distrusts those outside his select group.

The working day ends, and they meet in the guest quarter's dining room. A quick review reveals no progress.

"Dr. Marshon, may we order a carafe of Vino with our meal?" Rue asks.

"An excellent question—the answer's an unambiguous yes. We might buy several."

Dinner and three large decanters later, the group breaks up. "The rest of the evening is free time," says a less stressed doctor.

"I think I'll hang about and drink some Kava. Would anyone like to join me?" Jadan asks.

"Sounds like a good idea to me," Rue says, her speech slurred.

"I'll stay too," Relo says. "The Vino went to my head."

"I'm going to my room, shower, and go to bed. You guys are right. I'm exhausted."

"I brought a book with me. I'm going to my quarters and read," Surtat says. "I need something to get my mind off the boredom of the transaction logs."

Rue goes for Kava for them. She soon returns, places the cups, and sits beside Jadan. "I'm glad the others left."

"Me too," he says with softness, as if concerned unseen ears might listen. "Relo, you told me earlier about the real Opaque being invisible without investigation. I'm ready to learn more."

"Not here," Rue whispers. Chills go up Jadan's back when Rue's hair touches his neck, and the warmth of her breath invades his ear. She leans closer and shields her lips from possible prying eyes.

Vivid sensuous thoughts flash through his mind. Her closeness brings on a rush of excitement. The question races through his mind again. _Why didn't I recognize you before?_

"We'll go to my quarters and sweep the room for bugs. Should we find none, we can talk," she whispers. "We may find audio listening devices but no video. I can activate an encryption transmitter I keep in my luggage, which causes the apparatus to transmit silence to its receiver. If there are visuals, all bets are off."

They finish their Kava and go to Rue's quarters. With Jadan watching in astonishment, they scan the room with caution for cameras, but they find none. A thorough inspection reveals three bugs hidden around the room in strategic locations. Rue places her index finger in a vertical position in front of her lips for the others to remain silent. She walks, making noise, to her luggage, takes out a hair dryer, and goes to a nearby receptacle. She plugs in the appliance and moves the ON/OFF button a slight bit, but the device does not start. Nonetheless, the power light flashes three times and remains off. Rue is sure her apparatus is working. She turns off the switch to permit the bugs to continue to transmit the sounds within the room. She signals the others to make a noisy exit and close the door. The door closes, she reactivates the unit, and allows them to return.

Inside and the door locked, Relo says, "A number of people in Opaque believe, without reservation, we shouldn't share this information with you. I consider you a man of true integrity and a man of your word. Rue and I also think you can offer a lot to our cause. If we continue, and you reveal our conversation—many people will die, no doubt, perhaps even the two of us. Shall I go on, or do you want to think more?"

He turns to her, and they stare into one another's eyes. "This sounds serious. Do you trust me to the extreme Relo expresses?" Jadan asks.

"Yes—yes I do. He and I agree your skills are invaluable. Our one worry is your involvement with Kia Nuggen. We're not sure of the impact of you having an Annunaki girlfriend."

"How does my relationship with her fit into this? I don't understand."

"I say Annunaki, what do you think?"

"Annunaki—Annunaki—Annunaki. The Annunaki, according to myth, is a race of people on Nibiru. They're part of a secret organization, which controls government, and many other facets of society. I guess I don't understand more."

"Do you believe the myths?" She examines Jadan's facial expressions with intensity.

"I thought little about the stories." _Why all this interrogation?_

"How would you react if you found this to be true?" she asks. Relo is surprised by her directness.

Jadan perceives he is under attack. "I didn't believe the topic deserved much thought. Prior to coming to the university, academy and life on the farm didn't give me time to consider the mythology. Life in Okera is good. They're doing a commendable job if they're running things."

She shows a flash of anger at his naivety. He does not recognize the truth.

Jadan detects the glow of red on her face and realizes he upset her.

"What?" he asks with an inquiring tone.

She is silent, while she thinks. "All isn't as one might believe. The government decides what to share with us. This isn't mythology—but a fact." She stares into Jadan's eyes. "Massive propaganda puts too much deception in our lives. Reality is difficult to understand—what's true and what isn't."

Jadan is apprehensive. _She is passionate about the subject._ "You're now in an area I'm ignorant about. Why don't you enlighten me?"

"This is a sensitive matter. Your role as the team leader puts you in a unique position to evaluate what I tell you. Remember this. The Annunaki is controlling government and deceiving us to promote their agenda. What else's going on the general public doesn't understand?"

Relo evaluates the expressions and listens to the voice inflections. _This is getting intense_.

"Are you aware of the Bloods?" The expression on her face is stern, as she evaluates Jadan's reaction.

"Someone told me long ago they are purebred Annunaki. All I'm conscious of is they and the rest are different—but how?"

"Pureblood Annunaki possesses physical differences from everyone else. They enjoy unique genetics. They believe themselves to hold mental superiority to the rest of the population—supercilious—far advanced. They think they're the ones intelligent enough to govern." She speaks and never loses eye contact with Jadan.

Her delving stare makes him jittery. He is stripped naked of intellect, and his ignorance exposed.

"How're they different from a physical standpoint?"

Relo breaks his silence and says, "The Bloods—they're tall, slender, blond, fair complexioned, and possess piercing blue eyes."

_Kia is an Annunaki—a Blood. She fits all the corporeal criteria, and from our conversations, her family moves in high circles_. "You're concerned about her for her race? You think she's..."

The expression on her face, intense eye contact, and tone makes Jadan anxious. _All this suspense is real, but dare I go farther?_

"We'll continue this later, but—please don't discuss this with anyone. The potential danger we stated is real."

### CHAPTER 6

The Planetary Mystery

BANNON EAS' OFFICE

"Come in, Dr. Kizzie." She is standing in his doorway. "Take a seat." He points toward the most comfortable chair in the room. "How long did you plan?"

"Take all the time needed—I've nothing else scheduled. I committed the day to learning more about your area."

She seats her petite body and gets to the topic. "Show me the telemetry from Goliath you mentioned. Also, continue with the rest of your update."

Eas moves his computer and a book of sky charts to the side of his desk. He points to a table in the corner. "I think we should sit here."

"Okay." She picks up the briefcase. "The location is fine."

He relocates after buzzing his assistant. "We need a thermos of Kava, mugs, and some snacks, please. Are any activities programmed the balance of the day?"

"One at 1500 with Dr. Leland—"

"Give him my apologies and reschedule him. I don't wish to be disturbed for the remainder of the day. She and I'll be covering a large volume of material. Plan a catered lunch for us and you also." He did not arrange this meeting, but she is willing to spend the time, and he will not miss the opportunity.

Her curiosity is high. This knowledge is now part of her responsibility. She walks across the room. Her eyes scan the individual who, for a brief time, became her adversary. He is a short, stocky, but muscular, man with dark complexion and black hair. His attire is meticulous, and every hair is in place. _Bannon carries himself with pride and confidence._ _I hope he will be a strong ally._

"Tell me about you. I want to get acquainted with my staff on a personal and professional basis." Her tone is soft and disarming.

"The mountain region of Sukish is my birth place. My parents work in the food-processing plant. My mother works in the texturing area, and my father operates a processing machine, which removes the toxins and non-essentials from meat products. I worked a part-time job at the facility during my last two years in the academy. At the university, my studies concentrated on physics, specifically the segment that deals with a study of the universe, celestial bodies, and the related sciences." He is not comfortable and rushes his self-portrayal.

"My last term at school, I became a member of a focus group headed by Dr. Zea. He took a special interest in me and helped me get into the Ministry of Astronomy. I met my wife during the final year, and we unified about eleven months later. My son's an assembler at The Dome. He specializes in welding. My daughter's in her first semester at the university. She's interested in general science. You endured the summary," he says and begins opening the book of stellar charts. "Let's start here." He turns to an old black-and-white chart of a section of the galaxy unfamiliar to her.

"Tell me about you. Tell me your special interests besides work and family."

"I'm a history buff. I enjoy studying ancient texts. I'm also part of a group trying to translate some obscure antique documents on display at the Abydos Museum—this chart—"

"Don't go so fast. Tell me about these old documents—sounds intriguing."

"We don't enjoy much success at this point. The material and ink used are foreign to Nibiru. The text is unlike anything we've seen, and so far, no one's found the translation key."

"The mystery continues—" He now controls Kizzie's interest on two fronts. "I want to learn more, but we need to move on. Now—back to the maps.

"This is a schematic of our section of the cosmos and our solar system twenty-five thousand years ago. Do you recognize this dot?" he points to a speck on the document. "Now gaze at its association to us."

"Okaaaay—" She does not comprehend the relevance.

Mr. Eas turns to the next sheet. "The entity here is ten millennium later. Can you distinguish its relationship to our part of the galaxy?"

"Yes," she says, but she still does not understand the significance.

Bannon flips to a third graphic. This is of the same section of space of the previous two. "They're a snapshot every ten millenary. Can you spot our boogie now?"

"Yes, the item is closer to our planet—a meteorite or comet perhaps?"

"No, a planet of almost equal size to Nibiru—can you detect anything else?"

"Our system and the item are coming closer. Are we on a collision course?"

"Ma'am, you discovered the mystery." He turns to the fourth map, and the trend continues. "Each additional page shows the speck getting even nearer to our solar system—and the record ends. A near miss is possible. We can hope the archeologists turn up more data. Geologists tell us at about the same time major geological upheavals happened all over our world. The evidence also indicates the planet passed close enough to affect our magnetic poles, the tilt of Nibiru, and made our orbit more elliptical. About the same time, our fourth moon disappeared."

She leans back in her chair with a mystified expression on her face. Her mind is racing—she tries to assimilate what she viewed and overheard.

Someone knocks on the door. "Come in."

His assistant enters with a tray containing the Kava and munchies. "Thank you."

"I rescheduled your appointment with Dr. Leland. Do you need anything else, sir?"

"No. We're good for now."

Bannon and Kizzie sit in silence while she tries to make sense of the new knowledge.

"Something to drink?"

"Yes, please."

He fills two mugs and offers her the tray of snacks.

"The beverage will be fine."

STUDENT SOCIAL

Relo and Rue returned from The Dome with instructions for Kraymer. The two of them search their rooms for listening devices, and they find them in both. They hurry across the frigid courtyard to the Student Social. Upon entering, they spot Jaan sitting alone in a remote area, and walk, without distraction, to his location.

"Why the urgency?" she asks.

"Several—"

She says, "Stop—we shouldn't be talking in the open. Let's go to my room." Outside and the three of them, she explains to him, they swept her apartment, and no cameras exist, but they found several audio bugs. "I didn't turn off the encryption transmitter when I left."

"An encryption transmitter...?"

"A device Relo and I built to override all sounds in a room with an electronic nothingness. Regardless of what's happening inside the room, the listening devices transmit silence." A hint of arrogance reflects in her voice.

"Are you sure this thing works?"

"I'm positive."

"Just the same, we'll re-sweep the rooms and put mufflers on the bugs—far better safe than sorry."

"Mufflers?" Relo asks.

"Yes. A muffler is a special material that absorbs all sound waves up to five thousand kilohertz. When placed over a bug, a small bomb could go off in the room, and the bug wouldn't hear it."

When inside and the rooms scanned again, they find no new bugs. Jaan carefully places a muffler over each. "Now we can talk freely."

"Okay, about what?" Rue shifts from one foot to the other with a sigh.

He explains the 'Dirt Dig'. "You two must be careful—"

A sudden chill rushes through Rue's body when she considers the possibility of discovery. "Should we get caught, what is next?" A nervous tone is in her voice.

"We recruited a high-ranking contact at the Ministry of Law and Order. He's on the lookout for 'Obtain and Detain Orders' for any of our people. Should a warrant be issued, we—The Conversant, will do everything in our power to retrieve you and transport you to one of the several safe havens. Difficult I understand, but you must act normal. Your action is critical to the plan, and you must carry out your tasks at The Dome without arousing suspicion."

Her role as an Opaque Sister offered unchecked thrills, until now, by providing her an outlet for her defiant streak. Now, for the first time, she is frightened. The thought of imprisonment or banishment to The Hell Zone creates visions she prefers to ignore.

_Perhaps Jaan will go ahead and send me to a safe haven._ She tries to rationalize the next move. Fear covers her face.

_Should she lose control what happens?_ Relo ponders.

He voices his concern. "Rue, are you up to this? We can't let you become unstable. Your role and skill with encryption coding are invaluable to the cause. We need you." His encouragement does little to soothe her nerves.

She retreats to the kitchenette and returns a short time later with a glass of Vino in one hand and a carafe and two glasses in the other. "Drink, anyone?" she asks. "Perhaps this'll take the edge off."

"I'll pass," Jaan says with disapproval. "I must get back, but I need to be advised when you return to The Dome?"

"Tomorrow," he says.

"Call me should you need me." He removes the mufflers from the bugs and eases out the door in silence.

"Give me a glass of liquid courage—are you okay?" He walks over to her while she is still standing, takes the items from her hands, places them on a table, puts his arms around her, and holds her. Her cry is muted, as he strokes her hair and whispers, "All's going to be okay—everything's going to be fine."

A few moments pass, and she pulls back and pushes Relo away. She straightens her clothing and runs the fingers of both hands through her long straight auburn hair. She walks to a table and takes a tissue from a box, and blots her tears. Rue regains her composure and says, "We've work to do—no time for this girlie foolishness." She traipses around the apartment for a few moments, sips her Vino, and reaches a decision. "I think we need to write off Jadan and hope he doesn't reveal anything about our conversations. I believe his attachment to Kia Nuggen's too dangerous—besides, he's a pleasant and low-key individual. He might not possess what we need to work with us."

"You could be right. We said much more than we should. Tomorrow, we need to begin uploading blocks of the original engineering files and transmitting them. Is your encryption program ready?"

"Yes."

"I want the trial run to send the ancient code. They may not be part of the plan, but I'm anxious to find out what they are. They appear to precede the Great War."

"I forgot those records for a time." Rue drifts back into the conversation. "Pass on the test collection first. In case of problems, we'll learn without giving up control of the original engineering data. We need to time the software to send them out at the end of the last day we are there. The program will transfer four hours after we leave The Dome, but no critical archives this time."

"Sounds good to me as long as you're okay, I'm going back to my place and get some rest. I'm exhausted, and going through more transaction logs tomorrow's going to be another day of hell."

"I'm all right." Exhaustion plagues Rue, and the idea of a warm bath and sleep is appealing. "Go—I'll meet you at the train station in the morning."

Relo closes the door behind him, and she takes another sip of Vino. _Hmm, the drink is beginning to work. Life is not so frightening now._ She finishes the glass, picks up the carafe, and pours another.

She raises her beverage to her lips, and the communicator buzzes. She stares at the screen, and answers a voice call from Jadan. "Hello." Her tongue occupies too much of her mouth.

"Rue, is he with you?"

"No, he left a few minutes ago. Why...?"

"May I come back and talk to you? I'm having difficulty sorting things out, and I need some explanations.

"Knock when you get here, the encryption transmitter is still on."

_I need some Kava._ She goes to the kitchenette. Soon, the aroma of the fresh brew fills the room. She examines the apartment and begins straightening things.

He knocks, and she opens the door. He detects her puffy-red eyes. "Why are you crying?"

"No, no, no—I always appear this way after a few glasses of liquid cheer." She lowers her head to keep him from seeing the tears continuing to pool in her eyes.

He steps inside, closing the door with his foot, and takes her chin in the palm of his right hand, lifting her face toward his. He gazes into her hazel eyes, and a flood of large drops flows down her cheeks. "Tell me the problem." He pulls her close to him and senses her trembling in his arms.

She snuggles with her cheek pressed against his chest. His grip tightens as she begins to cry harder. They stand holding one another, and the fears melt away.

"Your perfume is like a brewery."

She pushes back and punches him with gentleness in the stomach.

He picks her up and walks to the sofa. "I wouldn't want you to fall and hurt yourself," he says, detecting a muffled nervous laugh.

He sets her down and sits beside her. They sit for a short time staring into one another's eyes. With an intuitive impulse, Jadan bends over and kisses her tear-streaked cheek. He starts to lean back, but Rue takes his cheeks in her hands and pulls his face to hers. He resists for a moment but melts into her embrace. Her lips open, and her tongue traces circles on his. Rue's breathing becomes erratic and Jadan's passions catch fire. One lengthy passionate kiss and things spin out of control.

Several hours later, Jadan wakes and studies her nude body, with her head on his right arm. He scrutinizes her sleeping face. _Pretty—peaceful—and tantalizing. How did things get this far?_ This is his first time and wonderful. He moves a little, and her eyes open.

She smiles and cuddles closer to him. "Did you want to chat about something, Mr. Kanzz?" she asks with a giggle.

"Can I borrow a bottle of Vino?"

"A bit late for a heavy discussion I think. Come to my room at The Dome tomorrow evening, and we can talk."

Jadan is looking forward to their next rendezvous as Rue drifts off. He pulls the covers over them and fades away into a peaceful sleep.

SUPREME CHANCELLOR JERKA'S OFFICE

The buzzer on his desk sounds and the voice says, "Your 0800 is here."

"Show him in and bring some fresh Kava," Jerka says.

He is a tall man. His nostrils are large and flared. He possesses a slit for a mouth. A potbelly hangs over his belt. His attire is uncoordinated and crumpled. He shows the appearance of someone who is on a long drunken binge, and his disposition fits the stereotype.

"Good morning, Joanz." The gruffness in his voice sends a clear message this is not going to be a pleasant meeting. "Alright, boy, tell me what you learned. Give me the condensed version. I'm on a tight schedule."

"Well, so far Marshon and his crew are squeaky clean. We failed to find any dirt on any of them, but we're still looking. They can't piss without us seeing. Now Bhril and his second in command...is a different story. He became preoccupied with the election, and Kahnn got involved with more than The Dome Project. We uncovered a triangle. He and Connee, Bhril's wife, are a number. They slip away together, on occasion. I doubt they're talking about her husband's brilliant involvement with the Federation Party," he says, pleased with himself.

"Okay, you must find dirt on the others. I want you to dig deeper—do you understand?"

He is disappointed at Jerka's mediocre reaction to his progress. "Yes, sir, I comprehend."

"Thank you—I'm sure you can find your way out."

He leaves, and Jerka calls his assistant. "I want Betta Kahnn in my office in one hour. Tell him not to be late."

The communicator on his desk buzzes. "Yes?"

"Mr. Kahnn is here."

"Good. Send him in."

He enters with a puzzled expression. The chancellor gets up to greet him. "Sit and I'll come right to the point. Masta Bhril embarrassed me often in the recent campaign. I want you to give me some political dirt on him."

"Why the hell would I do—?"

"You're banging his wife, and you can't afford for him to find out."

He is stunned at the revelation. _How widespread is the knowledge?_ The knot and nausea return and his face flushes as fear and anger battle for control.

Jerka is brash and arrogant. "I want enough dirt to take him down, and you're going to provide what I need. Am I clear?"

"Yes," he says, in a condescending tone.

"You want to tell me something now or shall I expect you here in five days."

With an expression of contempt, he gets up to leave.

"My assistant will make you an appointment. Good day, Mr. Kahnn."

The knot and queasiness are raging. _Now what do I do. Someone should kill the bastard. I survive one crisis, and another comes along. I must contact Connee and inform her._ He dials.

She asks, "Yes, Betta?"

"Is he home?"

"Not yet, but I'm expecting him any time—why?" She can sense the tension in Betta's voice. "Is something wrong?"

"Wrong with a capital W—the chancellor found out about us, and he's threatening to make the knowledge public, unless I help him bring your husband down. He wants Bhril's head, but he needs the reason to be bad conduct and poor judgment on his part."

After a long and silent pause, she says, "He told me last evening he plans to fire you. He must find a satisfactory replacement first. At this point, who's going to strike the initial blow? One of you is going to be a casualty, and I'm in the middle. He's unlocking the door—gotta go." She hangs up and pushes the 'Clear History' button.

Kahnn understands things are tense between Bhril and himself, but firing...he is confident of the job defusing the chancellor about The Dome Project problems. How did he suspect the chancellor's real agenda?

THE ESCAPADES

The room sprawls large and majestic. The sidewalls on opposite ends consist of huge one-piece mirrors creating the illusion the room goes on forever. The other walls feature the silver of brushed metal, adorned with rare artifacts. The double doors lead outside. They display translucent acrylics with elegant etching in stained wooden frames. They open onto a large stone courtyard overlooking a vegetated valley with a gigantic lake at one end fed by several small streams. Five meters away, on the same wall as the entrance, is a floor-to-ceiling single windowpane eight by ten meters. Draped across the top of the window and doors, elegant dark teal curtains hang, made of thick satin fabric with sparse gold flake glitter embedded. Every curtain suspends from two points one-fourth of the ways from each side. The ends and the center of them sag to create a stylish effect. With a touch of a remote control, they rise or lower.

The floor consists of polished natural stone. The pattern changes at random and color from minuscule sections of pure white through varying shades of gray to large patches of black. The patterns range from small splotches to exotic swirls. In the center of the room, under the chandelier, is an almost symmetrical explosion of glossy black set in a background of white. The stones create the illusion of a surface made of a single piece.

The ceiling consisting of semi-polished material supplies some reflectivity. Three meters down, in the center of the room, a chandelier, four meters in diameter hangs. The controller setting provides subdued light variations in intensity.

At one end, a spiral staircase leads to a large balcony overlooking the room below. The decoration of the area mimics the lower level except the floor, which shows similar patterns to the first, but the stones range in color from pale beige to dark chocolate through various shades of tans, bronzes, rusts, and browns. Acrylic handrails illuminate with a hint of blue and line the stairs. Several closed doors lead into private sitting rooms, a library, and bedrooms surround a large central bath with an enormous hot tub and sauna.

All the furnishings rest against the walls, to allow uninterrupted movement of the guests. Tables placed in strategic locations feature delicacies and beverages.

The location is the supreme chancellor's palace, his private residence, which surpasses the government, provided estate.

The chatter abounds as the multitude mingles. Jerka's social gathering spotlights the most powerful of the Annunaki hierarchy. Milda's birth celebration attracted a large group. A Blood, and daughter of a NEX, she masters the art of planning an extravagant party.

Much younger than the chancellor and quite a socialite, she enjoys the good life. Nevertheless, for political purposes, she seldom leaves The Escapades. Like most Annunaki women, tall and slender with blond hair, mesmerizing blue eyes, smooth complexion, and a sensuous body, she displays an air of superciliousness.

Milda, wearing a floor length, crimson red, sleeveless gown exposing her shoulders preens for the crowd. The front tapers above her breasts to a narrow strip, which forms a collar around her neck. An oval opening shows a daring amount of cleavage. Her exposed back reaches from the waist to her diamond necklace. The garment, made of a silky material, flows with elegant grace while she moves. The bottom flares from the waistline down with a tantalizing slit up the front to above her left knee and shows her gold metal flake left-shoe. Her medium-length hair forms a swirl on top, accented with a ribbon of the same fabric as the well-designed dress. A gold link chain adorns each wrist.

The day boasts two highlights. This twilight, before sunset, a rare lunar eclipse takes place. Goliath and the Sisters become visible together in the late afternoon and evening sky. The extraordinary incident adds to the spectacle, all three moons cross the face of the setting sun before sundown. At one point, the star encases all three. The occurrence happens once every four hundred and thirty years.

Around the neck of each guest, hangs a pair of exceptional glasses, designed for viewing the event. Milda's generosity is evident. A link chain of pure gold suspends the spectacles and a metal tag highlighting the date, the eclipses, and her birth celebration.

_How fitting this is happening on my special evening._ She surveys the prestigious crowd from the balcony.

"An imposing affair, Chancellor—an impressive gathering of important people in one room," the guest says as he walks up to Jerka from his blind side.

The chancellor turns to acknowledge. "I'm pleased you came, Raefell—you've been away too long."

"Far too long—how's the family?"

"They're fine. Thank you for asking."

Raefell goes straight to the subject. "Is The Dome Project back on schedule?"

"Not yet—the missing engineering files still elude us," he says. Nuggen is not impressed, and Jerka lies. "We're on a fast track to restore the data in case the originals are not found." _Now why did I make such a stupid statement_?

"How long will the restoration take?" The piercing stare of Raefell demands commitment.

"Several years will be needed to recreate all the missing information." He understands the answer is unacceptable.

"A bad joke—you make a dreadful joke." He is loud and attracts the attention of others standing nearby. "How'd Bhril let things get so far out of control? The thought is beyond my imagination—gross negligence is all I can say. Now what're you doing to rectify the situation?"

The chancellor is unprepared for such a delving conversation. He assumed the event would stay social. Speechless, he stands as the silence spreads, and those within hearing distance stop talking and turn their attention to Nuggen and Jerka.

He stumbles as he says, "I—I—uuh—plan to fire Bhril, as soon as I can find a suitable replacement."

"You hung yourself out in public during the election campaign. You let your mouth override your abilities. The people expect big things at The Dome Project—do something visible, and now. The herd needs something to graze on." Raefell's face reddens. _Now's the time to leave. I must not make a spectacle_. He spins on his heels, moves to the far side of the room, and locates an old friend.

ABYDOS UNIVERSITY

Kia finishes her Micro Mathematics examination and is comfortable with her performance. She turns in the paper and goes to the Student Social through the underground hallway.

He proved an excellent helper and cleared up some confusion for her, and much of math began to make sense.

Some of what Gramps told her perplexed her as she tries to decide Jadan's place in her life.

Half of her hopes he will be present, and the other wishes not. She is ashamed for avoiding him, but she can't make up her mind what to do or say when they meet. She cannot avoid him, nor does she want to. She yearns with intensity to be with him, embrace him, and listen to his voice. _Be here Jadan_.

She arrives at the entrance and stops to scan the room. His absence causes disappointment to wash over her. She gets a snack pack and beverage, and goes to a quiet corner, sits and continues scanning the room hoping she missed him earlier. She discovers Kraymer sitting alone working with his computer attached to a crude square box. Jadan introduced them before the team's first trip. She procrastinates but walks up, clears her throat, and says, "Uh, hmm, excuse me."

He is startled out of his deep concentration. "Oh, hello—Kia, right?"

"Yes—uuh—I'm sorry I disturbed you. I'm hoping you can tell me where to find Jadan." She is nervous, and aware her condition shows. _Did he tell him about me not returning his calls?_

"He's on assignment with the rest of the team. They left," he says staring at her.

The silence gives her a chill. "Can I reach him?"

"Oh, no—we can't communicate with anyone outside of the job site. Dr. Marshon forgot to tell us prior to our first trip. I returned to a furious girlfriend, and he talked to her to calm her down. She spent three days running scenarios—none of which she found favorable for me."

"Did they say when they'll be back?"

"No, I'm not sure, but they may stay a while. The chancellor is exerting excessive pressure on the doctor to find and fix the problem. I'm here working on a possible solution."

"What can be so urgent?"

"The issue is sensitive and classified. Should I tell you, the law says you must be shoot." Kraymer tries to be humorous, but she is not impressed.

"Thanks." She frowns, turns, and walks away. Disappointment flows over her. _Do I leave a text or voice?_ Her recourse is a voice memo on his message center. Not knowing Jadan's return schedule wears on her. She decides a voice communication will be better. _Much time passed since he listened to my voice._

She dials. "Hi Jadan—this is Kia. Sorry I missed you your last two times in. Call me once you get back. I miss you—bye."

### CHAPTER 7

Dome Surveillance

ENGINEERING DEPARTMENT AT ABYDOS UNIVERSITY

Dr. Bilden is at his desk reviewing statistics of last term's grades. His assistant buzzes, and sounding a bit surprised, she says, "The chancellor's on the line. He's demanding to talk to you at once."

"Okay, I'll take the call. Thank you...Hello."

"This is Supreme Chancellor Jerka. How familiar are you with the engineering and construction at The Dome?"

"Not much—why?"

"We're having some problems, and I need fresh minds evaluating the situation. How soon can you accompany me? This is urgent." His lie to Raefell Nuggen puts him in a panic.

"I don't hold the required clearance."

"I'll get resolution within the hour. Who do I need to call at the university to get you released to me? You're going to need some of your faculty members to assist you, but we can talk about the details when we go to the job site."

"You get me cleared with my supervisor, and a security pass, and I can be ready first thing tomorrow." _He can't get the approvals so fast_.

"I'll send my AeroBus to pick you up at your home in two hours, bring you to my office, and we'll catch the MagnaTranz. You'll need clothing and personals for at least three days." He hangs up before Bilden can respond.

No wonder Marshon is stressed and under a lot of pressure.

He can't let the supreme find out he is aware of the missing data. He must appear not to grasp the magnitude or severity of the problem. He can talk to the doctor when he gets to The Dome. He buzzes his assistant and, assuming Jerka arranges with his superiors, he says, "Something important came up, and I'm going away for a few days. I'll check with you at times, and I'll be leaving soon to go home and pack."

He packs his portable computer, locks his desk, and walks out of the office. He hurries to the train and calls his wife. "I'll be home before long. An emergency arose at The Dome Project, and the supreme chancellor is insisting I accompany him this afternoon. I'll need three days of clothing packed when I get to the house. His AeroBus is picking me up in about one and a half hours."

"You're jesting, aren't you?"

"No, I'm not joking. This is urgent."

"Does a crisis exist for real? I can't believe he's demanding you drop everything on the spot to do his bidding."

"I'm unaware of what the emergency is—even when I find out, I won't be able to tell you. All work inside The Dome is classified."

"Fantastic—did you forget we're hosting a dinner party here tomorrow evening? The event is your idea, and they're your co-workers. You expect me to do what—entertain them by myself?"

"You're right. I forgot—postpone the festivity. Tell them I went to The Dome to help with an emergency. Express my apologies."

A short time later, Bilden stands in his foyer with his wife waiting for his ride. Tension is evident by the frowns on their faces. "I'll be back before long."

The AeroBus arrives. "Hold things together while I'm gone. I'll be back soon." He kisses her on the forehead and hurries out.

"The nerve of the chancellor—disrupting our plans with so little time," she says, slamming the door.

The door closes, and the unit accelerates away with a blue light flashing, signaling others to yield.

The car did not come to a full stop before Jerka rushes out. He waits as the door opens and ducks and walks inside. "To the MagnaTranz..."

The transporter moves off the parking platform and begins to descend in a vertical motion. "Glad you came along, Bilden. Soon, the train will pass the checkpoint. Afterwards, I'll tell you what's going on. Here's a temporary bracelet. You must wear the device at all times when in The Dome. The code in the..."

Inside the secured area, the chancellor begins to explain the dilemma. "We need to consider the possibility the data won't be recovered—worst-case scenario. The engineering management at the project tells me they need several years, as a minimum, to recover from what little paper documentation remains. The length of time is unacceptable. Whatever resources you need, regardless of cost, I'll provide, but time's vital. I can't imagine the horror and panic of the general populace if the word gets out we're not close to a solution, to a possible environmental catastrophe."

_The delay will be a political disaster for the Integrity Party and you._ Nobody is more dangerous than a cornered animal, and the chancellor finds himself in a corner with no obvious exit. Bilden realizes he, like Marshon, is in a precarious predicament. His anxiety returns.

THE DOME PROJECT

Soon, the MagnaTranz comes to a smooth stop at the CDC platform in The Dome, and Keiver Belan greets them. Introductions follow, and the chancellor says to him, "I must return to the city for several meetings this evening. Take the professor to Guest Quarters, and make sure he's comfortable. Dr. Bilden, I'll meet you here at 0700 tomorrow morning for breakfast. I plan to spend the day with you while we both get oriented and learn our way around." Jerka remembers his recent chastisement by Raefell Nuggen. "This is my number-one priority. I'll be spending much of my time here until this situation is resolved. Now, I must catch the outbound MagnaTranz—good day. Oh yeah, find and talk to Dr. Marshon if you can."

Belan is polite but distant Bilden realizes as his AeroBus takes him to Guest Quarters. They arrive at the check-in desk, and he turns him over to an aide. "Put him in one of our finest rooms, and assist him as he gets settled. He's a special visitor of the supreme chancellor. Take him to dinner when he's ready. Sir, if you need anything, call the front office."

He examines his new accommodations and sets his luggage in the closet. "I'm famished. I missed lunch in the rush to get here. The quarters are excellent. Will you escort me to the dining room?"

The cafeteria is a short walk down the hall. At the door, the aide points him to the serving line and explains the protocol. He detects a familiar voice behind him.

"Well, what're you doing out here?" He turns and almost knocks Marshon to the floor. "Easy pal..."

Bilden blushes as he regains his composure. "The chancellor made me an offer I couldn't refuse—he ordered me out here with two hours warning—he even escorted me. You're exhausted—what's going on?"

"We've made no progress finding the lost data. We uncovered no clues. As to where the missing files went or what malfunctioned, I'm receiving a lot more attention than I want. I'm not sure how much longer I can handle the stress. The chancellor, Keiver Belan, and others believe that if they're not getting the results they want, they need to apply more pressure. Force is the single contribution they made to date. Their group holds no clue what's going on—things are political, volatile, and not improving. Get your cuisine and join us."

The nervousness in Bilden's stomach almost overrides his hunger, but he gets a food pack and beverage and walks to the table where Marshon, Surtat, and Relo are sitting.

"You remember Surtat and Relo. Jadan and Rue left a short time ago."

Bilden greets the group. "Kraymer isn't here?"

"He's back at Abydos U working on organic circuits. He can't do much here with all the distractions. Should he be successful, at filtering out white noise, we hope to identify the electronic fingerprints of all computers entering or accessing information before and after the first _DATA NOT FOUND_ error. We're trying to determine if a rogue computer entered some of the transactions. The move is a gamble, but now, we're about out of options. Tell us what the chancellor expects you to do."

Relo asks to be dismissed and departs.

The team finishes dinner after another boring and uneventful day. Rue excuses herself stating she is going back to her room for the evening. Soon, Jadan leaves. He goes to his room, showers and puts on fresh clothing and walks next door to Rue's room and knocks.

"Yes?"

"I'm here."

She unlocks and opens the door. Prior to entering, he glances up and down the hall. He steps inside, and she throws her arms around his neck, and pulls his face to hers. Again, he closes the door with his foot and reaches back to make sure he sets the lock. Jadan spins her a full turn before kissing her on the lips and pushes her away. "We must talk. I'm not sure where to start with so many questions."

"Ah." She protests. "Must we discuss the project now?"

"Yes." He takes her arms from around his neck. "I need to understand how and why I put your life at risk." He detects rejection in her large hazel eyes. "Don't fret. You possess a sizeable piece of my heart, but I want you to tell me about the Annunaki."

They walk to the sofa together, sit, and gaze with intensity into each other's eyes. She lets her passion override her discipline. One emotional and erotic interlude with Jadan and sensitive information pours off her lips in a steady stream. A lengthy briefing follows and she says, "I can't tell you a lot of personal details about the Annunaki, but plenty more evidence exists proving they're in control of the government and society. The facts are irrefutable, and they execute political dissidents without hesitation. The fact is we know little about them overall—the wall of secrecy is thick and dense—the disinformation tactics are powerful—we've not quite scratched the surface, but our objective is to learn all we can to understand them and their agenda."

At this moment, he understands the fear in her eyes the evening before. Jadan shudders as chills overrun his body. Again, the question races through his mind _. What did I get myself into_? _In the past, my life was mundane—in fact, boring._

"Tell me more about Opaque."

"I won't—uuh—can't. I told you more than I should."

He takes her hand. They sit in silence for a time, staring into one another's eyes. Rue leans forward and runs the fingers of her left hand through Jadan's hair. She gazes at her hand. "You lit a fire in me," she says in a tender and passionate voice. "The first time my life—I want more."

Jadan studies her face, and her expressions. She is an amazing young woman, and I will never do anything to cause her pain or harm?

"You should petition Opaque." Her voice is soft but direct. She leans into him and touches him on the lips with a gentle, lingering kiss.

Their emotions melt into one. Jadan moves closer and places his hands behind her head. He pulls her to him with intense passion. She puts her arms around him, and without interrupting their embrace, she lies back on the sofa pulling him with her. Rue's breathing accelerates as she runs her palms up and down his spine, sliding them under his shirt. The touch of his warm skin excites her. In Jadan's hands, she becomes clay, and he is the master sculptor. He possesses the power to make her into anything he wants.

They lie holding one another, and he is aware she is touching more than his back. She is stirring his essence. Their kiss fades into a tight embrace. He can sense her warm breath in his ear, sending chills throughout his body. The digits on his right hand begin with gentleness to move up and down her back, pausing at the waist. With a slight tug, he pulls the bottom of her blouse from the waistband of her skirt and allows himself the privilege of touching her skin. Her breathing quickens as he explores the privacy of her body beneath the fabric, up her spine, he finds the clasp on her bra. He fumbles like an amateur. He succeeds and gives his fingers uninterrupted exposure to the entirety of her back and shoulders. He picks her up and walks toward the bed...

Who is this who captivates him? Jadan checks his emotions. She causes his passions to run wild, and she is a stranger. On the other hand, is this a fling to lighten the stress of the times? He is content, and he begins to doze. Rue's communicator breaks the silence. He stares at her, but she makes no effort to move.

Seconds later, Relo says, "Rue—pick up—this is urgent. Okay, contact me when you get this. I need to talk to you." The device beeps once, as the message is stored.

"Sounds important. Tell me not to call him back."

"Don't get back to him—"

"I must. Did you detect the tension in his voice?" She puts on her robe, walks to the desk, and enters Relo's number.

"Rue, I thought you should be aware. The chancellor recruited Dr. Bilden, head of the Engineering Department at Abydos University. He arrived after you, and Jadan left. Where is he? I recorded him a message."

"He's here with me," she says with a giggle.

"Oh—do you think he's a good idea?" Relo's mind replays the events of their earlier conversations.

"An excellent proposal..." she says with defiance. "Besides, what happens in The Dome stays in—"

"All right—okay—I get the point. Don't let your vehemence override your judgment. Your emotions are rather fragile of late. When can I talk to you in person?"

"Tomorrow..."

"No—this evening—" Her reluctance irritates him.

"Okay, be here in one hour."

"I should go."

"No—I want you here. Relo will say if he is uncomfortable with you being present, but I want you to stay."

She walks at a rapid pace into the bathroom. He makes out the shower. A short time later, Rue calls to him, "I saved enough of my hot ion allocation for you a quick one. Come on." Jadan steps into the water while her eyes explore his unseen body. She detects scarring on his back and buttocks. "How'd you get the scars?"

"Let's say my father isn't a kind and gentle man."

On the minute, he knocks. She opens the door, and Jadan's presence surprises him. A quick glance reveals a rosy hue to Rue's cheeks and a sheepish smile on her face. He leans forward and whispers in her ear, "Why's he still here?"

"I want him to be."

"I'm sorry, but considering our previous conversation. I need to talk to her alone." The mood is tense.

"Let him stay."

"Okay, but all I'll tell you is this." He censors his remarks and repeats what he told her earlier. "Jerka recruited Dr. Bilden, head of the Engineering Department at the university. He's here to evaluate the possibility of recreating the missing files from scratch. On site engineers say the project will take several years, but the chancellor wants the job done in half a year or less."

"Why is the time a problem?" Jadan asks.

Relo glances at him but does not answer. He turns to Rue. "The others need to be warned."

GUEST QUARTERS DINING ROOM

"Somehow, I thought this would happen." Marshon confides. "Where do you plan to start?"

"I'm not sure. Things happened too fast. One minute I'm sitting in my office reviewing charts, and the next, Jerka calls and informs me his AeroBus will pick me up..."

"Oh—didn't they tell you? You can't communicate with the outside. Our communicators will work within The Dome but not to the exterior." He places his hand in front of his lips and whispers to Bilden, "I believe we're being monitored. One of my students found what she believes to be three bugs in her room."

"Fantastic—the little woman is irate I left with no warning. She must reschedule a dinner party we planned to host, and she isn't happy. She's going to be livid when I don't contact her. Do you think they're bugging our quarters?"

"I'm not sure, but I plan to inspect my room. The other members of my team are to do likewise. You find anything suspicious, call me, and let the communicator buzz once and hang up. I'll check the caller ID for you, and I'll come over."

Bilden considers the remarks. "I hope you're overreacting. They must consider us trustworthy."

Marshon glances up. Jadan is walking across the room toward him. He greets the doctors, bends over, and whispers into his ear. "We've found bugs in Rue, Relo, and my rooms. What's going on out here?"

The revelation and the reality jolt him. He realizes the three in question are Commonuers, but the fact does not justify bugging his team. "Who the—?"

Jadan interrupts him and says with softness, "Cover your mouth when you talk to eliminate the possibility of someone reading your lips."

He complies and speaks with gentleness into Jadan's ear, "Who found the bugs?"

"Rue did."

"Ask her to meet me outside my room in one-half-hour and check my room." His stomach tightens, and he excuses himself and says to Bilden, "I'll catch you later."

Not aware of what Jadan and the doctor discussed, he is perplexed at Marshon's abrupt exit. He finishes his food, beverage, and leaves. He harbors an unsettled sentiment about the circumstances in which he finds himself.

Marshon scans his door lock with his PIC and security bracelet. A click is audible as the entry unlocks and pops open. He steps inside and closes the door. He stands in silence and stares about the room for anything he perceives to be a bug, but nothing catches his eye. _Am I going mad? They wouldn't put the bugs in plain view._

Soon, he makes out a gentle tapping and walks to the small display. Rue is in the hallway. He jerks open the door. "I—uuh—" she holds her index finger in a vertical position in front of her closed lips. He steps into the corridor out of sight from within the room or hall cameras.

"Speak as if I brought you something you requested. Tell me thanks. We'll go into the room."

"Thank you, I appreciate you bringing this by. You're kind."

They walk inside, and Marshon closes the door with abruptness. She removes her shoes and begins the search of the room. Thirty minutes later, she gestures for him to step into the hall. "I found three bugs in your room in almost the same location as the other rooms."

The doctor is furious. The veins are standing out on his neck with an abnormal flush on his face. "What the hell are these people doing? I can fix this." He signals for Rue to follow him back into his quarters. He enters the kitchenette and fills three glasses with water. He goes to the location of each bug, pulls, and drops them into a glass. "The liquid should take care of the problem." He smiles.

"More of them will be in place tomorrow, but in different locations."

"Perhaps so, but we may get the last laugh."

She returns to her room. Jadan and Relo waited. "I found three bugs in Dr. Marshon's." She chuckles. "You'll never guess what the good doctor says about the bugging. He's furious his integrity's in doubt. I'm not sure what he's thinking, but he said we may enjoy the last act."

"How interesting—Jadan and I talked, and he's asked me to support his petition for membership in Opaque. I agreed, and he'll take the blood test, as soon as we get back," Relo says.

A big smile lightens her face as she skips across the room and jumps into his unprepared arms. With her clinging around his neck, they bump into a table and fall to the sofa. She says with a giggle, "You're going to need to be more prepared if you're going to run with Relo and me." She gets up and straightens her clothes.

Dr. Bilden finishes unpacking and hanging his clothing. He takes a walk around the suite with care. _Where would be a good place to hide bugs?_ He scrutinizes the rooms once more with the detailed orientation of a true engineer. Again, he finds nothing. He is finishing his second pass when Marshon and Rue arrive. He opens the door, and the doctor speaks before he can say anything. "Here are the snacks and beverages you requested. You'll not be able to get an allotment of Vino until you've been here more than two days. He walks into the room and sets a tray on the bar with a clank. "Will there be anything else, sir?"

"No—thank you," Bilden says.

He motions for Rue to come into the room. She enters closes the door with a noisy thud, and signaling him to be quiet, she goes to the areas of the bugs in the other suites. She gives an affirmative nod at each location. The two doctors stand by, and she scans the rest of the suite. _At least, they are consistent._

Rue takes a cue from Marshon. She ambles into the kitchenette and finds a large beverage tumbler in the cabinet. She fills the container two-thirds full with hot ionic water. She traipses to the fridge and removes three soft textured food packs. She reconsiders and pours most of the water from the glass and adds the contents of each packet to what remains.

The doctors are puzzled.

She casts an evil smile toward them as she goes to the location of the first bug, and extracts a false logo on the screen by the door. She holds the thing about a meter above the container...with a grin on her face. She continues to the other two. She walks to the microwave oven, puts the beaker inside, sets the timer for ten seconds, and hits the start button. The fireworks begin in an instant. Soon, with smoke coming out of the vent and with an expression of satisfaction, she says, "I believe we can talk now." She takes a bow and motions as though tipping a nonexistent hat. She turns and struts out the door.

"Damnation what's going on out here, Marshon?" Bilden asks, anxiety evident in his voice.

"I wish I understood what this is about. I'm becoming more suspicious the data loss is no system malfunction. The security's rigid and tight here and with the bugs, cameras in hallways—people scrutinize our every move—must be more going on than meets the eye." The appearance of bewilderment and fear on Marshon's face is not helping comfort him.

"How shall we proceed?"

"I don't understand, but where did Rue learn to find the devices with such efficiency?" She is too confident—and schooled in what she did. No doubt she's performed the exercise before—but, for what purpose?" The longer Marshon talks, the further the plot grows and the more unknowns enter the equation.

"You're aware destroying the bugs made the mysterious WHO'S WATCHING alert we're conscious of them. We may be in deeper than either of us can imagine."

"Yep—we've let the proverbial feces out of the crapper. What now...?"

RUE'S ROOM AT GUEST QUARTERS

"Where is Jadan?" she asks, glancing around the room.

"He went to the break area to get some snacks and Kava. He'll be back soon. We must talk fast. With bugs in Marshon and Bilden's rooms, no doubt Surtat and Kraymer are as well. Things may be spinning out of control. We don't enjoy the luxury of waiting to test the programs. Day-after tomorrow we will activate the automatic extraction when we leave. I still want my ancient records extracted first." The pre Great War files remain an obsession.

"I hope my encryption program masks the movement of input as planned." She experiences anxiety from the inability to test the encoding transmission under live conditions.

"The transfer of information will appear to be going through The Spider to the remote computers. At the handoff point, the records are siphoned and stored. Random fill digits will feed back into the system, bit for bit so the backup data will be the appropriate size. The single potential problem will be a crash of the CDC and the need to recall the backups from the remotes before we finish."

"We will leave The Dome soon, send an encrypted message to Kaamren, and arrange for him to meet us at A7. He should bring Seth and Mika. We need copies of the instructions hand carried to each of the holding locations."

KIZZIE'S OFFICE

Kizzie arrived with a Kava Royale in her hand. Her assistant is at her desk. "Good morning," she says, "Did you enjoy your days off?"

"I did. We spent the time at my parent's place in the Bozza foothills. I'm so anxious for warmer weather. My husband loves to fish. He passed the time staring out the window at the frozen lake."

"I'm with you. I love to hike in the Mountains, but warm conditions are a way off. I hiked around the area you're talking about, and I understand why he likes to angle the waters. At quarter orbit, the climate is terrific. Oh yes, I scheduled a meeting for 0800 to last about two hours. Call Mr. Eas and tell him we will pick up at 1000 where we left off last time, if the time is good for him. I want the rest of the day kept clear," she says.

Her session with Dr. Leland bored her in comparison to Astronomy. The brief is ending, and she walks the doctor to the door. Bannon is sitting on the sofa in her waiting area. "Thank you, I appreciate the thorough briefing. Good morning, I trust the timing isn't a problem for you?"

"I rescheduled a few things, but I'm anxious to continue our discussion." He stands and collects his belongings. He enjoys sharing his knowledge, and he carries his computer under one arm and a stack of star charts and other documentation in an attaché in his other hand.

"I'm eager to pick where we left off." The intelligence she studies puts her mind in high gear. The subject is so interesting and exciting—she must control her emotions.

They go to a table in the corner of Kizzie's office, and he begins to organize the documentation. He places his computer in the middle and motions for Kizzie to sit. He takes a seat beside her so the screen is visible to both. "Do you recall the photos I showed you at our previous sitting?"

"The ancient black-and-white star maps?"

"Yes. I want you to hold this chart in your hand." He gives her the document sleeved in a clear protector. He turns on his PC, and after a few commands, a display appears on the monitor.

She examines the one in her hand and the other on the computer. Her face displays confusion, and her eyes flit from the page in her hand to the one on the screen. "These maps are of different areas of the sky—oops." She blushes as she realizes the item in her hand is upside down. She turns the document and scans back and forth between the two.

"Tell me, what do you recognize?"

She studies the two in detail and holds the sheet in her hand next to the screen. "They're of the same section of sky?" she still does not understand the relevance.

"Yes, the image is the same place in the galaxy, made about twenty-five thousand years apart and adjusted for stellar drift." He views her facial expressions as she begins to comprehend.

"Is this one of the ancient exhibits you showed me last time?"

"Yes—the first one. Do you detect the spot on the picture in your hand?"

She studies the chart and points. "The dot is the planet of olden times, which caused havoc on the close flyby of Nibiru." She pauses as she analyzes the map on the computer. "The speck is on this slide." She motions to the tiny image on the display. The expression on her face becomes one of dismay as the implications come into focus. "We appear to be on a collision course."

"We can hope the next flyby, and the rogue planet will be much farther away than before. The same distance as before or closer, we can speculate at the horror to take place. The government is preparing to put a satellite in orbit to monitor the approach."

"I didn't realize we could launch spacecraft."

"Few in the bureaucracy and academia are aware. By accident, I overheard Dr. Zea discussing the topic with a high-ranking official. He told me the subject was classified _Top Secret_.

She sits in silence staring into his face. The brunt of his statement holds a moving impact on her. He is horrified about what he knows—facts he should not. She does not yet understand the full shock of the data. How can she commit to the safety of Mr. Eas, his wife and children? She is searching for an inner strength she may not possess. "I promise I'll do my best to prevent any harm to you or your family."

"Thank you."

"Are you positive this is the same planet?" She is seeking an explanation to contradict the obvious.

Little doubt exists he assures her. He shows her several slide comparisons. All support his conclusion.

Kizzie decides she is ready to end their discussion at this time. The bombshell of information put her mind in a state of pandemonium. Her compassion goes out to Eas and his concern for his family. "I should like to meet them," she says with sympathy. "Would you like to come to my condo for dinner and drinks day after tomorrow?"

He is surprised. Never in his wildest dreams, did he expect a social invitation. "I'll need to contact my wife."

"Yes, you can use the communicator my desk."

Soon the call is completed, and the invitation is accepted. Kizzie stands and advises Eas. "My mind can't absorb more today. I'm in a fog, and I hope I'll wake to find none of this is real.

"Quite real—I'm afraid. We'll pick up here next time."

### CHAPTER 8

The Betrayal

MINISTRY OF LAW AND ORDER

Commander Rogg Jasen sits in his office when a knock at his door gets his attention. He peers up from his work and glimpses a uniformed officer. "Yes?"

"Sir, I'm on a surveillance detail at The Dome. We found a situation, and I think you need to be aware. We hid listening devices in the rooms of Dr. Marshon and each member of his team. In addition, Jerka recruited Bilden, head of the School of Engineering at the university. We bugged his room also. The spying apparatus went silent in Marshon's room, and a short time later, those in Bilden's room went dead. The instruments are operational in the room of the girl named Rue, but an unusual silence exists until late in the evening, before she goes to bed. I think they discovered the appliances."

"Who authorized the spy mission?"

"The supreme chancellor did, sir. Director Joanz is overseeing the operation."

The commander's face flushes. "I appreciate you informing me officer—I guess you'll want to ask him what to do about the dead bugs. Thank you for stopping by. I'm sure you can find your way out."

The officer leaves and Jasen presses a preset on the communicator and listens...

He clears his desk, and turns the locks. Rogg passes his assistant, without breaking his stride and says, "I'll be away the rest of the day."

He walks down the hall taking long strides. _What is going on? Why is the director going around me with this?_ The political situation and the problems at The Dome take on a more sinister air. He goes to the MagnaTranz and waits for the first one to the remotes Sukish. Prior to boarding, he activates the cipher in his wristwatch.

The CDC can no longer find him. Making multiple train transfers, he convinces himself no one follows. The commander gets off at a remote stop in a barren but populated area of Bunea, the most remote and rugged of the provinces. He dials and waits as the connection buzzes. Soon, Kaamren answers. "I need you to pick me up, or send someone for me at A7 one hour after sunset. We discovered a serious problem demanding immediate attention."

"What's happened causing such urgency? Did someone get captured?"

"Not yet, but Relo and Rue might be in grave danger. We need to be prepared to extract them from The Dome before morning."

"What about the files?"

"We may not be able to remove the data now. They will stay hidden until we can devise another plan. Now, the safety of our people takes priority. How's progress coming on Dérobé-1?"

"The prototype is complete but not field tested in the open. The testing took place in abandoned train tunnels. Our abilities are limited verifying the maximum speed. The engine is performing well, and we believe she will reach speeds up to 165 kilometers per hour (kph). The camouflage skin isn't perfected yet."

"The cover serves as a heat shield as well as a visual shield—right?" the commander asks.

"Yes—and protects against detection by the heat-seeking satellite as well as the visuals. Tiny cords of light transmitting filaments impregnate the special covering. The strands pick up imagery from surrounding objects and transfer the information to the opposite ends, making the item blend into the background. High-speed air jets erase the tire tracks. We can't contain the dust and debris cloud. From space, the moving Dérobé-1 will appear to be a small storm." Kaamren explains the basic design of the new four-passenger stealth transporter. "The AeroBuses used by patrols can reach 115 kph. They ride on a thin cushion of air and aren't as flexible in rough terrain as our prototype."

"How soon will the skin be ready?"

"I'm not sure. This is the handmade sample, and progress is slow. Relo and Rue may require rescuing soon, how will we accomplishment the task?"

"We'll discuss the details when we meet with the others. I must find a place to hide until my ride comes. Please—be on time."

"Will do—until then." Kaamren hangs up. He turns and almost bumps into Lee.

She is standing behind him with her arms crossed as if to say, 'not again'. "Please tell me you're not going out." The frustration in her voice accents the frown on her face. They stand staring into each other's eyes and she says, "Alright, okay, I get it, another emergency."

"I'm sorry, but Rue and Relo appear to be in serious trouble at The Dome. We may need to rescue them later in the day and get them to a safe haven. The supreme chancellor ordered Dr. Marshon, and his team bugged. Bilden arrived last evening, and Rueef found some in his room. Prior to them thinking things through, they destroyed the bugs in the doctors' rooms. The director arranged for the bugging and didn't inform the commander. You might guess he's furious. One of the surveillance officers couldn't find Joanz, so he went to the Jasen's office and informed him. The officer wanted guidance about the destroyed equipment, but he told him to find his boss and ask him. The devices are still in the students' rooms, but shadowing noted Rue's room is silent until a short time before she goes to bed each evening. Security may review tapes from the hall cameras and note the traffic in and out of her room during the periods of abnormal silence. They'll want to search her room to learn how she's silencing the bugs."

_"What's Jerka thinking? Why all the secrecy?"_ Lee wonders.

"Someone's putting excessive pressure on him. Jerka made many campaign promises about getting The Dome back on schedule. He can use his entire term to correct the problems before he faces the voters again. I don't understand. Is he afraid of what Marshon and company might find or not find? he asks.

"This sounds dangerous. Please promise me you'll be careful. I can't imagine what the baby, and I'll do if anything happens to you."

KIA'S APARTMENT

Kia is watching The Broadcast, and absorbing all the scripted news of events around Okera and the Sports Cast begins.

"Good evening, ladies, and gentlemen," The commentator says, "The time for the planet-wide Waal-baal Championship is near. Last season's champion and the runner up advised our reporter, they plan to be back and ready for this year's playoffs. Let's switch to our field sports analyst for his predictions."

The game is a national sport played in an enclosed room with three walls, the floor, the ceiling, and the bottom half of the back as the areas of play. The remainder at the rear is a glass-enclosed observation deck. Three individuals compete at the beginning. Each, in sequence, hits the ball, which is six centimeters in diameter. They use a palm paddle worn like a glove on both hands. The sphere must pummel a minimum of two surfaces striking within a square on the front wall designated the SWEETSPOT. A player failing to hit the required walls drops out of play and must step against the back of the court. The first person eliminated during a sequence receives no score, the next taken out earns one, and the winner gets three points. The individual who wins the previous rotation serves. A set is twenty-one, and a game is the best two out of three. The first one includes three players. The second is the two winning competitors from the prior play. In case of a tie score, the challengers play a sudden death.

"This reporter followed the top ten athletes throughout the season. In their gymnasiums, I scrutinized them work out and spar with their trainers. Last year's champion and the runner up are looking strong again this year. Their contests so far show they retain all their competitiveness. Listen up—I recommend you keep an eye on a relative newcomer—an attractive university student named Kia Nuggen. This season, she improved and her skills are remarkable. She found more spirit and motivation somewhere. Is the magic the influence of the handsome young man in whose company she's often seen? We'll determine if she meets my expectations. She played twenty-two matches and lost two—both near the beginning. She'll get an invitation to participate in the playoffs I'm sure."

Her face flushes. She is not accustomed to hearing her name on The Broadcast, and the subtle reference to Jadan tugs at her heartstrings. _When will he be back—will he call?_

She pushes the remote control, and turns off the Tello. She presses another button on the controller, and the entertainment center begins playing a soft and soothing piece of guitet music he recorded for her. She dims the lights and allows the melody to take her into a dreamy state. With her eyes closed, her mind starts to fantasize. She can almost believe his warm breath is on her neck. She longs for his touch and the sound of his voice. Her imagination slips off into an erotic interlude, which did not take place, but she craves. Kia's heart takes her into a long, passionate embrace. She can imagine his fingers touching her delicate sensual zones with gentleness—buzz, she is jolted back to reality by her communicator. _Jadan—please, be Jadan_. She hurries across the room and answers.

"Hello beautiful," says Gramps in a flattering tone. "They announced your name on The Broadcast Sports, and I wanted to call and tell you congratulations. I'm not surprised you get so much of the media's attention. The exposure will be good for you. All the eligible young bachelors will line up wanting to accompany you. Why don't you come over tomorrow and eat dinner with me? We can continue our talk about your young man."

"I'll come for the meal, but I want you to let me work out the romantic part of my life."

"Okay, I want us to resume our conversation, but I'll leave your friend out. I anticipate seeing you."

"Goodnight." She reflects on the points he told her about the Annunaki and their distinguishing physical characteristics, and now Kia evaluates everyone she passes. He told her pure Commonuers are dark skinned, straight black hair, muscular, and medium height, and their mental capacity is lacking. She determines the majority of the population is composed of Blendeds. She recognizes few she deduces are true Commonuers and even fewer Annunaki.

Jadan—what is he? He is tall and a powerful build. His hands show evidence of hard manual labor. His hair is light, brown, and straight with blond highlights. His skin is bronze and flawless, except for a scar on his chin and a larger one on his right cheek.

She considers his stature and concludes he is a Blended. _With his blondish brown hair and tall slender but muscular physique, he is more Annunaki than Commonuer. He is a brilliant and talented individual. Why does Gramps find a problem with him?_

She wonders if Jadan is aware of the secret class system on Nibiru. The truth does not seem to matter. He cares for her with intensity—if she did not ruin things by not taking his calls. Time will tell, but if he loves her, Grandfather must accept the fact.

She is jolted back to reality by her communicator. Kia scrutinizes the ID. Liza Jerka, a niece of the supreme chancellor and a classmate is answering her earlier call.

"Hello, how've you been?"

"I'm good, how about you?" she asks, without waiting for a reply, "To what do I owe the pleasure? I hope this isn't school related. I'm about burned out."

"No, no, the subject is not about academics—I say Annunaki, and you say?"

She is surprised. The statement hits her as strange, and for a few moments, she is at a loss for words. "Why Kia—I say superior in every way. Why do you ask?"

"Well, being a pureblood is of the highest importance to my grandfather. I didn't realize how important until I started seeing Jadan Kanzz. Gramps is quite displeased with me."

"He should be. Why would you risk emotional involvement with someone whose inferiority is obvious? Our bloodline is getting so polluted with blended unifications, a time may come when enough pure Annunaki doesn't exist to govern the planet." She continues, and Kia wishes she did not make the call. She pauses for a breath. "You aren't serious about Jadan—are you?"

"I want to get your take on the subject," she says, searching for an exit to the conversation. "I'm in the middle of something. Can we talk later?" She lies.

"Okay, but I think you should listen to your Gramps."

"Goodnight Liza, and thanks for calling." Kia ends the discussion before she can start again.

She undresses and steps into the shower. Her mind is in turmoil. Any direction she chooses, someone is going to get hurt and angry.

LOCATION A7

Later in the evening, the commander arrived at A7. Kaamren greets him, along with Seth and Mika. "Jaan will be here soon. Rogg, tell us about the crisis. Do you think Rue and Relo are in danger?"

"The bugs in the doctors' rooms quit working. Did she find and disable them? Who destroyed them is irrelevant. The surveillance team suspects her, and if the director agrees, they plan to detain Marshon, Bilden, and her for interrogation. Relo's standing in the matter isn't clear. The shadowing squad may review the recordings of the hall camera. I'm afraid they're going to catch Relo going into her room, making him an accomplice. We are fortunate. The director left this morning for a five-day hunting trip in the lower remotes of Bunea and no communicator services exist. He and his party are hiking to a lodge built into a large rock outcrop, a full day's hike into the mountains."

The province straddles the equator.

"In other words, the director is going to be out of the picture for at a minimum of five days?" Jaan asks.

"Not guaranteed," says Rogg. "The surveillance team may go after him. The trip will take at least a day and a half to find him. Let's assume that time as a minimum, as a safety factor, to respond to the threat. We must plan for the worst possible scenario."

"Mika, are we ready to download the files?" Jaan asks.

"We lost our time to test the programs, but I'm confident they'll work. Rue's encryption program worked well on the simulated ones."

"Are the computers geared up for such a large amount of data?"

"One computer's memory fills, and the software will switch to the second in the network, and pass off to the third. The last computer should be capable of holding the remainder of the files," Mika says, as long as no interruptions occur to the programs.

"Why do we want the mass of records? Considering the risks, shouldn't we minimize the possibilities and delete the information?" Jaan asks.

"A successful transfer is critical to our mission. The technical data and engineering drawings would take years to create. Once you become aware of the stolen content, you'll understand. Each computer resides in a mobile unit. A processor finishes receiving the transfer, and the transport will move through the abandoned MagnaTranz tunnels to a custom constructed hiding place. The units will remain hidden until things settle down. All three will download to a large mainframe at one of our safe havens. The excitement begins afterward," Mika says with a nervous chuckle.

Kaamren clears his throat to get everyone's attention. "Okay, here's the plan for extracting Rue and Relo..."

THE DOME GUEST QUARTERS

Marshon meets with his team in the dining area, less Kraymer, who is on campus working on his organics project. The workday ends, and the group is ready to eat and unwind. Dr. Bilden joins them. He finished his first day of orientation with nothing planned for tomorrow. "We're leaving The Dome at 0600 in the morning," says Marshon. Not wanting to reveal what happened to the students who aren't aware of the bugs, he says, "We're going back to assist Kraymer. We're making no progress here since no detectable fingerprints appear in the transaction logs."

"You're going to leave me here alone?" Bilden asks. "What if they start asking questions?"

"Why don't you come back with us? Between now and morning we need to come up with a viable reason," Marshon says.

"Perhaps you should do some in-depth research into the defective translucent material. You can schedule a plant visit and study the manufacturing processes from raw components to finished product," Relo says.

"Sounds like an excellent idea."

"Excuse me, I'm going to my room and start packing. I'm looking forward to getting out of here." Jadan is thinking about Kia, and this gives him an opportunity to be with her earlier. He hopes she left him an encouraging message. _What do I do about Rue? I am fond of them both, but this is bound to get complicated._

She returns to find her room searched and in a mess. She goes to her bag and checks for the hairdryer. "Thank goodness," she whispers. "The device's here." She examines the locations of the bugs. _They're gone. They relocated them._ She turns on The Broadcast, and begins her preparations to leave, but what about the files?

Dr. Marshon told them not to make any sounds, which will lead anyone to conclude they are leaving The Dome. "The element of surprise is essential."

Caught off guard, Relo must somehow get back into the control room to activate the delayed file downloads. He picks up his communicator and calls Dr. Marshon's room. "I hate to bother you, but I left something important in the control area. Will you accompany me so I can get the device? Yes, sir—I do understand, but..."

THE SUPREME CHANCELLOR'S OFFICE

"Betta Kahnn's here to meet with you, sir. What shall I tell him? He stopped without an appointment."

"Send him in," the chancellor says with pleasure. He stands and walks across the room to greet his unexpected guest. "Do come in, Mr. Kahnn. I didn't expect you so soon. I trust you to bring some good information for me." He returns and sits in his plush leather chair and leans back.

"I thought about your threat—uuh—proposition. I conclude if I give in to you now, this'll never end, and I refuse to become your puppet." He struggles to conceal his fear.

Jerka is stunned. He cannot believe his ears. _Betta Kahnn is in no position to take this stand._ He rises from his chair and places both palms on his desk and leans forward glaring into Kahnn's eyes with authority. "Boy," he says in a condescending tone, "do you understand with who you're screwing?"

He puts his hands on the shiny wooden surface of the chancellor's furniture and leans toward him staring into his eyes. Their noses are about fifteen centimeters apart.

"Get your hands off my—" Jerka says, his voice nearing rage. "I think you lost your mind, and—"

"And what?" Kahnn's asks. "Prior to you starting to destroy Connee Bhril and me, you better make sure no embarrassing skeletons exist in your family closet. I'm positive they do, but I won't share specifics. Unless you do something stupid, they'll stay hidden." Without another word, he whirls around and storms out of the office slamming the door.

The chancellor stands with his chin dropped and stares as Kahnn leaves. The confrontation happened fast and direct. Jerka is at a loss for words. _How dare the bastard come in here and talk to me with such disrespect. I'll bash his head for this._ He sits in his chair, leans forward with his elbows on the desk, and his head in his hands. _What information does Kahnn hold to give him so much courage? He must be aware of something_.

Too many people backed him into a corner. He visualizes no alternative but to come out fighting. He races down the hall, with his heart pounding in his chest. His face flushed, veins are protruding. He drifts into a dream world of blurred reality. Did the chancellor comprehend his horror? He must tell Connee what happened—in case.

KIZZIE'S CONDO

Kizzie is putting the final touches on the dining table. Lit candles, linen napkins, her best silver, and China set on the table in the proper order. A large flask of Premium Vino is chilling in a bucket, delicate flames flicker, and soft music is playing in the background. She invited a male friend.

The chime sounds, and Kizzie greets Professor Boze Landiz. "Come in," she says, "The others aren't here yet. May I take your coat?"

"Thank you."

"Take a seat," she says, as she puts his things in the guest closet. "I'm glad you came."

Soon, a delicate knock is clear. "They're here," she says going to the door. She smiles and says, "Come in please. Let me take your coats."

They walk inside, but Bannon is uneasy. Perspiration streaks his face joined by a slight shaking of his hands. "Kizzie, may I introduce you to my wife, Marla. Please say hello to Dr. Kizziah Jayne."

"I'm pleased to meet you at last. You can call me Kizzie. I hope you'll make yourselves comfortable. Allow me to present my friend Boze Landiz. He is a Professor of Archeology at the university. This is Marla and Bannon Eas. He is Director of the Department of Astronomical Affairs."

"I'm pleased to meet you. Your husband and I share a common interest," he says.

"You do?" asks Kizzie. "How are you acquainted?"

"He is fascinated with ancient manuscripts as am I. We're captivated with the aged text I told you about a little while back. We're stymied, unless the archeologists find something to provide us with a key to the language."

"Well Kizzie—unless you're interested in olden texts and documents, I suggest you take charge of the conversation now," Marla says, with a smile.

"I'm committed but I understand little about the subject," she says. "I hope you aren't bored with the issue."

"Archeology isn't my favorite topic," she says, "but living with Bannon, I acquired quite a knowledge base."

"I keep hoping she'll become as interested in the matter as I am. Life would be more enjoyable if we worked together. I find joy in learning firsthand about the planet's history without someone else telling me what they think I should believe. Too often, the documents are translated with a bias, which distorts the original meaning." He is passionate.

"Excuse me, I'll bring out the food," she says.

"Let me help you." Marla volunteers.

Soon they sit at the table, and Kizzie walks around pouring each a glass of Vino. She returns to her place at the head of the table, raises her goblet and says, "I would like to propose a toast—to good friends—fine food—and to the continuous pursuit of knowledge."

"Touché," the response comes in unison.

"About good food, I hope the geneticists are successful in engineering plants and animals and eliminate a trip through the processing plant before we can eat them. I find myself fantasizing about a large piece of fresh meat, bone still in, and roasted to perfection over open coals. I'll be disappointed if the flavor doesn't measure up to my expectations." Kizzie's voice is soft as she begins passing the containers of preprocessed foods.

"A similar aroma is present in all the food items, regardless of texture and seasonings. Fresh meats, vegetables, and fruits—the substance dreams are made of," Marla says, "Do you think the drastic modification in our diet would make us sick?" she asks.

_Marla's right—this stuff stimulates a similar aftertaste._ "Perhaps we should offer a large financial incentive to the person or persons who find the solution."

He and Bannon glance at one another. Each hoping the other will change the subject to the ancient artifacts. Kizzie, sensing their despair, asks, "Did you guys figure out what the text's written on? He tells me the substance is not found elsewhere on Nibiru."

"The fiber making up the document is a cellulose material unlike anything we can find in any of the historical databases. We believe the fabric to be bright white in the beginning but continues to yellow with age," Boze says. "We analyzed the objects down to the molecular level, including the ink. Several of the components aren't on our table of elements. A sketch in the upper right-hand corner of one of the documents raises questions. Three pyramids of differing sizes appear overlapped. We've no idea what the symbol means."

"Scientific testing of the writings shows they existed before the Great War," Eas says. "Do you think they came from another world? Easy, or our imaginations will go wild, but we don't dare."

"Why not?" Kizzie asks. "From what you said about the exhibits, they may be extraterrestrial. Why not accept the facts?"

"Such a stand might be the kiss of death in the world of academia, which demands irrefutable confirmation for acceptance." Boze is apologetic in his response as he sidesteps the issue.

"How much substantiation is required? Sounds to me like you cling to enough," she says. "You two aren't convinced of the validity of your work."

"Bannon, tell me about the Astronomy Department. Does life exist on other planets?" Boze asks to change the subject.

"Not so fast," Kizzie says. "Get me a sample of the material and ink, and I'll get them tested. Let's assume they're what you say—I'll publish a scientific paper on the findings."

DR. MARSHON'S OFFICE AT ABYDOS UNIVERSITY

Marshon succeeded in getting the team and Bilden out of The Dome without attracting attention, but now they are back...what next? They sit around a table in the corner of the room. The mood is tense.

"Why did we leave so fast?" Jadan asks. "Did the bugs in our rooms cause the reaction?"

"They caused this all to happen," Dr. Marshon says. "I can't believe they asked us to go to The Dome to fix a major problem and spied on us. What do they think we're going to do? Sabotage the place—?" The longer he talks, the more his anger manifests itself. His voice quivers as he continues. His blond hair and blue eyes enhance the increasing redness of his face. "I'm ready to tell Masta Bhril this project's over. In fact, I asked my assistant to try to set up a meeting for me later today."

"May I join you? I'm finished as well. Besides, not going back to The Dome will please my wife," Dr. Bilden says, shocked by the recent events.

"Rue, I'm afraid I can't advise you. We might all be in a significant amount of trouble. I'm appalled this happened, and I hate you guys are involved." His voice is sympathetic, as he gazes into each student's eyes.

"We'll meet at the Student Social this evening at 1900. Does everyone agree?" Marshon asks as he scans the group. "I hope to talk to Bhril before our meeting."

They all nod.

"I need to make a call," Jadan says. Once he makes the statement, he glances at Rue. The 'please don't' expression is in her eyes, as if she is aware of his plans.

### CHAPTER 9

Rue Disappears

They come out of The Dome, and his communicator signals a voice message, which a quick glance reveals Kia called. He did not find an opportunity to call her.

The group begins to disperse. They walk down the hall, and she leans over to him and asks, "Are you going to contact her?" The expression on her face and the cocked eyebrow indicate the correct answer is NO.

"She left a message and asked me to contact her. I need her to help me get through World History, and she requires my tutoring to pass Micro Mathematics."

"Whatever..." she says, as she turns and goes in the opposite direction at a brisk pace.

"I thought we planned to get some ka..." Jadan's voice trails off as he realizes she is gone.

Relo glances at him with sympathy and says, "Women are complicated, and so are affairs at work." The underlying tone of Relo's voice is— _why didn't you realize the implications?_ "You come with me, and we'll go to the Opaque Frat House and get a sample drawn for the blood test. Let's get done before the day turns to total chaos. You do and I'll get the formal invitation prepared."

Rue is fuming when she opens the door to her room. She cannot believe her eyes. Someone broke in and ransacked the place. Horror replaces her immediate anger, and her emotions go spiraling out of control again. She needs his arms around her and his commitment and support. She scans the room and finds two of her data recorders missing. Her thoughts race as she tries to recall what is on them. Do they contain anything incriminating—then she remembers.

They part company, and he dials Kia, hoping to catch her before she leaves for class. The communicator buzzes once and she says, "I suffered waiting for you to call. I missed you. When can I meet you—what've you been doing—?" She rambles on.

"Wait a minute—wait a minute." He tries to get control of the conversation. "Where're you now?"

"I just left my room headed to my first class—why?" she asks.

"Do you think I can convince you to cut your first couple of classes? I want to be with you."

"Okay—uuh—meet me at the Student Social."

"How about I meet you at your apartment?"

"Okay, but give me an hour to straighten up. I didn't expect a guest, and I overslept this morning."

"I need to talk with you now, and I promise not to do an inspection of your quarters. Okay?"

"I'll be home when you arrive and leave the door unlocked—come on in."

He runs across the courtyard. His mind is in chaos—the bugs—Rue—Opaque—Kia. How many things can he juggle? He arrives and finds the door unlocked—he eases inside. "I'm here." He walks to the center of the room.

"I'll be out in a second—take a seat."

Jadan elects to stand and nurse the nervous sensation in his stomach. He waits with apprehension for her to appear.

She does and she is ravishing. She pulled her blond hair back and secured it behind her left ear with an azure ribbon. Her long-sleeve shirt is a shade of blue that highlights her eyes and unbuttoned low enough to show some cleavage. Dark shading above her eyes further accentuates them. She applied a hint of beige to her pale, flawless cheekbones and hot pink to her lush lips. Her dark-blue skirt is snug making her shape more noticeable, and the above knee design allows him to evaluate her beautiful and shapely legs for the first time. She is barefoot.

They walk toward each other and meet half way.

"You don't go to class dressed like this?"

Kia does not answer. She responds with a flirtatious giggle.

He places his hands around her back at her waist and pulls her to him. They stand and gaze into one another's eyes until he bends over and kisses her with passion. She melts into his arms and reciprocates. The excitement rages and they begin to nibble the other's lips and tongue. Jadan's hands are massaging her back and shoulders. He slips his hands down her back to her hips. She reaches behind and restrains him. A few seconds later, she releases them and places her hands behind his head. He can sense the increasing pressure on their kiss as she pulls him to her...

Jadan is lying on his back with her on his left shoulder. She is on her side with her fingers tracing zigzag patterns on his chest, face, and neck. Her finger circles the scar on his chin and then moves to the one on his cheek. "How did you get these?" she whispers.

MASTA BHRIL'S OFFICE

He paces the floor as he reads the latest progress review from The Dome. _Lack of progression would be more appropriate._ The pressure is mounting, and to his chagrin, the Federation Party is demonstrating a hands-off stance. The project is political, volatile, and he needs a scapegoat.

Kahnn betrayed him. His long-time friend permitted the job site to get out of control and failed to inform him. Betta allowed the chancellor to blind-side him.

His relationship with Connee is icy to say the least. He holds suspicions, because he does not understand the change in their relationship. _Perhaps I spent too much time with the political campaign._ He is alone—and abandoned.

His assistant buzzes. "Yes?"

"Dr. Marshon is here to talk to you, sir."

"Send him in."

The door opens, and he enters. The expression on his face tells him something is wrong. Trying to lighten the mood, he stands and approaches him. "To what do I owe the pleasure, Doctor? Please, take a seat."

The doctors reconsider and decide for Marshon to meet alone.

"You asked me to form a team and go to The Dome to try to resolve the problem of the missing data." He stares with intensity into his eyes. "The effort caused hardships on my staff, students, and me, but I agreed to do as you asked. My group was working with diligence trying to determine what may be an impossible situation, and I assumed you selected me because you believe me to be competent and most of all, truthful."

"Yes—I chose you because I trust you are knowledgeable, capable, and yes, trustworthy. What's this about?"

"Who placed listening devices in my room at The Dome as well as the rooms of my students? The chancellor summoned Dr. Bilden to come to the job site and evaluate the timing to replace all the documentation. His room got violated too."

"You mean to tell me your room is bugged?" He appears to be shocked.

"Yes, my room contains surveillance apparatuses.

Silence prevails as Marshon waits for him to respond, and Bhril tries to make sense of the situation.

He realizes his problems are more serious than he thought. "I assure you. I'm unaware of bugs in the rooms, but I'll get answers. How did you find them?"

"One of my students found them."

"Which one...?"

"I'll not reveal the student's name, but I'll tell you the room at The Dome got plundered. To make matters worse, someone ransacked her apartment on campus, and two personal recording devices disappeared."

"They contained information I assume?"

"The student didn't say."

"You better find out..."

"The content of the recorders isn't important. Why are we being spied on?"

"I'm not sure—I assure you. I'm not involved, but I'll do what I can to find out." _The chancellor is at it again_. "I want you to go back to the project and continue work as if nothing happened. Be careful what you say."

"NO, SIR—my team and I aren't going back to The Dome. I fear for my safety and the well-being of my students. I'm through with the venture—you'll need to get someone else.

"Will you reconsider if I provide undercover bodyguards for you and your group?"

"No."

KAAMREN'S HOUSE

Lee and Kaamren finish dinner and put the baby to bed. They plan a quiet romantic evening with a carafe of Premium Vino. The bottle is a rare and expensive vintage they saved since their unification. A fire burns in the fireplace, and gentle music plays from speakers placed at strategic locations around the room. A candle flickers on the table in front of the sofa. He grasps the corkscrew and opens the bottle pouring a glass for each. He reaches for the remote control and begins to dim the lights. The mood is perfect. He turns the music down a bit, puts his hands behind Lee's head, and pulls her to him with gentleness. Their lips meet and—the communicator buzzes.

"I thought you turned the thing off."

"Let the call go to messaging," he whispers as he nibbles on her ear. Moments later, the beep sounds as the message begins to record. Both listen.

Rogg Jasen speaks without identifying himself. "Rue is in grave danger. We need to get her to a safe haven now, but I can't find her, and she isn't answering her calls. I used the locator system at the ministry, but I'm still unable to locate her PIC. Either she masked—" _Click_. The recorder times out.

They exchange puzzled glances.

"What's she gotten into?"

"She found some listening devices in her room at The Dome. She told Marshon and checked his room. She found bugs in the rooms of the others. Then she and the doctor got stupid and destroyed the items in his and Bilden's quarters. The next day while they worked, someone let themselves into her room and rummaged through all her things." He reaches for his glass and takes a sip. "Back at campus, she found someone ransacked her apartment and stole two recorders."

"What's on them?"

"The contents are unknown."

"Who do you think bugged the team?"

"Assume I'm given three guesses... Jerka, Jerka, and Jerka. We're sure he ordered a 'Dirt Dig', but we acquired no information of who is on the list, but we are sure who is at the top."

"What does the chancellor hope to gain from all this?"

"He wants revenge and control—in that order."

"We need ideas where she might be?"

"I don't, but I need to make several calls now to alert Opaque and, without exception, The Conversant and The Commission. Anyone seeing her must get her out of sight." Reality is sinking in, and Kaamren's concern is obvious to Lee.

He activates the communicator and waits.

"Hello."

"Call me back on the encrypted line." He hangs up.

Moments later, Kaamren answers on the speaker. "Jaan, a serious problem presented itself. I received information from Jasen telling me Rue's in danger. He's been trying to locate her but can't find her. Her PIC is masked. Hit the secured network with the facts. Anyone who sees her, get her out of sight, and let me know at once."

He turns to her with a frown on his face and whispers, "Well, that puts a chill on the evening, and I can do nothing now but wait."

Two days pass and still no Rue. Jadan tried without success to reach her unaware she is missing. He is on his way to Dr. Marshon's for a briefing. The team failed to talk since he met with Bhril.

He walks in and scans the room. Everyone is present except her. "Is she coming?"

"I hope so," the doctor says. "Like you, she missed the follow-up two days ago."

"I hate to be the one to bring the bad news, but she's missing," Relo says.

"What do you mean?"

"She's gone," he says. "When we returned from The Dome, she found someone ransacked her apartment... she didn't take the intrusion well, and she got upset. She didn't give any indication she intended to go anywhere."

"The same when she called me. Did any of you meet or communicate with her in the last two days?" Marshon asks.

They exchange glances, and all shake their heads.

"Do any of you speculate where she might be? This is serious. Is she close to anyone—friends with whom she might be? Where's her family?"

"Rue's an orphan. Her parents abandoned her as an infant, and she has no knowledge of them. Many believe her to be the result of an unplanned pregnancy, and her mother refused to acknowledge or submit to the mandatory abortion. She lived in a series of foster homes. I'm no doubt her closest friend, except perhaps Jadan," Relo says.

All eyes turn to him. "I didn't talk to her after our meeting when we returned from The Dome. We parted company because I made her angry."

"What upset her?" Surtat asks.

"Personal..."

"A lover's spat I bet," says Kraymer.

Written in the Articles, termination of illegal pregnancies takes place up to the point of natural birth. However, once born, the child lives, but severe punishments await the parents.

"They found Rueef behind a large planter inside the Emergency Entrance to the Bozza Provincial Hospital. She appeared to be about ten days old. Her mother dressed her in a beautiful handmade gown and matching bonnet. She wrapped her in a quilt made of the same fabric," Relo says. "To give her a good start in life, her mother ensured she got the health promoting colostrum. An emotional handwritten note pinned to the garment said, 'please, take care of my little girl.'" Jadan's queasiness and fear overcome him.

Rue may well have had a jealous tirade. It's not like her to walk away from a challenge, but someone might have kidnapped her.

"If any of you find or talk to her call me at once," he says. "Will you accompany me to her apartment? I'm acquainted with the manager, and he'll let us in. We can search for evidence of foul play without which security won't accept a Missing Person Report for ten days. She's an adult."

Relo turns to him and says, "They abducted her."

"They...who?"

"Whoever's been bugging our rooms? I suspect we've been under surveillance for some time and no doubt, still are. I'm worried about her. Some bad people may be holding her considering all that's happened." He contacts Marshon to update him.

"Hello."

"We left Rue's room. She went home after our return from The Dome. She called you and me and told us about someone trashing her room. Almost at once, after those calls, someone locked her apartment. Jadan and I went in the last time. Her clothes appear to be in place, and her communication device is on the desk, but she left without a trace. We're afraid she's been kidnapped," Relo says.

"Come right over and don't talk to anyone. I'll call Bilden and the others. They can come over also. We must develop some plans. I'm concerned. We're all in danger." A quiver in Marshon's voice reinforces his fear.

They hurry through the underground walkway to his office.

"The rest should be here soon," the doctor says. "First, tell me again what you found at her apartment. Did you find signs of a struggle?"

"Hard to say for sure, since someone ransacked the place. I'm not sure we could tell if a fight took place," Jadan says. "What's going on? I'm frightened."

"I am too," says the doctor. "I'm not sure what's happening. This might be easier if I did. I wasn't able to tell if Bhril lied or not. He seemed sincere when he denied any knowledge of what happened. He appeared surprised and angered when I confronted him about the bugs. I don't think he knew."

"What are we going to do about Rue?" Relo asks.

"I'm not sure. Joanz, the Director of the Ministry of Law and Order, is in the pocket of the Jerka. Involvement by the chancellor in connection with the surveillance and spying, he will be no help at all. In fact, he'll be an obstacle. We need to find someone in the government we can trust—but who...?"

"I might be aware of someone," Relo says. "I'll do some follow up and ask if the individual's willing to assist."

"Who are you thinking about?"

"Can't say. I'll need to get need to get permission from the individual before I reveal a name—sorry, sir."

"I understand. The person might be putting himself in grave danger."

Several hours of intense and often emotional discussion pass, and the team and the doctor failed to develop a satisfactory plan. In desperation, he decided to make another visit to Bhril's office. He says to the students, "I want you to go with Kraymer and help him with his work on the organic circuits. I'll send for you later."

"Why bother?" Jadan asks.

"Safety is in numbers. From this point until further notification, we'll stay with each other as a unit, for security. We can't be abducted if we're together. I manage a conference suite in my department to house visiting faculty members from other universities. The facility contains a bathroom, three bedrooms, a meeting room, and a kitchenette. I'll order food brought in for a seminar. The time is here for a lengthy staff discussion with several of my professors from Southern Bozza University." A hint of humor lightens Dr. Marshon's mood. "At 1500 hours, I want you to accompany one another to your apartments. Fetch clothing and toiletries for five days. Furthermore, bring your computers and any documentation or notes from The Dome. Make Kraymer's apartment your last stop and wait until I call—come straight here."

"Can we make our family and friends aware where we'll be?" asks Surtat.

"No—you should tell them you'll be away for at least five days, and you'll be out of communicator range—nothing more. Your stay here is secret. Relo, when you guys leave his apartment. You're responsible for making sure no one follows you. I'm not sure how you're going to accomplish the task, but somehow I believe you can." _He and Rue are part of something bizarre. They are exceptional, skilled, and wise in areas of mystery and intrigue._

BHRIL'S OFFICE

"I'm sorry, but Masta Bhril isn't receiving anyone today. He's instructed me to keep his agenda clear. You must make an appointment and come back later." The aide turns away and shuffles papers.

"Ma'am, I don't mean to be rude, but we're going to meet with him if we're forced to break the door down. I hope you understand the urgency of this visit."

The agitated assistant presses the intercom. "The doctors are here for a conversation with you. I told them you didn't want to be disturbed, but they're threatening to smash down the door. What shall I do?"

"Send them in."

They march into the office and slam the door. "One of my students is missing, and I want information if you're involved."

"Perhaps she decided to take a trip."

"I didn't say she. Come clean, and tell us where she is. I'm telling you—nothing better happen to her." Veins are protruding on the red face of Marshon.

"Did I say she?" He retracts "An automatic expression—I can say he or they. I am unaware of a missing student. Why do you think someone abducted her?"

"She disappeared more than two days ago. She left her communicator in her room, and all her clothes appear to be in place. Earlier, she called to tell me someone broke into her room, ransacked the place, and stole two recorders. All we can say is she vanished, and evidence indicates she didn't leave on her own," he says. "She is a member YOUR project, Bhril. I expect your full cooperation in getting her back."

"I'll make some calls and determine what I can find out. What's he doing here?"

"I'll tell you. I went to The Dome in good faith to resolve some major problems. I received threats and treatment like a petty criminal, and I don't intend to take more. I want to tell you first hand—I'm through at the project before I started." Dr. Bilden's anger escalates.

"You asked us to go back if you provided undercover bodyguards. The answer is not NO, but HELL NO," says Marshon.

AN ISOLATED LOCATION

They escort him to a room with concrete walls, a single door, and no window. On one side of the room are a table, two chairs, and a spotlight. On the other, is a solitary chair, to which they tied him, and the light is shining straight into his face. He realizes two individuals sit at the table, but he cannot make out their faces because of the glare.

"Mr. Kahnn," a man with a deep voice says, "we're going to ask you a few questions, and you're going to give us correct answers. This should be a painless process, but that's up to you."

The second man says, "The chancellor's quite upset about the disrespect you showed him when you stormed into his office spouting warnings. He sends several messages. One, this session never happened—don't make yourself appear foolish by saying the contrary. Two, he didn't appreciate the disrespectful comments—uuh—innuendos you made about his relatives. Three, you'll tell us what you think you learned that'll embarrass him or his family. Four, he wants dirt on Bhril, and you're going to be the source."

"You go to hell—and take the chancellor with you." Betta yells across the room. Moments later, an electric shock causes every force in his body to react. He jumps with such violence him and the chair fall backward.

"Point one, do you understand this meeting never took place?" the man with the deep voice asks.

He does not respond at once. A few seconds of silence, and the man administers another jolt. Kahnn's muscle contractions are so violent he slides about a meter across the floor.

"Do you comprehend this little get together never took place?"

His vision is blurred, and his ears are ringing as he fades into a semi-conscious state.

"I guess we need to give him a little time to think the situation through," says the second man, "Let's get a drink."

Betta boarded the MagnaTranz on his way home from work, and the two men approached from the rear, one on each side. One man pressed a sharp object against his back, the other whispered, "Don't turn around. Keep your mouth shut, and you won't be hurt. One shout and your left kidney will get ventilated—clear?" the man asked in a whisper.

He nods.

The three exit the train at the next stop, and as they walk away, a hood drops over his head. They shove him into an awaiting AeroBus and drive him quite a distance. They made so many turns, and he loses his orientation. They park at what he believes to be a vacant warehouse from the echoes as they move about.

He begins to recover and realizes the critical nature of his dilemma. _I'm going to die if I don't do what these thugs say. They'll kill me if I do cooperate. I must escape—that's my lone hope—but how?_

He analyzes how the ropes intertwine, but footsteps are in the corridor. They stop at the door, and the sound of metal keys in the lock echoes in the cell. The door opens, and the men return.

"Appears to me the last shock put him under," says deep-voice. "Get some cold water and let's wake him up." He leaves, and deep voice raises him and the chair to the upright position. Feigning unconsciousness, he slouches in the seat. With his head hanging down, he opens his eyes in a squint viewing the man's feet. The man is huge he decides and is wearing a pair of custom-made dress boots polished to a high sheen. A unique decorative metal emblem adorns the outside of each at the ankle.

The man returns with a bucket of water. He begins pouring the ice-cold water on the back of Betta's neck. Determined not to move, he realizes life-or-death rides on his ability to endure the chill. Deep voice grabs a handful of hair and lifts his head. His eyes are open. His pupils rolled back in their sockets, and saliva runs from one corner of his mouth. The man shakes his head back and forth and side to side. In frustration, he slams his head forward, and his chin hits his chest hard enough to make his neck pop, but he remains limp and appears unconscious.

"Damn, the last electric charge may've been too much. The chancellor will bust our asses if kill him," The man with the deep voice says.

"Let's go get some dinner, and give him time to recover. We'll tell him he died trying to escape, and we atomized the body—uuh evidence."

He listens as the two men turn off the lights and lock the door. He shivers as the cool air hits his wet body. Fate provides an unexpected effect. The water soaked into the rope's fabric, and the fibers begin to relax and stretch. He works with fervor until he gets enough slack to slip one hand free. In a matter of seconds, he frees himself, turns on the light, and stands for a time waiting for the circulation to return to his hands and feet. Betta walks over and attempts to open the door with no success. The heavy-metal door was dead bolted from outside. A survey of the room reveals no way out. He must attack the two men when they return. He finds no other way—but how?

### CHAPTER 10

Kahnn's Desperate Plan

A high-risk scenario begins to mature in Betta's mind, and he takes the rope and saturates the strands with the water from the floor. He ties a slipknot in one end and slides the loop open one and a half meters in diameter. The other end he secures to the inner doorknob. With his shirt, mops up the water around the chair, and squeezes the liquid out on the flooring inside the door. Three more times he repeats the action until he is satisfied with the volume of water. One of the chairs he turns over and places on its side behind the door. He makes an adjustment on the electrical control panel on the table, turning the knob to maximum.

With his plan in place, he waits in the darkness. The hours drag by giving him the opportunity to run the scenario through his mind numerous times. Blisters formed where the electrodes burned his body, and his muscles ache. On occasion, he stands and stretches. The ability to move with speed is essential to the success of his plot.

He detects footsteps in the corridor, and recognizes the key in the dead bolt. _The time is now or never. I get one shot at this_. The instant the two men step inside the door, Kahnn slams the door closed behind them. Accustomed to the darkness the advantage is his until their eyes adjust, but the timing is too quick. In a split second, he throws the loop over the heads of both men with his right hand, and with fluid motion, he reaches between them and grabs the opposite side of the circle with his left hand. In one swift movement, he loops the rope over making a complete circle around each neck. With his left hand, he holds the slipknot and pulls the slack out with his right. Their skulls bump hard, and he pushes the chair into their legs, knocking them to the water-covered floor.

In a series of quick motions, Betta hooks the wire wet twine, hurries to the table, and flips the switch. High amperage current produces sparks flowing through the improvised cable, to the electrodes, and into the bodies on the flooring. The voltage jolts the men and paralyzes them before they can untangle themselves. They scream for a brief time as the putrid aroma of burning flesh fills the room. In less than a minute, the screams stop, with all movements. Kahnn becomes nauseous as the arcs of electricity produce a dim glow. Soon, he is sure they are dead and turns off the switch.

With the light on, he searches for his shirt and finds it in a corner still rolled and soaked. The temperature of his body continues to drop. When he surveys the area, chills rush over him. Wet, cold, and lost he has no idea where he is. Soon, he opens the door, and with caution peers around the doorframe and gazes up and down the corridor. No one is in sight, but he detects faint voices at a distance. Not knowing where the men put the coats and with him damp and half-naked, stepping out of the building would prove fatal.

He takes the keys from the hand of the deep-voiced man, and turns off the light. He locks the door from outside and eases along the dim corridor, listening at each door he passes. When no sounds are perceptible from inside, he attempts to open it. Four doors—four tries—and he has no luck. The doors remained locked. At the fifth door, a man and a woman are talking and laughing, prompting him on to the sixth. No noises are audible from within. The door opens, and Kahnn slithers into the darkness and closes it with care.

Time seems to pass at a crawl as he sits in the stillness. No discernible sound is present except his breathing, and he runs his hand along the wall searching for a light control. The unknown causes his heart to race as he flips on the switch. A dim bulb illuminates the windowless room with its solid door. A key is required to lock the door from inside. Betta takes the ring and starts trying the keys one by one—success. One of them activates the lock.

More secure, he begins to inventory the area. On one wall is a series of lockers. Closer examination reveals an assortment of men's clothing. In one locker, he finds a set of extreme cold outerwear, including a full-length coat with hood, gloves, and a facemask. A further search exposes a pair of insulated boots with the same metallic emblem as on deep-voice's. _What's the significance of the insignia?_

He strips off all his wet clothing and begins trying on a variety from the compartments. Kahnn finds a dark-blue shirt and matching pants, which are too large. He puts on a pair of insulated socks and tries on the shoes, but they are too big. With no other option, He adds a second layer, and they almost fit. Men are talking and there are footsteps in the hall. Betta turns off the light and hides behind some boxes.

The men walk by.

Dry clothing is wonderful, and his body temperature begins to rise to normal. He continues to search the contents of the room seeking anything useful, and finds six self-igniting flares, which he puts in the coat pocket. A knife with a blade the length of his hand goes in his boot, and a one-meter metal bar he uses as a walking stick.

Several of the blisters burst, causing painful stinging where the clothing rubs the raw flesh. The pain becomes almost unbearable, but his fears and adrenaline keep him focused as he listens with intensity. He, detecting no one, opens the door, and eases into the corridor. A mental note made, he marks the door for a possible return visit.

He inches his way down the dim lit hallway. People are coming around the corner, and he checks beside him. The door is unlocked. With stealth, Betta slips into a stairwell and backs against the wall. Not breathing, he stands motionless until the voices pass and fade away. He examines the door and views the defaced but legible number. _The fourth-floor—I must remember the location._ A window is visible and darkness outside is exposed, so he continues to the first floor. The lights in the hall are much brighter. _This poses a problem._

Still in the flight of stairs, he recognizes more voices. They come closer, and Kahnn searches for a place to hide and finds an indiscernible opening behind some boxes. He steps into the supply closet and leaves the entry open about five centimeters. Two men enter the staircase. They begin climbing, and he realizes they are dressed in the same color blue shirts and pants as he. They include the mysterious metal emblem on their boots.

_I'm wearing a uniform._ With the realization, he steps with confidence out of the closet and walks down the first floor corridor carrying his coat and searching for an escape route. A door opens in front of him, and fear washes over him. Three men dressed in blue uniforms approach. Involved in conversation, they walk by. The momentary relief fades as he discovers another man in uniform. The man passes, but stops, turns, and says, "You better straighten your gig line, or the commodore will bust your ass."

"Thank you," he says without stopping. _What is a gig line?_

He walks by a set of double doors and detects chatter from within. He steps back and gazes through the small dirty glass. About thirty men sit around eating and talking, each dressed in the familiar blue. Another man meets him as he continues down the hallway.

The man says after spotting the coat, "I wouldn't go out in this cold if I were you."

"Not if I can help..." Betta does not slow his pace. Another set of double doors to his left catches his attention, and he peers in and views an immense open area appearing to be more than one hundred meters tall. A gigantic object, under construction, sits in the middle, and smaller subassembly stations spread around the outer perimeter with massive crates stacked like towers in strategic locations. A huge 'X' marks the ceiling doors, which runs from one corner to another and makes an outline of four triangular panels, which open upward. The entire roof opens, when activated, above a colossal crane. The operator, with no urgency, moves containers and large parts around the area.

Pain in his left wrist gets his attention, and Kahnn realizes, for the first time, the presence of a wide band around his PIC with a bangle over the object. _What's this?_ A men's room sign is across the hallway. Once inside, he finds an empty stall. The stench stings his nose, but he closes the door and examines the strap and the wristlet. They are similar, but not identical, to the one he wore when entering The Dome on official business. A dense, stretchable fabric with metallic particles embedded within make up the wristband.

_This must be masking my PIC, which will keep me from being located when I don't return home, but what's this bracelet about?_ The answer comes to him. _This allowed the men to bring me through a security checkpoint under an alias. This wristlet leads to me._

He retraces his steps back to the fourth floor, and arrives at the cell. Betta unlocks the door, slips inside, and closes, as he runs a hand along the dark wall to locate the switch, and turns on the lights. The odor of burning flesh makes him nauseous, but he is on a mission. Kahnn takes the knife from his boot, and after removing the bangle from deep-voice, he cuts the man's chip from his wrist. The PIC and device go into one shirt pocket, and he buttons the flap. The process continues on the second man, but he puts his equipment in the other.

_I hope the electricity didn't destroy the functionality of the devices. I may need their identities to get out of here...wherever this is._ He takes a few steps back and studies the bodies. Both are wearing the familiar blue shirts and pants, but theirs is a much higher-quality fabric. Each displays a metal insignia attached to their shirt collars. The pyramid-shaped emblem contains an image of an eye with three horizontal bars beneath. Betta decides to take their uniforms and boots.

The insignias are removed, and he rolls the clothing together and leaves the cell with caution. He goes back to the room where he earlier found his current outfit. He drags up a ladder and puts the wet garments in a top locker, closes the door, and spins the dial.

_The two men interrogating me must be in the upper echelons of the organization, whatever the association is._ A search of the lockers yields one of the high-quality shirts, matching slacks, and they fit him. Further searching produces a pair of high-gloss boots, and they are his size. He scans the room and locates a bag large enough for the clothes and foot wear. He puts his plunder into the pack, finds a small metal can, places the PICs and bracelets in, and deposits the container into the sack.

The coat, flares, and bar stay inside the room, and Betta returns to the first floor carrying his pillage. He goes to the cafeteria, takes a seat inside the door, and studies to learn the protocol. Hunger rages but he must be sure he can get through the line without a problem. At last, he grabs a tray, walks through, gets his food, and selects a table where no one else sits and places the bag on the bench beside him. Almost at once, three others join him.

One of the men turns to him and asks, "Ya new here?"

"Yes, I got here late today and can't find my way around."

The man extends his hand. "My name is Renny."

He shakes the man's hand, stammers, and says, "Zeta—I go by Zeta."

"What'd ya do to get sent here?"

"I crossed the wrong people." He keeps his comments brief and generic.

"You pissed off some powerful people to get assigned to the _Lifer Squad_ ,"

_The 'Lifer Squad...what's the 'Lifer Squad?'_ "What did you do, Renny?"

"I hacked into the CDC and found information of a planetary fly by in the future. They caught me almost at once. Quite upset they became. They gave me two options. They offered to dump me somewhere in Atlant or sign a confession and serve a life sentence here. Pretty sorry choices for gazing at some files—huh?"

"Is this a prison?" he asks.

"Didn't they tell ya? Come here ya never go back. Your family receives notification of your death, and ya disappear, at no time to be found again. What did they tell ya when you signed the confession?"

Kahnn's mind flies as he tries to sort out his predicament. "Sign here for the uniforms and I didn't need to read all the documentation. No one told me this would be a life sentence."

"Ya appear to be a smart man. I can't believe ya fell for something as palpable as their story," he says with a chuckle. "Did ya get an assignment, and a bunk?"

"I didn't receive either. They brought me here and didn't tell me anything." His curiosity peaks. "Where are we?"

"We're in The Inner Dome, friend, a remote location inside The Dome. Security's so tight a gnat can't get out."

He experiences a sudden chill and nausea. He thought he understood the project better than anyone did, but he was unaware, such a place as this existed. "What're they building in the large hangar?"

"They won't tell us, but in my opinion, a spaceship."

"A spacecraft—why do you think the thing is a spacecraft?"

"Prior to flunking out of Abydos University, I studied space travel engineering. This thing includes all the basics of a huge rocket. The propulsion system installed is like nothing you can imagine, an anti-gravity device, and a small engine for a craft the size the thing's gonna be."

"The object can't be so large and still be concealed in this facility."

"You think the machine sets on the floor at this level, don't ya?"

"Well—yes I do."

"This building goes thirty-two stories underground. The top, what ya notice, is almost finished—little left to do. We can't figure out what happened. About twenty-five days ago, the project came to a halt. We're walking around killing time."

RELO'S APARTMENT EARLIER IN THE DAY

"Excuse me, but I must make an important call—a private one." He is aware Jadan cannot leave, but he needs privacy. Into the kitchenette, he goes, and closes the door.

The action makes him uneasy. Relo remains cool to him for the last several days, and he is not sure what he did. He thought requesting a petition to Opaque and taking the blood test would ease tensions but not so.

He initiates the call. A voice answers, and he says, "Get back to me on an encrypted line," and hangs up. A few moments later, the communicator buzzes, and he glances at the caller ID and responds, "Hello, Mika?"

"Yes?"

"Did the download happen?"

"We think so."

"What do you mean you think so?"

"Well, we got something on all three mobile computers, and we hid them as planned. The sizes of the files are about what we expected, but other priorities get preference now. We'll analyze them as soon as possible. Are these copies of the data or are they the originals?"

"They're the masters and no traces were left on the CDC."

"Good," says Mika with a sigh of relief.

"The first group downloaded is not part of the engineering information. They're some obsolete pre Great War records and are untouched for ten millennia or more. They're my personal conveyance. Please copy them to a storage chip for me, and I'll make arrangements to get them from you."

"What do you mean they're private files? This is such a high-priority project—you didn't—please tell me you're joking, and you didn't use critical time and resources to satisfy your curiosity." Mika is irate.

"Well, I did—I stuck my neck way out for the cause and took some major risks to make the project successful. The ancient files may prove valuable later. Now, get off my ass. I'm going to be out of touch for the next five days. Did any of you find out about Rue?"

"No." The tart answer comes. "I need to go." He hangs up with abruptness.

_Huh—that went well._ Such a strong a disapproval by The Conversant and The Commission he did not consider.

Relo dials again...Jaan answers. "Did she contact anyone yet?"

"Not I'm aware of."

"Do you have the blood test results on Kanzz?"

"Yes. There's no trace of the gene. I'm surprised. He has so many Annunaki characteristics. I didn't believe he could make the cut, so I had them done twice to be sure. I must conclude he's a throwback. We'll consider the request within the next few days. Are you sure you want to sponsor him?"

He pauses as he reconsiders. "Yes—"

"Yes—I too doubted he would pass.

"Okay, we'll proceed with the documentation."

"Please—inform me if anyone finds Rue." Relo's voice fills with anxiety.

"Will do—I'll advise you when a ballot on the petition is scheduled. Be safe—"

He opens the door and walks back into the room with Jadan. "I can give you good news and some not so pleasant. She didn't contact anyone—the good is you passed the blood test. They should vote on your application within the next few days."

"Excellent I passed the test—but not good about Rue. What're your personal thoughts about where she is?"

"She's a strong girl. I'll be surprised if she ran. I can't imagine what happened between the two of you, but she let her defenses down, and now she senses betrayal. I suspect Kia Nuggen's a factor. You must hold powerful emotions for her, and I think she's overwhelmed with jealousy. Kia's an Annunaki Blood and her family's high ranking. She doesn't understand why you chose to align yourself with such people."

"I still don't comprehend how they play into this."

"Subsequent to your acceptance into Opaque, you will—I promise—you will."

Relo is convinced The Conversant will accept Jadan at once, and he can then answer many of the questions weighing heavy on his mind.

"We need to get out of here and go back to Kraymer's."

"Can I make a quick call before we leave?"

"Who're you going to contact?"

"Personal—" He grins as he walks into the kitchenette and closes the door.

DR. KIZZIAH JAYNE'S OFFICE

Kizzie is at her desk reviewing the papers spread out on the surface. They are the results from the tests on the ancient documents at the Abydos Museum. She presses the button on her intercom and says to her assistant, "Ask Mr. Eas if he can join me right away."

Soon, still studying the information, she detects a knock at her door. She glances up. "Come in and take a seat. I received the results from the samples you and Boze gave me. You'll find this interesting."

Bannon pulls a chair up to her desk, in front of her, and stares into her eyes.

"Your supposition is correct. Some components in the ink and document material are foreign to  Nibiru. Both contain a number of elements not included in our periodic table. Some of them are causing problems with our dating techniques, but my scientists are convinced the ancient exhibits are more than one hundred and fifty thousand years old. The estimate is a minimum—they might be much older." She studies his face with intensity as she continues. "I'm planning to write a scientific thesis on the results for submission to the Academy of Sciences for publication. My opinion is the writings are from some other world, and I plan to give you credit for sparking my awareness of the subject."

"He and I are grateful. You used your influence to get reputable scientific tests performed. I'm pleased you're going to submit a paper. Perhaps more interests will precipitate interest in the archaeological community to put a higher priority on translation of the documents' contents. I must ask you for a favor. Please don't use my name in connection your presentation," Bannon says.

She is surprised Eas wants no credit for the findings. _What does he fear?_ "Why?" she asks.

"Two men came to my home and insisted I join them outside. They suggested I abandon the 'asinine' extraterrestrial origin's theory. They said my wife, and children will stay much healthier if I do. They didn't say what they'd do if I refuse, but I concluded the consequences would be unpleasant. I don't understand why knowledge about the approaching planet and the ancient writings are reasons for such bullying. The planet's approach is going to continue regardless, and I want, with desperation, to learn what the documents say, but as a spectator. Boze will become my proxy on the texts, but I'm afraid he'll be visited soon. Doctor, why's the truth so hard for some people?"

Kizzie is at a loss for words. She begins to wonder if she is safe writing a paper on the subject. Every day, her life becomes more complicated and frightening.

MINISTRY OF LAW AND ORDER

Rogg Jasen is in his office having his morning Kava. A tapping at his door gets his attention, and he glances up at his assistant awaiting an invitation to enter. "Come on in—" he says, "what can I do for you?"

"Commander, a lady called to say her husband's been gone for two days, and I informed her an adult must be absent for at least ten before acceptance of a Missing Person Report. To say she is upset is an understatement. She was crying, with agony, when she got off. From what she told me I believe foul play is involved, and I think you're going to want to follow up." The assistant gives Jasen the note with a name and number.

He takes the document and glancing up at her, he smiles and says, "Thank you." She leaves, and he studies the name on the paper. _Teska Kahnn—Teska Kahnn, who's Teska Kahnn?_ Rogg punches the digits into his communicator and presses the speaker button. He waits for an answer as he leans back in his chair and puts his crossed feet on the slide-out wing of the desk.

A teary voice says, "Hello."

"Ma'am, I'm Commander Jasen at the Ministry of Law and Order. Are you Teska Kahnn?"

"Yes." She fights back more tears.

"Why don't you tell me about your missing husband? Be sure to include everything you told my assistant. What's his name?"

"Betta is his name."

"Is he the Betta Kahnn, who reports to Masta Bhril?"

"Yes."

"Perhaps he sent him off on a sensitive assignment."

"No, sir, he contacted me at 1600 and said he was walking out of his office on his way to the train. Twenty minutes later, he called from the MagnaTranz platform and said, 'The train is running fifteen behind schedule. Put a bottle of Vino on ice to chill. We can sip a glass and relax in front of the fireplace before dinner."

"He never arrived home. I reached out to Bhril in the evening, and he assured me didn't communicate with him. In horror, I turned on The Broadcast News fearing another train wreck. I talked to all our friends and all his work associates with whom I'm acquainted. No one met or spoke to him." Teska cries with softness.

"I'm sure this'll be difficult, but I must ask. Did your husband engage in an affair?" A lengthy silence, he detects sobbing, and reemphasizes the need to understand the circumstances. "Ma'am, you must respond my question. The Articles require you to give me an honest answer."

"I'm not sure, but I harbored a suspicion for quite some time."

"Based on what?"

"Must I go into the details?"

"A condition of my doing anything before the ten-day requirement is up is I must understand all the particulars. Any investigation will be, off the record, for the next eight days," Rogg says with sympathy. His gut is telling him something is wrong.

Teska begins, going into minutiae for quite some time. "I think I told you everything."

"One more thing—with who do you suspect your husband is having an affair?"

A long pause follows, and she says, "Some information came to me implicating Connee Bhril."

"Masta Bhril's wife...?"

"Yes."

"Thank you. I'll review the matter, and if I establish a reasonable cause, I'll open the official investigation ahead of schedule. You will be notified if we locate your husband, good-bye." Jasen sits and studies his notes.

He evaluates what he is aware of, as more questions come to mind. Rueef Lorenz disappeared under mysterious circumstances, and Betta was next. Rogg takes his communicator and presses an instant dial cipher. The code provides an encrypted connection. Soon, an answer comes.

"Hello."

"Did Rue check in?"

"Not a thing yet—"

"Damn—I need to ask you a couple of questions. Is she acquainted with Kahnn on a personal level?"

"Not I'm aware. Why?" Kaamren asks.

"He disappeared over two days ago, and a common denominator exists. Both worked for Masta Bhril at the time they vanished. I realize she wasn't a direct report to him, but she became part of his task force. At this point, he's the single connection I can make. Please inform the network to keep me updated with anything they learn."

MANY DAYS LATER

Spring arrives in the northern hemisphere. Kahnn and Rue remain missing. Marshon dissolves his team and refuses to go back to The Dome. The university replaces him as Director of the School of Computer and Data Processing.

Implicated in the disappearance of the two, Bhril is under investigation.

Opaque accepted Jadan, but controversy prevents inviting him into The Conversant. His relationship with Kia fuels the debate.

She is getting increasing pressure from Gramps to stop seeing him and start dating a man he picked for her. The stress is causing a strain on her bond with him, and he is still torn and troubled about the disappearance of Rue.

Bannon Eas and Boze translated about two percent of the mysterious ancient text. To date, Kizzie procrastinates about submitting the scientific paper to The Academy of Science.

Scientists confirm a rogue planet continues to move toward Nibiru, but the government quashes the information and threatens prison to anyone leaking the details.

The waal-baal season ends and the playoffs begin in seven days. Kia is in the running, and The Broadcast interviews her regularly. They dubbed her as the Miracle Kid, and the pressure makes her testy.

### CHAPTER 11

Search for Rue

JADAN'S APARTMENT

She and Jadan concluded a one-hour conversation. She made the waal-baal finals, and her practice schedule compounds the problem. Numerous appearances on The Broadcast Sports are time consuming. A regular guest on the news, and several talk shows she dislikes the attention. People hound her for interviews, autographs, and pictures.

Jadan kicks back in his favorite chair and puts his feet on the ottoman. His thoughts switch to Rue. She stays in the back of his mind haunting him for his insensitivity. _I wish I could turn back the clock to the day_. He begins to rehash the possibilities of her disappearance, but a gentle tapping coming from his door breaks his concentration. He goes to answer and touches the screen. Relo is standing in the hall. "Come in my friend."

He puts his finger in front of his lips signaling Jadan. They walk in silence into the apartment, and he pulls a gadget from his backpack and points toward a table. He pushes a button, and a green light appears. "Okay," he says. "We can talk now."

"About what?" he asks pointing at the unfamiliar appliance.

"This is an updated version of Rue's jamming tool. I am not sure, if your apartment's bugged or not—why take chances. He pulls another electronic mechanism from the backpack. "Let's sweep the apartment and determine if someone's put a listening apparatus in here." A few minutes later, a light begins to flash on the appliance, and more bars show on the screen The tiny bulb glows a steady red when pointed at a table. Relo tips the lamp and attached to the bottom, is a small object. He points the 'Bug Detector' and pushes another button. A sizzling electrical sound comes from the piece of equipment, and the light goes out.

A thorough scan is completed, and no other apparatuses activate the detector." Relo grins and puts the bug zapper on a table near the center of the room. "Oh yes, this is yours, and I'll explain its operation before I leave."

Jadan walks over to the lamp, flips it, and stands looking at the charred mechanism on the bottom in disbelief. "Is any place on the planet safe from these things?"

"In reality—no," Relo says. "I bring some good news. We built a consensus and called for a vote to allow you into The Conversant. You accept the terms and conditions of membership, and you'll be initiated along with several others, day-after tomorrow."

"Is this the faction you and Rue alluded to before she disappeared? This is the group with the secrets?"

"Yes, but I came to go over the preliminaries with you now. Can you spare a few hours?"

"Yes."

"Turn off all communicators, and if anyone comes to the door, don't answer. I want your undivided attention—okay?"

"I agree."

"I'm going to give you an overview of the document you must sign before I can continue. Listen with care—what I'm telling you is important."

He nods his understanding and agreement.

"I'm going to ask you to pledge your unwavering conformity. If necessary, you'll give your life before divulging the existence of The Conversant, the names of its members, its charter, or any of the affairs of the brotherhood. Do you understand?"

Jadan gets a chill and a knot in his stomach. A life-or-death pledge—is he ready for such a drastic action? He nods after several minutes of consideration.

Relo continues with the terms and conditions of acceptance into the Order. At the conclusion he asks, "Do you agree, without prejudice or reservation, to the rules of membership?" His raised eyebrow indicates compromise is not acceptable.

This is my first time to sign a life-or-death agreement. This is frightening.

"Okay." He hands Jadan a small computer with the document on the screen. "Read and if you agree, scan your PIC over the light in the upper-right corner and place your left thumb print on the upper left. With that, you'll mark your conformity. The data transfers at once to The Conversant Headquarters in the Hell Zone."

Jadan takes his time and reads the document with care. He sweeps his PIC as directed and gets an error saying, 'PLEASE RESCAN.' He does as instructed and 'SCAN ACCEPTED' displays. He places his left thumbprint on the upper left, and a note pops up 'ONE MOMENT WHILE THE DATA IS TRANSMITTED.' Moments later, another message appears reading 'YOUR TRANSMISSION WAS COMPLETED, THANK YOU.'

"Suppose I violate the agreement, what happens?"

"You don't want to find out. Trust me." The seriousness in Relo's tone tightens the knot in Jadan's stomach. "Let's get started. Some of what I'll tell you—you already are aware, but I must follow a format.

Two races or classes of people share Nibiru, the Annunaki and the rest of us. They possess a unique genetic marker identifying them, and the gene and others contribute to the unrivalled appearance and intellect of pureblooded designated the 'Bloods.' They make up between five to ten percent of the total population. Those of us without the genome are Commonuers, and of course, the Blendeds—part of each race.

Within the Blendeds, the marker shows up in some but not all, becoming weaker with each blending and as a rule disappearing after the fourth. They accept those with the genetics, but deemed inferior. They can't reach the higher echelons of their society. Of course, the blended Annunaki aren't told." Relo pauses for a breath. He evaluates the expression on Jadan's face.

"Bloods include blond, almost white hair—they possess strong leadership skills and want to be in command. A lot of friction within the class as you might expect.

Ten levels make up their society, and all except one is restricted to a defined number of persons. An opening occurs, and they select the replacement from the next down. Each higher rank has fewer members, but all individuals born with the genetic marker receive a status of one. The Bloods alone can advance past five. Questions?

Jadan shakes his head.

"A secret society within the Annunaki is designated as the NEX, and one must be a Blood to be inducted. Furthermore, none but a level ten Annunaki is admitted to the NEX, but attainment of level ten doesn't guarantee induction. One hundred one members at level ten are also in the NEX. Each gets an equal vote. A Chair and a Co-chair preside over the affairs of the society, and the leadership is re-elected on scheduled intervals." He evaluates Jadan's expressions.

"The Annunaki controls the government and all phases of the day-to-day life of the inhabitants of Nibiru, and the NEX rules the Annunaki. Is Kava made?"

"No, but I could use some." He goes to the kitchenette, and while he is gone, Relo takes the opportunity to go to the restroom.

They return, and Jadan asks, "NEX stands for what?"

"NEX is short for Nababbo Eccezionale Xanthochroid. A rough translation means the secret order of powerful and ultra wealthy men, from the royal class having fair skin, blond hair, and blue eyes. I think you can now understand why they're called NEX.

THE ISOLATED PART OF THE DOME

Soon after meeting Renny, Kahnn realizes the difficulty of escaping. The bodies in the cell present another challenge. They will execute him if they learn what he did, but he understands he cannot escape alone. He will need an accomplice. From different backgrounds, he likes him instantly. He respects his 'HERE I AM, TAKE IT, OR LEAVE IT' mannerism. The others at the table go away. They talk for more than an hour until an individual with triangular insignias on his collar, and shiny boots tell them to go.

"We need to find you a place to sleep." They depart the dining area, and he leads him to the stairwell. They descend two levels and enter a dim and dingy corridor. He takes Betta into a tiny room with two sets of bunk beds. "The one over on top is empty. Why don't you stay here until they assign you?"

"Okay, but where's the restroom?"

"Down the hall—the second door on the left."

Kahnn walks in about two meters and stops. The odor is disgusting. A long trough along one wall serves as the urinal. Five stalls line the other. One retains a door, and few dividers remain. Through an open door at the opposite end, he glances at the showers. Ten showerheads adorn two walls of one large room. _So much for our modesty_.

The mattress on the top bunk is filthy and stinks of old sweat and dirty feet. No covers are on the bed, but Renny loans Kahnn use one of his sheets. He uses the clothes bag as a pillow and lies in the dark in full dress to stay warm. His mind begins to replay what happened to him. His immediate needs consist of disposal of the bodies and hide the men's PICs and bracelets. He requires help—can he rely on Renny? He realizes he must take a chance.

The next morning at breakfast, they sit alone at a table in a far corner. The food and beverages, are bland but hot, and must suffice. In the chill of the morning, anything warm will do. They finish their meal and stay drinking a generic substitute for Kava, and Betta decides to confide in him. "Thanks for sharing your sheet with me last evening to cover the filthy mattress"

"Yeah—you're welcome. Everyone assigned to the room takes the cleanest one available. You got the one no one else wanted."

"Renny, I need to tell you some things, but you must promise me you'll not tell anyone. You tell, and I'll die." He continues as he evaluates the expression on Renny's face.

"My name's not Zeta—I am Betta—Betta Kahnn."

"Yeah, I recognize you," he says, his face expressionless. "I attended when you gave a speech at the university."

"You didn't let on—why?"

"A man of your standing gets thrown into this place, means you pissed someone off in high places, and I like your style. You and I share a common problem, goal, and similar fate. Tell me, how'd you get here?"

A distinctive difference exists between the two. Betta is slightly less than two meters tall, muscular build, with brunette hair cut short, and his piercing hazel eyes are unique. His university degree and intellect stand out. By comparison, Renny is slender, with brown hair and blond streaks, and green eyes. His long hair he ties in a ponytail, and the stubble on his face reflects about two week's growth. He is about six centimeters taller than Kahnn. His lack of formal education is offset by an abundance of cunning and common sense.

"I got kidnapped on the MagnaTranz on my way home from my office. Two thugs brought me here blindfolded. They had me in a cell on the fourth level interrogating me, but I didn't cooperate, and they applied high-voltage electric shocks." He pulls up his shirt and shows Renny one of the burns. The skin is peeled away from the blister showing a large irritated red sore with the early signs of infection.

"Damn, we gotta get you some medicine and sterile bandages on the raw patch. You stay in the room, and I'll scrounge up the supplies."

"Wait." Kahnn motions for him to sit, and he complies.

"The wounds are the least of my concerns. I killed the two thugs, which brought me here."

"Terrific..." he says, his excitement causes him to get too loud. Several people at nearby tables twist to listen. He glances at them with a sheepish grin and says,"...'scuse me. I didn't mean to get so noisy."

The others turn away, and he asks, "How'd you kill them?"

"I electrocuted them," Kahnn whispers, as though the walls are listening.

"Hee—hee—hee. I can visualize the bastards frying." The expression on his face turns cold and evil clouds his eyes. "The bodies are where?"

"They're still in the interrogation cell. I need assistance disposing of them. Will you help me?"

"Follow me."

They get up and leave the dining area. He struggles to keep up as Renny strolls down the corridor—his long legs taking huge steps. He hits the staircase in a run. Kahnn, carrying the bag of clothing and boots, is out of breath when they reach the third level. He continues his long strides down the corridor, stops at a set of double metal doors, and fumbles with an assortment of keys. He selects and inserts one into the lock. He opens one, steps inside running his hand along the dark wall until he finds the switch, and flips the light on as Kahnn walks in. The room, filled with steel barrels each with various notations painted on them. One attracts Renny. He takes an empty fluorescent yellow barrel with 'TOXIC WASTE' stenciled in large black letters on an orange background. He checks to make sure the lid is loose. Next, he grabs a hand truck and picks up the drum. "Make the two straps tight. We can't allow nasty to fall off."

Renny leaves the room with the container on the dolly, snatches a wrench from the wall near the door, and strolls into the hallway. The cask and the hand truck do not slow him down. He enters the corridor with the same long strides. Halfway down the passageway he stops at a set of unmarked sliding doors. He presses six digits into the dirty keypad, and they open with a sluggish yawn. Renny rolls the equipment into the freight elevator. They close as he pushes the button for the fourth floor. He steps to the side out of Kahnn's way. "Lead the way, Captain."

He peers up and down the hallway. With no one in sight, he hurries to the cell and unlocks the door. The stench of burning flesh rushes out to meet them. They hurry inside, close, and lock the door, and Kahnn puts the keys in his pocket.

"Don't tell me they interrogated you in their underwear?" Renny laughs.

"No, I hid their clothes in a room down the hall. I secured them in a top locker with a mechanical combination lock. Their PICS and security bracelets are in this sack."

"Not good..." Worry wrinkles his face. "We'll need to hide the PICs and bracelets somewhere their signals can't be read. Get the bag and let's go to the room where you found the clothes you're wearing." He parks the drum beside the bodies, and they hurry down the corridor to the room. They enter, and Kahnn locks the door.

"The uniforms you brought here reek of burned flesh. We'll need to put them in with the corpses. Renny's eyes scan the room. In one corner, he spots a large metal urn. "Wrap the PICs and bracelets in cloth and place them in here"

"Are you sure the device will shield them?"

"Of course, I'm sure. The jug transports radioactive waste. This one is unused, or the surface would be covered with warning stickers."

"Won't they miss the vessel?"

"You worry too much, Kahnn." He takes a bold marking pen and writes 'DEFECTIVE-DO NOT USE' on the container. "Which locker conceals the stinky clothes?"

"The one up top, the combination to the lock's code is a mystery. I don't understand how we're going to get the lock open."

"Don't fret," he says with a chuckle. "Hand me the ladder." Moments later, He climbs up and puts his ear to the cubbyhole. "Cheap locks keep out honest people. For professionals, they present no challenge." Several spins of the dial and the door opens. They take the clothes and go back to the cell.

Inside, with the door locked, Betta asks, "Now what do we do, Chief?"

"Let's get these bodies and malodorous uniforms into the barrel." Renny rolls over the body of deep-voice and says, "I'm familiar with this guy. He's one bad dude...good riddance." He dumps the body headfirst into the drum and arranges it in the fetal position on its side. He climbs over into the barrel and starts jumping up and down. "Packing a little dung," he says in a joking manner. "The other one should now fit with ease, so put the stinking clothes in first." They place the second body inside. Renny puts the lid on and climbs on top. He jumps up and down until the top seats. "Alright, secure the locking clamp and use the wrench to pull down tight and seal."

He brushes his hands as he springs off. "We did a professional job, Mr. Kahnn. Let's dispose of some waste." He reattaches the barrel to the hand truck, and goes toward the door. "Make sure no one's in the hallway."

He opens the door a little and listens. No sound detected he peeks around the doorframe in both directions. "All clear..." he says. They hurry down the corridor to the freight elevator. Inside, he punches the button for the second floor. "Gotta stop and complete a Toxic Waste Manifest." The lift stops, and he rolls the hand truck into the hallway by the elevator. "Stay here while I do the paperwork." He disappears, leaving an uneasy accomplice to guard the bodies.

Stressed he stands in the hallway waiting for him to return. He spots someone approaching and soon realizes the man is not Renny. The man gets closer, and Betta recognizes the glossy boots and the triangle-shaped insignias on his collar. The urge to run is almost overwhelming, but he struggles to appear nonchalant. The man comes nearer and begins to sniff the air.

"You're hauling some stinking stuff. Are you sure the lid is sealed?"

"Yes, sir. I got some of the splatter on me when we filled the drum."

"Oh," the man says and starts to walk away.

Kahnn's heart is pounding, but he is relieved.

The man stops, turns, and comes back. "Show me the Toxic Waste Definition Stickers and the Manifest?"

"My sidekick's gone to get them now." Kahnn is nauseous.

"You aren't supposed to move the drum until you display the decals and manifest and them displayed per regulations. What is in the barrel?"

"A couple charred bodies," he says in a tone of defiance.

"Don't get arrogant with me, or I'll bust your arse. Show me your ID card."

"Does a crisis exist here?" He walks up from behind holding the required paperwork in his hand. "Do I detect a problem?" he repeats.

"Your helper is a smart ass. You need to teach him some manners."

"I understand. Excuse me, but I must get this drum down to disposal right away." The man stands and stares as Renny puts the requirements on the barrel and attaches the Toxic Waste Manifest, according to regulations. With the documentation applied, he wheels the drum back into the elevator, with Kahnn in tow. On the lift with the door closed, he asks, "What did you tell smart arse the barrel contains?"

"A couple charred bodies—" He displays a crafty grin.

"You didn't?"

"Yes, I did." A few moments of silence passes before both burst out in hysterical laughter.

The elevator stops, and the men push the drum out. They continue down the corridor and come to a desk in the middle of the hall. He hands the man a copy of the Toxic Waste Manifest.

The man scans the paperwork and motions for them to go on. Soon they stop at a door a little larger than the drum. Renny pushes a button on the wall, and the door opens. The rush of heat takes Kahnn's breath. Betta stands and gazes as he releases the straps and dumps the barrel through the opening and closes the door. "Well, that's taken care of. Let's take the hand truck back and go to the dining room and take a break."

"The drum..."

"Into a three thousand degree furnace...by now your friends are nothing more than a few ashes in the filtration system. The molten metal is reclaimed and recycled."

CHANCELLOR JERKA'S OFFICE

"Director Joanz's here as you requested. Shall I make some Kava?" His assistant is standing at his open door.

"Yes, thank you, and send him in," he says.

He enters the room. Jerka says in an uncivilized tone, "Close the door. I displayed tolerance, but my patience's running low. Did your men learn anything from Kahnn?"

"We can't find the men who abducted him. The Locator System can't find their PICs. The logs show they entered The Inner Dome with a secret prisoner and hours later they disappeared without a trace."

"Was the prisoner—Kahnn?" Jerka asks.

"Yes, sir. We can't find him at The Inner Dome either. He arrived under an alias. His PIC never showed up. The men planned to remove his once inside and turn in the chip. They didn't follow through. We didn't receive confirmation of the PIC extraction."

"Tell me what you're doing to find out?" the chancellor demands. He can tell from the long pause and expression on Director Joanz's face nothing of consequence is happening.

"We're sure my men took him to The Inner Dome, with no way he can get out. The one entry point is all, as you are aware, and they staff the checkpoints around the clock with visual scanners as well as bracelet and PIC readers. Kahnn may try to get through the gate, but we'll capture him. Having him incarcerated should be enough."

"No—No—No. Being in the Inner Dome is not enough. Your men planned to extract certain information, and I want the info. Do you understand?" Jerka's anger erupts.

"Yes, sir, you're quite clear."

"I thought I made myself understandable before, but without doubt I failed. Get out of my sight, and find him."

He walks out and back to the Ministry of Law and Order. The operation with Kahnn is covert, and Rogg Jasen isn't aware of the plan, but he is going to need his support. In a panic, he rushes into his office. He glances up and at once detects the terror on the director's face.

His voice reverberates as he speaks, "I had oversight of a clandestine operation, and things got out of control. I need your help."

"Another clandestine mission you started without my participation. The chancellor must be on a tear. Now what?" he asks.

"A couple of our operatives disappeared with a political captive."

"Who's the prisoner?"

"Betta Kahnn—"

"Betta Kahnn—" Jasen interrupts. "You took him into custody in a secret sting and kept the fact concealed from me? Are you aware his wife is offering a sizeable reward for his return or proof of death? I can't believe you participated in abducting such a high profile individual and didn't use legal channels. I suppose you're going to tell me he is a spy or something. Tell me the accusations."

"Well—in reality, reality no formal charges are defined. The chancellor pressured me."

"I don't want any part of your illegal operation. You made this mess so you can—"

Joanz interrupts. "I understand the maneuver is wrong, but I need your help finding him if Kahnn's still alive."

"Suppose I find him. What do you plan to do with him? Are you going to turn him over to the chancellor and his thugs without a trial?" A lengthy silence prevails, and he turns to Joanz and says, "I will not get pulled into one of the chancellor's illegal power plays."

"I'm giving you a direct order, Commander. I expect your full cooperation."

"I'll tell you what...you give me the command in writing, and I'll comply."

The director stands, glaring at him. He grits his teeth, wheels around, and storms out.

An hour later, Joanz calls Jasen to his office. "Read this and sign on the line at the bottom." He presents him with a written reprimand for insubordination. The muscular security guard standing beside him provides him comfort.

JADAN'S APARTMENT

"Are you telling me all areas of our lives are managed and manipulated? How can they accomplish such a feat?"

"You'll understand the truth as you study the evidence. The majority of the population is quite happy with the arrangement. They're complacent as long as they get adequate food, shelter, clothing, and a few luxury items. Nonetheless, a growing number of people recognize the abuse of the government. Tariffs are becoming unbearable. Let me ask this way—why should five percent of the population control over ninety-five percent of the wealth, while the five-percent pay less than three percent of the levies?" Relo pauses to evaluate the expression on Jadan's face.

"They shouldn't, but I can't discriminate the evidence. Everywhere I go, everyone appears to be equal."

"Of course, you can't—you're not intended to. Here, let me show you this." He presses a few keys on his portable computer. A file starts to play. In the distance, an enormous house comes into view. "The house is two hundred meters across the front. The outer walls, constructed of beige stones cut into a variety of large rectangular shapes and sizes...

The video, shot across a beautiful valley full of lush green, highlights a huge stream fed lake. The massive mansion sets atop a mountain with more of the range visible in the background. The special event is Milda Jerka's birth celebration and the unique eclipses. Off to the right is a parking area with more than twenty AeroBuses of various sizes, shapes, and colors. More are arriving. The driver gets out and helps the occupants to the entrance of the mansion, after which they park with the rest and stay in the vehicles. The arrivals continue until about one hundred fill the parking area.

The elites of the NEX are in attendance..."

"One reason I had so much difficulty getting you into The Conversant is Kia. They believe your infatuation with her makes you vulnerable and a security risk. Raefell Nuggen will never allow her to unify with a Commonuer. With what we are aware, going against the Annunaki hierarchy or the NEX usually means death. Do you understand why we need to learn all we can about them?"

GRAMPS' APARTMENT

Gramps is sitting at his computer scanning the network. He is doing research in the genetics database trying to determine who Jadan's real father is. He spent many hours, but so far, success eludes him. He hopes a complete revelation of his history, including his genetic makeup, will cause Kia to lose interest.

The Broadcast is playing at low volume in the background and catches his attention.

"Good day ladies and gentlemen. You're all aware the waal-baal season's ending. The first round of playoffs will begin tomorrow afternoon and lasts into the evening." The commentator continues. "You'll recall, this reporter told you quite some time ago to keep an eye on an up-and-coming young lady by the name of Kia Nuggen. Well, fans, in the first set, she will enter the court matched against two veterans of many playoffs. I'm anxious to witness how skillful she is against them. She played neither during the regular season. We're happy to present you with a special treat. She is in the studio with us for a live interview. Will you join me in welcoming the beautiful and talented Kia Nuggen?" The commentator stands and begins applauding as she walks across the stage to the desk. The audience applauds and cheers with vigor. "Later in the show, we'll open the lines and let some of you talk to her in person."

Kia's face is burning. Her nerves are on the edge, as she enters.

Gramps reaches for the remote control and turns up the volume. He also hits the record button. He recorded all of her appearances. _Someday, my great-grandchildren will enjoy witnessing their mother in her moments of glory._

"Kia, tell our live audience what you think about so much media attention. Every time I turn on the Tello you're featured." The commentator slides a microphone toward her.

"Well—I'm honored to be here. I must admit—all the attention's a bit unnerving. I'd much rather be on the court competing." She is brief and to the point.

A knock at the door breaks Gramps' concentration, and he turns up the volume as he goes to the door. He stares at the screen and recognizes her standing in the hall. He opens the door and embraces her with a big hug. "Hurry inside," he says, his excitement evident, "My granddaughter is on the Tello."

On their way in, he asks, "How can you be here and on a live, real time sports cast on The Broadcast at the same time?"

"Come on, you're aware everything on the programs is scripted and prerecorded. I read my lines from cue cards. The audience's calls included cameramen and secretaries at the station." Disillusionment is in her voice.

"The whole thing's a lot of hype. We recorded the show this morning, and now you and I can witness me live on the Tello. I don't want to do any more of these shows, but Coach won't accept no as an answer," she says. "With all the publicity, we can earn serious script points with endorsements, since we made the finals. I want the competition over." Fatigue is evident in her voice.

"Did Klyn Joanz call you? He's Director Joanz's nephew."

"Yes, he called," says Kia in a jaded tone. "He wants to take me to dinner and a stage play."

"Good—what'd you tell him?"

### CHAPTER 12

The Escape Plan

"I told him now isn't a good time. My practice schedule, the playoffs, and school work occupy most of my time." She notes the displeasure on Gramps's face.

"Are you finding time for Jadan Kanzz?" He is sarcastic and demanding.

"No, I'm not," Kia says as she gives him a 'mind your own business' stare. "If I'm able to find the time, I will. He's upset all we can find's a few minutes on the communicator on occasion. I didn't come here for this. I came because I need more help with my Micro Mathematics."

"Okay, but first, let me tell you what I learned about Klyn Joanz—"

"Gramps, I'm acquainted with him. I attend classes with him, and for an Annunaki, he's not too bright. In fact, he's near the bottom in scholastic standing. Furthermore, if you put a woman's dress on him...he's effeminate. Every boy in class, and half the girls, I might add, intimidate him. He can't fight his way out of a wet paper sack. Do you want someone with those characteristics to be the father of your great-grandchildren?"

"He may not be a star athlete, but he possesses good blood. His parents and the rest of his family are in the right circles—"

"Tell me about the right circles."

"Those with authority and influence—"

"Gramps—isn't love important?"

"Well—love's not the most significant priority by far.

"Define the things more essential?"

"Unifying with a good, uuh—pure bloodline is number one. Two is to unify into a family with wealth, power, and influence. Third—"

"Did you feel affection for Gramma?"

"Well, I learned to be devoted to her as time passed, but—" Gramps stops.

The expression on Kia's face and squinted eyes is sending a strong message.

"Are you going to help me with my math or not?" _No wonder my parents don't like each other and never want to be together. They conformed to 'right' in Gramps' eyes. His son unified with a 'Blood' from a family in the upper echelons._

"Your father married well. Your mother is a fine woman...too bad her relatives turned out to be such jerks. Your father didn't measure up to their expectations before the wedding, and he hasn't met their guidelines since."

"Are we going to get to the review, or am I going to find someone at the library to help me?"

THE INNER DOME

"Come on Betta, something is going on. We are to report back to our workstations tomorrow morning." Renny shakes Kahnn trying to rouse him from a deep sleep.

He opens his eyes and sits up on the bunk. "Did you lose your mind? Why are you babbling so?"

"I don't understand what happened, but we were told in a mandatory meeting a few minutes ago production would start again tomorrow morning—whatever the message means. Someone said the powers are bringing a bunch of engineers out here. They're to design on site, and we'll build as they do. The plan s sounds like a recipe for disaster."

Security at The Inner Dome is simple. One entrance to the facility and once inside is the single way out. Three sequential checkpoints lead in and the same leaving. The belief is no one can escape through all the exit points. Precautions within the surroundings are loose. They remove the inmates' PICs when they arrive. They are dead as far as the outside world is concerned. They receive a temporary tracking bracelet to get them into the controlled area. A signal kills the chip when they pass through the final checkpoint rendering the device inert and worthless. However, some detainees wear them as a form of jewelry and a reminder.

Employees of the locale hold permanent identification bracelets matched to their PICs.

"You now become someone else. One of the inmates died last night from a massive stroke. The body will go out with today's toxic waste. You'll assume his identity and work assignment," Renny says with fervor.

"Your plan sounds too complicated. Now is the time to break out of here. Are you ready to go?"

A stunned gaze appears on Renny's face. "How do you suggest we accomplish such a feat?"

"Simple—we will walk out at shift change."

"Did you lose your mind?"

"No—here's how the escape will work. You'll finish dinner and meet me in the fourth-floor equipment room where I hid the two thug's clothing. We're paid employees of The Inner Dome. I found uniforms, boots, and insignias hidden away up stairs. The insertion is going to hurt like hell, but we're going to put the thugs' PICs into our arms and wear their armlets. Shift change is when we're going to walk out with the rest of the staff."

"The tactic is jus' crazy enough to work," Renny says with a chuckle.

"A potential problem exists. Perhaps the electricity damaged the personal identification chips or security bracelets. If they stop either of us, the other's to wait. We'll act surprised if any of the devices fail. We'll ask the guard if we need to go back and get a signed pass from the shift supervisor. I'm betting they'll say no."

MINISTRY OF LAW AND ORDER

The commander returns to his office with his copy of the written reprimand, and he's furious. Rogg hurries past his assistant and slams the door when he enters. He sits in his chair staring at the document on his desk. _Insubordination—yes I am but when the director asked me to participate in an illegal manhunt to appease the supreme chancellor. They're holding Kahnn in The Inner Dome without charges. The Articles state, Formal accusations must be filed within the first forty-six hours of incarceration._ _If government officials can do this, what other unsavory things are they doing?_ He sits contemplating his next move.

He reaches for his communicator, dials, and waits for an answer. He fears his office might be bugged, so he places his hand over his mouth and whispers into the mouthpiece, "Urgent—Commission meeting—2100 at Alpha 13." He breaks the connection, sits back in his chair, and begins to run various scenarios through his mind. _Is he at The Inner Dome for real?_

He signals his assistant. "Locate the colonel for me. I want him to come to my office right away."

"Yes, sir—should I tell him why?"

"No."

Baanar and Jasen pride themselves for being friends since childhood. They attended Primmar, Academy, and Abydos University with each other. They were initiated into Opaque together. Leahn is a Conversant but not a member of The Commission. His rank and security clearance give him unlimited access to all parts of The Dome.

Jasen's intercom sounds. The assistant informs him the colonel will arrive in about fifteen minutes.

The commander devises a plan while waiting. He spends the available time refining the details. His printer hums and spits out a copy.

The device buzzes, and the voice says, "Baanar's here, sir."

"Send him in." Rogg gets up, walks toward his long-time friend, and extends his hand. "Good of you to come. I hope I didn't take you away from anything important."

"I am glad to be here too. You didn't pull me away from anything to vital to wait."

Jasen motions toward a chair. "Take a seat. Would you like something to drink?" He walks over, closes the door.

"Yes—Kava's fine."

"My assistant will bring in a fresh carafe soon. Are you acquainted with Betta Kahnn?"

"I have been around him a few times, but I can't say we're close. Why do you ask?"

"A pair of the chancellor's thugs kidnapped him with the knowledge of the director."

"What are the allegations? "No charges—an impulse of Jerka. I don't understand why, but he's done something to upset the 'king,' "Rogg says with bitter sarcasm.

"Did Joanz approve the operation?"

"Yes, but wait until you become aware of the rest of the story. The men took him to The Inner Dome. A few hours later, he and the two men vanished."

"You mean he escaped?"

"No, we reviewed the security tapes from the three checkpoints. He didn't escape—they disappeared. The chancellor believes Betta possesses some damaging information he wants. The two troopers were to coerce the facts from him by any means necessary, and afterwards...? We aren't sure what they were to do when they were finished with him."

"Wow."

"The director instructed me to send someone to The Inner Dome to find him. They took him into custody without charges, and I refused. The bastard gave me a written reprimand for insubordination."

"You must be kidding me. Do you want me to find him for the bum?"

"No—if he's still imprisoned, I want you to find him for me."

"You're not going to turn him over to Joanz are you?"

"Of course not—here's what I want you to do. Take this picture." He gets up and removes the copy from the printer. "Go to The Inner Dome, ask around, and try to determine if he's been spotted. I want to find out if he's incarcerated or not. Can you handle the task for me?"

"Sure I can. How soon do you need the info?"

"Any time during the remainder of the day will do fine," Jasen says with a chuckle.

A smile comes to Baanar's face. "You're serious, aren't you?"

"Never more so—"

EVENING SHIFT CHANGE AT THE INNER DOME

"Meet me upstairs in five minutes. The time to get out of here is now."

Apprehension shows on Renny's face, but he says, "Okay."

A faint tapping emanates from the door. He opens and peeks out. Renny scans up and down the hallway. Kahnn swings the door open, and he rushes in. He closes and locks it behind him. "Let's take things as they come." He walks to the urn and removes the PICs and security bracelets. "I dread this part." He takes the knife from his boot sterilizing the blade and PIC with a liquid disinfectant. He makes a small slit into the top of his left arm and forces the device into the incision, up under the skin, wipes away a few drops of blood, and puts a piece of flesh colored tape over the wound. He replaces his inert security bracelet with the one, which matches his new PIC.

"You're next." He glances and catches a grimace on his face.

"Get the deed done fast. Blood makes me faint." The tough guy turns pale.

Moments later, the task is finished and color is beginning to return to his face. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine—a weakness of mine."

They lay out the uniforms and attach the triangular insignias. Soon they are dressed and pulling on the glossy boots. "Make sure your 'gig line' is straight," Kahnn says.

The 'gig line' is the line formed between the front opening of a shirt with the belt buckle and the fly of the trousers.

They check each other and make a few last-minute adjustments to the uniforms. "Well, the award-winning performance begins now." Kahnn's voice emits a slight distortion belying his courage. "Wish us luck."

"Oh, by the way—tell me the plan when we get out of The Dome?"

"No plan—we'll take things as they come," he says, stepping into the hall.

Renny hurries along behind him.

"We'll stay on this level until we reach the stairs inside the first check point, minimizing the possibility of someone recognizing us and blowing our cover." His heart is pounding.

They descend to the first floor. Kahnn peers through the small glass in the door and detects a steady stream of employees leaving The Inner Dome. "Stay close," he says as they step out into the crowd. They blend in without interrupting anyone. The initial checkpoint and barriers force the swarm into a single file to pass the scanners. They walk through, and both get a green light. He overhears his new pal exhale a sigh of relief. Soon, they go by the second with no problem. The third and final examination is ahead, and the line slows. Security is spot checking credentials. Betta holds his breath as he makes his way past the scanner with his companion close behind. He gets a green light and steps aside. Stunned, he detects the buzzer.

"You—step over here." He listens to the guard tell Renny. "You have a problem with your identification bracelet. The reader can't get a signal." The voice is gruff and irritable.

Chills run rampant in Kahnn as he stops and turns around. He becomes nauseous.

"Do I need to go back and get a written pass from my supervisor?"

"Get your overseer to check the batteries. If they're good, he'll need to get you a new one before you can come through here," the gruff voice says.

Renny glances at Kahnn with a 'now what' expression. He walks up to the guard. "He's with me and I can vow for him. We work together."

"Your rational won't do. Without a functioning wrist band, he's not getting past my checkpoint—understood?"

Betta detects a hand gripping his shoulder. "Do we have a problem here?" the man asks.

"Yes, sir—his wristlet won't function, and this guy is trying to vouch for him."

"Okay, I'll handle this. You two come with me." He takes both by the arm and leads them to a waiting train. He shoves the two fugitives onto the MagnaTranz. The door closes, and they depart. He reaches behind his back and produces a set of hand restraints, and secures them to one another.

"Where are you taking us?"

"You'll understand. Now be silence."

Soon they clear The Dome. At the next stop, the man says, "This is our departure point—get off."

They are shackled together and do as told. On the platform, the man herds them to a secluded corner. "Are you Betta Kahnn?"

"Yes."

"Who's this?"

"He's a friend of mine."

The man takes his communicator and dials. Soon he says, "Send a transport to pick me up at the first MagnaTranz stop beyond The Dome. I'm holding two prisoners. Be quick."

The vehicle approaches and the colonel puts cloth hoods over their heads. "Don't touch these. I'll take them off when I'm ready—understood?"

They both nod.

SOMEWHERE OUTSIDE THE DOME

The AeroBus speeds away. Time appears to crawl for Kahnn, until the car stops. "Get out," the man says.

They exit, and two men lead them away. They stumble along and perceive a metal door open in front of them. They pass through, and the wrist constraints are removed. They listen to the door close and a key turning in the lock. "You can remove the hoods now."

They glance around. They find themselves in a three by four-meter cell, which consists of two stone walls, two of steel bars, a similar door, and no windows. In one corner, are a small metal sink and a matching commode. They glimpse around and realize they are alone. The men locked the door and left. They stare at each other with puzzled expressions.

"Where are we?"

"I'm fresh out of ideas—" His eyes examine the cell, and he stares at the toilet "Well, so much for modesty. I hope you aren't bashful," Kahnn says.

"I guess we didn't succeed."

"Appears you're right...what now I wonder? Will they send us back to The Inner Dome or will the punishment be something serious?"

Colonel Leahn Baanar goes to a quiet corner and dials his communicator. The answer is prompt and he says, "Call me back on an encrypted circuit." Moments later, the device sounds.

"Thanks for calling back so soon."

"Did you find him?" Jasen asks.

"Yes, I did, but you aren't going to believe this, but things didn't go according to plan. I took custody of him, and a partner in crime trying to escape. They are locked away at a safe haven."

ALPHA 13

"Who are we missing?" the commander asks.

"Everyone is here who can be. Now share the urgency," Kaamren says.

"I'm aware of where Betta Kahnn is this moment." He is grinning as he gives enough information to stimulate interest. "The chancellor wanted him kidnapped and taken to The Inner Dome for interrogation. We didn't get the details, but I sent Colonel Baanar to confirm the fact. He started to enter the secured area, when they attempted their escape. The chip in the bracelet of his companion quit working at the final checkpoint, and security detained him. He would've escaped if he kept going, but he stayed by his friend. The colonel walked up and took charge of the prisoners. They're locked up at a safe location as we speak."

"An amazing story," Kaamren says. "Why does Jerka want Kahnn?"

"We don't understand yet, but the director is an accomplice. I found out about the plot after he chastised Ravi Joanz for his incompetence, and he gave me a verbal order to find him. They abducted him without charges, and still no accusations exist. I refused, and the bastard gave me a written reproof for insubordination. We need a plan to get him before he gets me."

"You're right," he says. "You being in your position is invaluable. We'll think of something."

An hour of discussion later, Seth makes two suggestions. "Relo can hack into the CDC through a link we tapped into The Spider. He can delete all files pertaining to the written reprimand from the computers. In fact, he can replace the warning with a Letter of Commendation for outstanding performance and loyalty. Rogg, can you find where the other hard copies are filed?"

"Yes, and I can get to them."

"Good," Seth says. "I'll get Relo busy on the programming. Mika and his group will write and implement a worm to find the script account numbers of the director and the chancellor. The completed program will begin siphoning funds at a gradual rate, transferring them into the director's. The pace of transfer will increase over time. I don't think Jerka will be pleased with Joanz stealing from him. Do you think?"

Kaamren calls for a vote, and the ayes are unanimous. "Okay—what're we going to do with the prisoners? A suggestion would be appreciated, Commander?"

"Kahnn and his friend Renny think they're being held by Dome Security. I believe we should continue the charade and elicit what information we can get from them," he says. "We'll put them in separate cells in different cell blocks and interrogate them alone. I'm anxious to find out what happened to the two thugs who took him to The Inner Dome. Other than their PICs and bracelets, I find no traces of them. They're legitimate members of the security force, and they were part of the Joanz covert unit."

A quick voice vote gets Jasen the approval for his plan.

Kaamren asks, "Rogg, were you successful in acquiring membership in OFGRAT?"

The commander explains to a new attendee, "It is an acronym for the _Organization for Governmental Reform and Truth,_ which is a top secret society whose members pledge death before betrayal of the others or their objectives. Government response to political dissent is so severe all groups wanting transformation must operate in absolute secrecy. The organization consists, for the most part, of lower level Annunaki, victims of Supreme Chancellor Jerka's Integrity Party's abusive practices. He knows no bounds since winning the election. He bends The Articles and tramples on them.

OFGRAT existed prior to Jerka, but the desire for association exploded from the time when he came to power.

My request is under consideration. The written reprimand should go a long way toward acceptance." Rogg is confident he will get an invitation. "Did anyone find leads to Rueef Lorenz?"

"No," Several individuals say.

"I'm afraid she's become the victim of something evil. I'm unable to turn up a single lead since she disappeared. Evidence is nonexistent."

JADAN'S APARTMENT

Jadan played his guitet for the last hour, but now it is on his lap. He meditates about a variety of things. Relo shared too many things to digest. This can't be real—the Annunaki—the NEX—secret organizations—The Escapades. There's Gramps and her parents. Will they ever allow her to be in my life?

He dials Kia's number. The call goes straight to her message center. "Contact me—I miss you and want to be with you?"

He lays the instrument on the table in front of him and lies back on the sofa.

Rue is walking across campus toward her apartment. In the shadows, someone is following her. She unlocks the door, and as she steps inside, a large man wearing a full facemask places his foot against the bottom of the door. Hard as she tries, she can't overcome the blockage. The man pushes her out of the way, closes, and locks the door. She is standing in the middle of the room with a horrified expression on her face.

"You upset some powerful people—now is the time to pay." The man's eyes scan her from head to foot. "Take off the coat."

She removes and allows the garment to drop to the floor.

He grabs her and rips the blouse open, and buttons fly across the floor. Still holding her by the hair, he runs his hand down the back of her pants. She tries to scream, but the man muffles her voice with a kiss. He laughs as he picks her up and starts toward the bed. He slams her down and continues ripping off her clothing—

He jumps up from his deep sleep, overwhelmed with horror and anger. Huge drops of sweat are running down his face and into his eyes, causing them to sting. He grabs his communicator and dials Relo. He answers. "The hour is late, but may I come over?" The stress in Jadan's voice is perceptible.

"Of course, you can. Is something wrong?"

"I'll tell you when I arrive. I'll head over in about ten minutes."

He sits and considers the call. Jadan is stressed. Soon, a tapping comes from the door, and he lets him in.

"Thanks for letting me come over this late, but I need to talk to someone. Earlier tonight, I dreamed terrible things about Rue." Drops of perspiration form on his forehead. "I sense remorse we didn't do more to find her."

"We—do you mean you and me?"

"Well, me, for the most part. I bear guilt not doing more to find her."

"How much more can you do? Even the Ministry of Law and Order can't find her."

"Do you think they're dedicated to the search?"

"Commander Jasen is as good an investigator as is. The case is still active, but they can't find a single clue to indicate foul play. It appears Rue walked away. I don't believe she did, but it takes evidence to prove a crime exists."

"Tell me about the Opaque Sisters."

"To be a Sister one must be sponsored by a whole or half-brother who's in The Conversant."

"Can they be adopted?"

"No. They must be real or half brothers. Why do you ask...?"

"You told me Rue was an orphan, right?"

"Yes, I did..."

"Who's her brother?"

"Huh—she never said, and I didn't think to ask. Share your thoughts."

"Perhaps they are acquainted with her natural mother."

"Huh—a possibility. We need to find him. He might be aware of her whereabouts."

SAFE HAVEN BETA TEN

"Mr. Kahnn, come with me," the man says as he unlocks the cell door. "Take your stuff with you. You won't be coming back here."

"Where're you taking me?"

"We're upgrading your accommodations. You're getting a private room for the same price. This'll be your buddy's room until we need the second cot. Hold your wrists out for me." He clamps a set of restraints on him and escorts him along a dim hallway. "In here—" He points to a room on the right.

Betta walks in, surveys the room, and he estimates the size to be about three by four-meters with no windows. A small table is in the middle of the room with a chair on either side. A bright light on a stand sets beside the table. "Sit here," he says.

He sits and focuses the illumination into Kahnn's face.

He turns away as his eyes rebel at the intensity.

"I'm going to ask you a few questions, and you're going to give me straight answers. This should be a painless process, but the outcome is up to you."

Fear washes over him as he recognizes the phrases so similar to those he experienced earlier in The Inner Dome. He checks the floor around his chair.

"Are we searching for electrodes?"

He does not reply.

"The first question and I get silence." The man screams as he shoves the table into his stomach, almost knocking him over backwards.

"Yes."

"Those are for later if I don't get the cooperation I want. I am aware of the right response to some of the questions so don't lie to me. The process is simple—correct information, and I smile—an incorrect reply pain will follow. Give me enough wrong feedback, and I'll get the electrodes. I prefer not to—burning flesh emits such a stench."

His mind races. Here he is, shackled and locked in a room with a large abusive man. He is not sure he can survive the electricity again. The sores on his body are not healed from the last interrogation. His guts wrench inside him. _If I tell the man the truth and cooperate, I might live_.

"Number two—what's your name?"

"I'm Betta Kahnn."

"Three—is your wife's name Teska?"

"Please leave my wife out of this."

"Wrong response—the count is two."

"Yes," he whispers.

"Good boy, why didn't you say so in the first place? Four—why's the supreme chancellor upset with you?"

"I told him he could go to hell—I wouldn't rat on Masta Bhril, my boss and long-time friend."

"Five—what did he find out about you to make him think he can pressure you into submission?"

He pauses.

"You missed two—don't go for three.

"He found out about me having an affair with Bhril's wife."

"Now don't sound so disrespectful when you talk about our leader. Huh, some friend you are, banging your buddy's spouse. You stooped low. Six—what else caused him to be upset?"

"I threatened to reveal some dirt on his family if he told about my infidelity."

"How stupid can you be? Why didn't you kick him in the crotch?" The man laughs. "Seven—why's he after Bhril?"

"He worked hard in the last election trying to get the Federation Party candidate elected. Paybacks can be tough. Jerka wants both revenge and to show his absolute power."

"Now you're doing well. Let's keep going this way. Eight—how did you, and your accomplice get the two PICs and security bracelets?"

_I tell him, and I'm confessing to murder._ "I found them."

"Huh, the third wrong response. Shall I get the electrodes—don't screw it up now? Let's try this again. Where did you and your friend get the PICs and identification armlets?

### CHAPTER 13

Kahnn Confesses

"I took them from the two men who took me to The Inner Dome."

"You did what?"

"Is this nine?" he asks, hoping to lighten the mood.

"Nine—how did you get the PICs?"

"With a knife..."

"Ten—without a doubt, they didn't volunteer to let you cut them out? How did you get them out of their arms?"

He can find no alternative. "First, I killed them."

"How did you accomplish such a feat? Yes—that is question number eleven."

"I electrocuted them with the electrodes they used on me." _What do I do now? I confessed to premeditated murder._

"Twelve—where are the bodies?"

"They're, no doubt, in the filtration system of the Toxic Waste Furnace," he says, convinced he is a dead man.

"Now let me understand this. You fried the two men, cut out their PICs, stole their security bracelets, and cremated them?"

"The answer is a YES to thirteen." Once again, he tries to soften the big man.

"I'm finished for now. Let me take you to your new accommodations." The man puts on a slight smile. "One last question—are you a member of OFGRAT?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Never mind, let's get you settled into your new place of residence."

"Well, what do you think?" Colonel Baanar asks.

"Your man did a good job with the interrogation." Jasen's voice tails off as he goes deep in thought.

"Do you think he's telling the truth?"

"Yes, his story is too bizarre to be a fabrication. I think he somehow overpowered the two men, but I want to get a more detailed explanation. Did your men question the man named Renny?"

"No, not yet, but I'll instruct my man to cross-examine him tomorrow. His son is playing waal-baal this evening."

"Okay, for now, try to confirm Kahnn's story. His friend might be an excellent source of information about what's going on inside The Inner Dome."

DR. KIZZIE'S CONDO

Kizzie responds to a knock at the door. "Eath—how kind of you to come—I need your advice."

"Right now, my counsel isn't worth much." Bitterness still lingers in his voice.

"I don't want to be too intrusive, but will you to tell me what happened to you at the university. I don't believe the 'official story' of you molesting one of your students. I identify with you too well to consider such a thing."

"The situation is almost too painful to talk about. I'm shocked someone like Bhril will destroy a man's career in a temper tantrum. After we found eavesdropping devices in all our rooms, including Bilden's, someone ransacked Rueef Lorenz's room. I brought everyone out of The Dome for his or her safety. We got back, and she discovered someone raided her apartment on campus too. Soon afterwards, she vanished without a trace. He offered personal bodyguards if I continued my work. I refused, and the rest is history."

"She is still missing?"

"Yes, and Commander Jasen says the trail is cold. They are stymied as to where to go from here."

"Betta Kahnn disappeared about the same time. Rumor is he crossed the supreme chancellor. Both appeared to depart the planet. Events are getting weird. I need to discuss a situation with you."

"Okay, I'll help you if I can."

"One of my subordinates is in a quandary. His hobby is studying ancient documents, and he is part of a group trying to translate some archaic texts located at the Abydos Museum. He and a professor friend of mine translated a small percentage of the chronicle. Strangers confronted Mr. Eas at his home, and the men made some not so veiled threats. They threatened his wife and children. The evidence appears to confirm they are of extraterrestrial origin. I ran tests on the ink, document material, and reconfirmed the preliminary findings. Some of the substances in both aren't on our Periodic Table. I planned to submit a scientific paper to the Academy of Science. The implications make me hold on too strong reservations about doing the submittal. What do you think?"

"You two are struggling with a problem—well, we three are burdened. Did he report the warnings to the Ministry of Law and Order?"

"No, he's afraid to, but another dilemma faces him. He overheard, by accident, Dr. Zea discussing an upcoming event with someone. The incident is so catastrophic few in academia and government are aware of the facts. He died. I took over, and Eas shared the information with me."

"I believe running from a problem makes a larger one. I'm aware of a number of bizarre things happening. Otherwise, I offer no suggestions."

"Are you suggesting he should go back and try to complete the translation of the ancient documents and publicize his conclusions?

"I'm saying now that others are involved, ignoring the problems won't make them go away. They'll come back to haunt him at some point in the future."

"What do you think will happen if I present my results to The Academy of Science?"

"I wouldn't—someone wants to conceal the subject of extraterrestrial documentation. I suspect they'll go to any extremes to keep the information secret. We're living in times truth isn't as important as power. The real question is their agenda?"

"I think I went to sleep one evening in one world, and woke up the next in a different world. My life used to be simple and uneventful before he died, and I received the promotion. The more I learn, the less I believe in our government."

"Kizzie, are you aware of OFGRAT?"

"No, what does the acronym mean?"

He is not sure she is ready for another revelation. "If I continue, I'm placing my life in your hands. Are you sure you want me to do that?"

"Are you sure you can confide in me so far? Dr. Marshon, you're scaring me. What's this group that it's so dangerous?"

"How much do you rely on your elected officials?" he asks.

"Not far—"

"OFGRAT is short for the Organization for Governmental Reform and Truth, and a secret association dedicated to exposing official deceit and abuse of power. You'll be appalled at what we've learned about our _'elected'_ bureaucrats and the two political parties." He evaluates Kizzie's expression.

"We—are you a member?"

"Yes, they approached me with an invitation soon after Bhril ruined my career."

"What're the requirements for membership?"

"You can't request to join. You must be invited. Other stipulations for association include being in trouble with the government, for no cause, or being under surveillance. The reasons earlier stated can't be in violation of The Articles. In addition, you must take a vow you'll die before you'll reveal the name of any member or the knowledge and objectives of the organization. If a person fails to honor the oath, his or she will be killed. Kizzie, this is serious business." He pauses and waits for her response.

"Does the society offer any form of protection to its members?"

"For an individual whose life's in immediate danger, we have several safe havens where they can go. They can take their family if necessary. Each is a miniature city and self-sufficient."

"Will you invite Bannon Eas to join?"

"I'll encourage you to enlist. You can ask him."

"No, I want you to ask him. He's in more peril than am I."

"Okay—but you need to call him, and get him over here now. I'm leaving on a mission tomorrow, and I don't know when I'll be back."

SEVERAL DAYS LATER AT JADAN'S APARTMENT

He sits on his sofa strumming a slow meditative tune on his guitet. His mind is reevaluating the overwhelming information received in recent months. A knock at his door breaks his pensive state, and he lays the instrument on the table in front of him and goes to the door. The screen reveals Kia. He opens the door.

She rushes in putting her arms around his neck, and she kisses his lips. With no words spoken, passions take control. He closes and locks the door. They stand in a tight embrace, their caresses interrupted by moments of intense staring into one another's eyes. The wordless conversation communicates volumes.

She backs across the room pulling him along. They reach the far side, and her hand searches the wall. She finds the small panel and touches the button at the bottom. A faint hum is audible as the bed begins to lower from its storage place. Next comes two soft thumps as the legs contact the floor...

Neither speaks—Kia falls on the bed pulling Jadan down with her. Her hands are behind his head holding their lips together with passion. Their breathing quickens as he unbuttons her chemise and slides his hand inside, enjoying the smooth, warm skin of her stomach.

She bites his lower lip as she releases his shirt and fumbles with his belt buckle. He raises a little to give her access, and she is successful. Her hands slide around to his back, and she runs her fingers up and down his spine, giving him chills.

His right hand slides around to her back and to the clasp of her bra. Inexperience makes releasing the device difficult. In time—he succeeds. The back pops open. He allows his digits to savor the touch of her smooth skin as he moves them to her firm breasts. He takes her earlobe between his lips, and his warm breath enters her ear.

She melts in his embrace...

They lie exhausted in one another's arms, savoring the emotional high of physical bliss. The cool air clothes them.

Jadan stares with intensity into her eyes—he can almost read her thoughts, but in an instant, reality strikes him. "Your Grandfather will never stand for this—will he?"

"Perhaps he will in time."

"What do we do until then?"

"I'm not sure."

"You're an Annunaki, aren't you?"

"Yes."

"You're a Blood also?"

After a pause, she asks, "Yes, but how did you learn of such things? Does any of this matter to us?"

"I'm not as naive as I might appear, and yes—the circumstances make a difference."

She sits up and stares at him through perplexed eyes. The mood is broken. "I shared my essence with you. I love you."

"At what point, did you plan to tell me about the Annunaki and the Bloods?"

"I'm not sure."

"I guess a more pertinent question—did you intend to tell me?" He gazes with intensity into her eyes trying to read the real answer, regardless of her words.

"To be honest—I didn't—I failed to find any benefit in telling you."

"What kind of long term, and endearing relationship can we build if we hold secrets from one another?"

"I didn't consider the impact earlier."

A tapping on the door further interrupts the moment.

"Take your clothes to the bathroom and get dressed. I'm expecting a friend. Wait a minute..." He shouts through the door. He grabs his pants and pulls them on as he walks.

Kia collects her things and hurries while Jadan pushes the button to stow the bed. He rushes to the door, touches the screen, and invites him in.

Relo strides across the room and spots the guitet. "What a beautiful instrument," he says as he lifts the device out of the case. He sits down and plays several measures of a familiar tune before stopping.

"I wasn't aware you played."

"This isn't why I came."

There is a click as the bathroom door opens, and she walks out.

"I didn't realize you planned to entertain a guest." He places the instrument back in its case and stands.

"Don't rush. I'm leaving. I must make a live appearance at The Broadcast in two hours. They need plenty of time to put my show face on."

"Before you go, let me introduce you." He finishes the introductions, and she walks over and kisses him on the lips. "I'll call you later."

After she leaves, he says, "I am searching for Rue's brother. I encountered difficulty finding anyone who remembered him. To tell the truth—I hit a wall. Soon after Opaque initiated her as a Sister, he died on an assignment for The Conversant. I'm having trouble learning what happened to him, but his name is Baab Lorenz. He's her half-brother."

"What did you learn about his family?"

"Little—except they live near the equatorial plane in Bozza. The trip takes two-days by train to get to the town of Krest. I wish I could help more, but The Commission is sending me to an undisclosed location. They are holding a high profile prisoner."

"Prisoner—I didn't realize the society deals with prisoners."

"To be honest, we don't. The facts make this so interesting. I must go now, but I'll call you upon my return." Relo is up and out the door before he can stop him.

Jadan goes to his computer and keys in 'FIND ME KREST OF BOZZA'. Moments later, a multi-page display appears with a map of Bozza and a red star marking the cities location.

He punches in 'WHO IS BAAB LORENZ?' The screen lists nine from which to choose. He selects one by age. The data displays and shows, among other things, his date of birth and death. Displayed is also a picture. _No doubt, he's Rue's brother_. _They appear alike._

He inputs 'FORMER ADDRESSES FOR BAAB LORENZ.' Two appear—one in Bozza and his address at the university. _This will be easy._ He highlights the local domicile and inserts 'SHOW ME THE WAY.' Moments later, a map of Krest appears with a red dot highlighting the specified location. Jadan keys 'IDENTIFY THE NEAREST MAGNATRANZ STATION.' The diagram reappears with all train stops in the region, complete with platform numbers. _The walk is short from the stop to the address._ He saves the information to a small memory chip _._

ALPHA 13

The regular scheduled assembly of The Commission is underway, and Kaamren calls the meeting in session. "The first order of business—Rogg, give the group a status of your membership invitation to OFGRAT."

"I went through initiation. From what I learned so far, OFGRAT's objectives match ours almost to the letter. They don't, however, appear to control as much information as we do. In addition, their association is open to both Annunaki and Commonuers, who're in trouble with the government, or they must possess classified data that could be fatal if the bureaucrats find out. Relo, I met Dr. Eath Marshon. I think Bhril released a monster by ruining his career."

"Marshon's a good man. What happened to him is a travesty," he says.

Jasen continues, "I obtained unconfirmed intelligence they each went after him. Both doctors became enraged, took the students, and walked away from the job site. To date, the replacements, under Keiver Belan's leadership, are not accomplishing anything. A project is now underway to recreate the documentation on the fly. The program called 'Build, Correct, and Document' is afoot. The plan will take many years at the current rate of progress. The procurement records are lost also. No one is certain of the materials' order status before the crash. Quite a few vendors are contacting the government and complaining about orders they've produced but can't get shipping authorization. A huge mess exists and a mammoth political problem for Jerka. He will be a casualty as the chancellor searches for a place to put the blame."

"Tell us about the translucent material crisis," Kaamren says.

"A new compound's been developed and is now being produced. The replacement panels are not as strong as the original. In addition, the substance reveals a faint amber tint, but the engineers believe the new compound is more stable and sturdy enough to hold. The environmental influence won't be a problem. Like the engineering data, the damage will take several years to replace. In fact, a new outer dome must be erected outside the present one and the current one dismantled," the commander says. "They are paying one hell of a price to cover a lie."

"Jasen, what did you find out about the MagnaTranz wreck? A large number of people in The Commission and The Conversant are afraid of something we did hiding the engineering data caused the computer malfunction, which led to the collision."

"At this point, all evidence points to a faulty sensor at the switching station. We found no verification of sabotage, but the investigation is ongoing. The tracks are replaced, and the superstructure repaired." Rogg pauses to take a drink of water. "Give me a status of the engineering data."

"Mika, will you address the group?"

He stands and says, "We encrypted the records at the time we downloaded to our three remote mobile computers. We used the encryption Rue developed, which won her ' _The Star of Excellence Award'_. The program worked as designed. In fact, her encoding is working so well we can't retrieve the information from any of our three units. She put an additional security lock in the transmission or there's a glitch. In either case, we're at a standstill until we find her. We're doing our best, but we need her."

"Commander, give us an update," Kaamren says.

"There's nothing to report. She disappeared without a trace, and we can find no evidence or leads. By all appearances, she decided to walk away."

"Perhaps I can help," Relo says. "She's an orphan."

"How's she an Opaque Sister?" Seth asks.

"Let me finish. They abandoned her in the foyer of a hospital. By abandoning her, they gave her life. Jadan Kanzz asked the same question. I couldn't answer him, so I did some research. Baab Lorenz, her half brother died."

"I became friends with Baab—a fine man and valuable to The Conversant. His unfortunate death is regrettable," Jaan says.

"He concluded since she is aware of her half-brother's identity, a possibility exists she is in touch with her biological mother. I gave the information to him before I came here. I didn't talk to him, but I'll try to reach him when this meeting ends."

"No, don't do that. Wait for him to contact you. In case he runs into problems, we don't want his involvement to lead back to the organization," Kaamren says.

"Let me remind all of you, Jadan's part of The Conversant. He's searching for our Sister, and his efforts are association business. I'm bound to remain in touch with him and determine if he needs help. We must develop an extraction plan if he gets in trouble," Relo says.

"You made your point. Call a special meeting of The Commission if he learns anything useful, or if he finds himself in difficulty. Let's move along—who can update us on the status of our guests?"

"They're adapting to their new accommodations. In fact, Kahnn is talking with ease. They think government security is holding them. Renny didn't prove as helpful, but I believe he can provide invaluable information about The Inner Dome. He served as an inmate there for a long time. I suggest we inform them a rebel group plotting to overthrow the administration is detaining them and appraise what reaction we get."

"Why would you want to do that?" Seth asks.

"Well, both got raw deals. The bureaucrats put them in The Inner Dome for life, without due process of law. They are bitter, and if they suppose they can strike back at Bhril and Jerka by joining a resistance group I think they'll be forthcoming with information. In interrogation, He denied awareness of OFGRAT, but I believe we will benefit if they become members," Commander Jasen says.

Kaamren calls for a voice vote. The ayes are unanimous.

"Okay, continue as you stated, but don't reveal the resistance faction to them. We may decide later, to give the group the information to encourage the guests to solicit invitations."

"I agree," he says.

"Mika, how's the sting on Director Joanz coming along?"

"We obtained the account numbers, and wrote, tested, and implemented the software two days ago. A graduated transfer of funds began. Each move will continue to increase in amount until Jerka realizes someone is robbing him. I would love a picture of his face when he finds out."

"Which one of his faces—" Relo asks. "He shows at least two of them. Oops—sorry."

A soft chuckle emanates from the group. "I like the idea we bring Jadan Kanzz into The Commission."

"Don't you think you're rushing things?" Jaan asks. "Remember the extraordinary effort to get him into The Conversant."

He glances around the room and detects enough frowns for him to table the discussion.

"What else do we need to cover? Okay, meeting adjourned," says Kaamren.

The group forms a circle. Each extends his right hand to the center and begins stacking fists, starting with Kaamren's. In unison, they chant, "SEPARATE WE FAIL...TOGETHER WE PREVAIL."

SUPREME CHANCELLOR JERKA'S OFFICE

Jerka sent for Director Joanz, who is in the waiting area. "Send him in," he says. He leans back in his chair, puts his feet on the desk, and does not glance up as he enters. The atmosphere is icy. "Sit down," he says with his eyes glued to the documents in his lap. "Your people bungled the task again." He does not give his guest the courtesy of eye contact. "The longer I'm in this office the more inept I learn you are." Sarcasm rolls from his lips.

"What're you talking about?"

"Don't be disrespectful to me, or I'll let my security detail take you out of here in shackles—now." His face flushes and veins protrude from his forehead and neck. "How did you manage to let him escape from the Inner Dome—the most secure area on the planet? I believe them to be your exact words."

"He didn't get away. My people are holding him at a secret location. He's at an outside site controlled by the Ministry of Law and Order."

"You're such an idiot. Your people don't control him, and he's not in a place managed by your people. Do your homework and you'll find I'm right. Perhaps you would like to prove me wrong—use my communicator, find where he is, and you can take me there."

Joanz is convinced his people controls the prisoner. He walks to the chancellor's desk and dials his office. "Give me the address where we're interrogating Betta Kahnn. I need the locality now—no. I'll remain on the line."

After a prolonged wait, Jerka says, "They can't find him, can they?"

"Be patient."

"Patience isn't what I am about."

Joanz becomes tired of holding the device to his ear and asks the chancellor to turn on the speaker. Without a word, he presses a button.

Soon, the voice says, "I'm sorry sir, but we can't find Mr. Kahnn. Are you aware of the arresting officer or warrant number?"

"Never mind." He yells at the appliance.

"I rest my case," he says in a smug tone. _He is so much fun to humiliate._ Now he puts him on the ropes, and the time comes for his next move. "I want Masta Bhril taken into custody and confined to The Inner Dome. Do you think your people can handle the assignment?"

"On what charge, sir?"

"Damnation, man, you find a reason and a way. I want the action done in a hurry."

"Can I ask what he did to justify this?"

"You may not—and you can leave now. Call me when you lock him up, and I want you to find Kahnn."

Joanz leaves and goes to the Ministry of Law and Order. He walks past his assistant's desk and without breaking stride says, "I want the commander in my office right away."

"The commander's out for the next two days."

He stops at the door and spins "I don't care—find him and get him in here. Now, will be fine..."

He turns, slams his door, and sits down in his chair so hard he almost falls over backward. After he steadies himself, he props his elbows on the desk and sinks his face into his hands. _He's going to be my undoing, and I'm helpless to do anything. Should the parliament get word of the things I've done for him, they'll impeach me. I need a scapegoat, but Commander Jasen isn't cooperating. The harder I prod him, the more he pushes back._

INTERROGATION CELL AT SAFE HAVEN BETA 10

In the stuffy room, Kahnn is alone for hours and getting restless and angry. He raises a chair over his head, ready to smash the table when keys jingle in the lock, and the door opens. Colonel Baanar reaches for his electronic baton, but he relinquishes and puts the seat back on the floor in the proper position. "About time for you to return," he says.

"Are we lonesome? My company fails to be so important to most inmates. Sit down Betta and get comfortable. Can I get you something to eat and drink?"

"How about you get me a carafe of Vino and a chunk of cheese," Kahnn says with sarcasm.

"Isn't there anything else?"

"Perhaps later—that will do to start. Afterwards, we'll consider something else."

"Okay," he says and walks to the door. "Fetch me a large flask of Premium Vino, a hoop of Prime Sukish Cheese cut into bite-size pieces, a fresh loaf of bread, and bring me two glasses. Be quick, my friend's thirsty." He returns to his chair. "While we're waiting, let's talk. First, let me tell you this. I'm an officer in The Ministry of Law and Order. I report to the commander, but this isn't an ML&O facility. I signed off duty before I rescued you from the security guards at The Inner Dome. I'm off the clock now and each time we talked."

"Yeah—sure."

"I'm being honest—I can think of no reason to lie to you. You confessed to premeditated murder. What else do I need to send you back in for life—this time with legitimate charges, which would lead to conviction in any court of law? The two men you killed are officers of the ML&O, and on duty. To make things worse, they reported to and took orders from Director Joanz. I can get lots of points by turning you over to him."

"Why are you doing this?"

"Let's say I believe in justice. He and the chancellor don't. The small groups of people who run things—ignore The Articles—and satisfy their own whims and wishes. You wouldn't accept the as true if I told you how large the script account of Jerka is. Residences in the Hell Zone are as colossal as most high-class hotels. The Socio-Equal Order's a ruse—and I can prove everything I'm saying. A movement is under way to change things." Baanar pauses and analyzes the changing expression on his face.

"Are you telling the truth? I want to be part of the rebellion."

"What about Renny...where does he stand?"

"He got sent to The Inner Dome for hacking into the CDC where he found some classified information about a coming global catastrophe. They didn't charge or try him in a court of law. Someone in government bypassed the judicial system and dispatched him to confinement for life. They removed his PIC, informed his family he died in an accident, and the body couldn't be recovered. Why don't you bring him in and ask him yourself?"

"I think I'll do that." A knock on the cell door prompts him to let the man enter. He is carrying a tray with a sizeable pile of cheese, several loaves of fresh bread, a large carafe of Premium Vino, and two glasses. "Put the platter on the table please. I'll need another glass and chair, and bring the other prisoner in right away."

An outward show of disbelief covers Kahnn's face as Colonel Baanar takes the flask and pours a generous portion into each glass. He slides one toward Kahnn. "Drink up—we can get more where this came from. Help yourself to the cheese and bread."

He is standing in the hall holding a chair in one hand and a goblet in the other. Then, comes a tapping on the door and the colonel says, "Come in, it's unlocked."

He walks in dragging the stool, spots the tray, stops, glares at his friend, and yells. "You bastard—I'm in my cell getting basic sustenance and water, and you're eating fresh bread, fine cheese, Vino, and hob knobbing with the guards."

### CHAPTER 14

Kahnn and Renny's Dilemma

"This isn't how things appear. He shared the same rations as you until a few minutes ago. Here's the story. I'm an officer in The Ministry of Law and Order—I went on an unofficial trip to The Inner Dome searching for Betta when I rescued you two at the final checkpoint. I'm amazed you got through the first two. The battery in your security bracelet became weak and the strain of activation at the other two finished the item off. Think guys, if Renny had cleared the last station, you would be out of The Dome."

"Let me consider this." He is perplexed and sarcastic. "You're an officer of The Ministry of Law and Order. You rescued us from the guards at checkpoint three, and you're holding and interrogating us at a facility not controlled by the ML&O. You want to be our friends. That's why your interrogation's been so harsh and threatening? You'll need more than bread, cheese, and Vino to win my trust."

"What about your plan when you reached freedom?"

Renny stares at him and says, "Go ahead—tell him."

Kahnn casts a stern glare at him.

"Okay, what were you going to do? Contacts were waiting on the outside to assist you?"

Betta doesn't glance up. He gazes at the Vino in his hands as he spins the glass by the stem.

"Am I to conclude you didn't include a course of hiding?"

He doesn't answer.

"You didn't lay the groundwork—did you think of the consequences? Brilliant as your preparation to take out your captors, and the impressive escape scenario, I can't believe you didn't develop a plot when you reached the outside."

"I considered several possibilities, but we needed to be flexible—everything on the exterior would be a series of unpredictable and uncontrollable variables. How do you make preparation for something you can't predict—when dealing with the two of us?" Kahnn asks. "All the planning or lack thereof is irrelevant now. Can I conclude we're being held beyond The Dome?"

"Yeah—I guess lacking a strategy is extraneous. Yes, you're no longer inside. Renny, if I wanted to do you harm. No one would stop me. Your escape's a huge embarrassment to the government. Few people are aware you're gone, and they aren't talking. The world out there thinks you're dead. Your PIC was removed—your identity is gone."

"What do you want from us?"

"Renny, Kahnn confessed to electrocuting the two guards who abducted him and took him to The Inner Dome. He told me you devised the plan for the disposition of the bodies. Brilliant—absolute brilliance I might add. I obtained enough evidence on you two to execute you if I chose—but I don't want to. How deep is your abhorrence towards the government?" Baanar and Renny lock eyes.

"My hatred and distrust couldn't be any deeper. The Inner Dome is full of political prisoners. Most failed to be charged or tried. They disappeared from society on someone's orders."

"I can tell you this much now. A number of secret societies are collecting information about the covert workings of the administration," he says in a gentle, yet serious tone. "The associations I am aware of share a common goal—get control of the government for the people the way life is portrayed."

EARLIER AT KIZZIE'S CONDO

A knock at the door alerts Kizzie, and she hurries to answer. Mr. Eas is in the hall with a puzzled expression.

"What's the urgency?"

"Come on in—I want you to meet someone." She makes the introductions.

"I'm sure you're wondering why I asked you to come over on the spur of the moment, but I want you to talk to Eath, and he's to be away for some time—this is too important to wait. I told him a bit about the scrolls at the museum and the threatening visit. I also told him you overheard a conversation between Dr. Zea and someone in government about an impending catastrophe, but I didn't tell him what the disaster is. I informed him you're afraid if the bureaucracy finds out your level of knowledge, harm will come to you or your family. Keep an open mind, and let Eath share some serious information with you. What he shares with you will put his life in danger. Do you want to continue?"

Eas thinks for short time. "How do I gain from sharing my situation with him, or how does he benefit by parting his knowledge with me?"

"Allow me to answer. Is Bannon aware about my circumstances?"

"No."

"Okay. Let me start from the beginning and give you the condensed version. Masta Bhril solicited me under duress to form a team of faculty and students..."

"I pulled my undergraduates out of The Dome and declined to take them back. He was upset and offered undercover bodyguards, but I refused. Two days later, the Prior of Abydos University called me to his office. He informed me a young male student accused me of sexual molestation. Charges were pending, he said subject to further investigation, and I lost my position. He wouldn't tell me the name of my accuser, but he told me 'in confidence' my salary would continue if I didn't contest his decision. He'd selected a permanent replacement.

Next, all my guest-speaking invitations got canceled, and no one will talk to me about a job. My conclusion is we live in one of the most ruthless dictatorships ever. Tariffs are rising with no increase in income. The lower two pay levels are carrying an overwhelming financial burden of government. Basic housing, low quality food, and clothing are all they can attain. I understand secret resistance groups exist, but until a short time ago, I had no interest in pursuing any of them."

An expression of fear covers Bannon's face. Shaken, he considers what Dr. Marshon shared with him. "Dare I expect safety for my family and me?"

"Hope is what we create. The world your children will inherit is nothing more than a huge charade wrapped in lies and deception. Time will improve things if we're courageous enough to force changes. I would like to show you a video."

"Sure—why not."

Eath places his computer on the table. "Kizzie, you need to view this too." He presses 'Enter' and the presentation begins.

In the distance, an enormous house appears. The narrator says, "The house you are gaping at—yes a house—is two hundred meters across the front...this, you may not believe, but the mansion is Supreme Chancellor Jerka's private residence located deep in the Hell Zone in a place called the Escapades. He owns one in Atlant—Yes, I said Atlant. The affair honored his wife Milda's birth celebration, and the guest list contained a who's who of..."

Eath stops the video and sits in silence waiting for a response from either of the two.

Kizzie is the first to speak, "Is this for real?"

"Yes, less than two hundred people control more than ninety percent of the planet's wealth. I reviewed their script accounts. You can't comprehend how much they're worth. The Socio-Equal Order is a myth."

"How'd you get this video," Bannon asks, "and the other information?"

"I'm part of one of the resistance groups. Our main charter, like most of the others, is to get irrefutable evidence of governmental abuse and make the public aware. We hope to ignite a revolution—a peaceful one if possible. We plan to bring about change by giving the population eyes. I can go on for hours, but—I rest my case."

The group sits speechless for a time, and Bannon at last says, "I'm horrified by my knowledge. I'm living in terror by the threats to my wife and children. How can I join such a faction? The threat to my family and me couldn't be worse."

"Are you serious?"

"Yes, sir. I am..."

"The groups I'm familiar with allow new members based on a summons. I'll pass your name and info around, assuming you're interested, and determine if we can get you an invite. A total stranger may walk up to you and asks if you're expecting an invitation... You'll be able to back out up to the point you accept the 'Life Oath' as part of the initiation ceremony."

"What's the Life Oath?" Bannon asks.

"This is serious business. The members of the group will defend your identity, with their lives if necessary. The vow is your pledge to safeguard the identities of the membership and the organization with your life. We also promise to protect all knowledge gained until our leadership decides to make such public."

"What about me, Eath?" Kizzie asks.

"Do you want an invitation?"

"I might."

"Tell me when you're ready. I'll try to make the arrangements."

KREST OF BOZZA

The train stops and Jadan gets off in the city, the hometown of Rue's half-brother. He climbs the steps to the surface and walks into a foreign world. Krest is near the equator and is warm much of the year but spring arrived, and he is over dressed. He stands and gazes down the street. The place is like nothing he's ever witnessed. Streets lined with quaint little shops selling everything from frozen delight to custom-made leather boots.

He walks along and swelters. He stops at a small clothing store to buy some appropriate attire. An attractive young woman approaches.

"May I be of help?" she asks.

"I need some cool outerwear."

Her eyes examine him with care. "You do for a fact. You're not from Krest, are you?"

"No. I'm a student at Abydos University."

"Let's take a glance," she says after evaluating him. "Shirt, slacks, and shoes—"

They go to a rack. "This'll be good on you, and this fabric is cool and breathes." She selected a bright red, short-sleeve, with a banded collar, and made of a porous weave. The front zipper and two vertical slits, one on either side, closes with concealed zippers with matching ones in the back. The style is loose fitting with an opening up each side and designed to wear out. "You can open them on hot days like this for additional airflow and cooling."

"Good choice. What do you recommend next?"

"Over here," she says and carries the red shirt across her arm. She pulls a pair of light beige flare legged slacks from the rack and lays the chemise over them. "They're perfect," she says. "What do you think?"

"Excellent, but what's this?" he asks, pointing at the leg.

She unzips the outside bottom and exposes a mesh insert. "This offers additional cooling on the hottest days—an outstanding feature around here."

"Okay, now for some cool footwear. What's next?"

She leads him to the shoe department. "What do you think of these?" She picks up a pair of dark-brown sandals. "They'll let your feet breathe."

"Sold—now, where do I try these on?"

"Go behind the curtain." She points to the corner of the store. "I'll take care of the backpack for you."

A few minutes later, he reappears. "Alright—you now own an outfit? Those colors stand out against your complexion."

Jadan blushes. "Thanks, you're a super saleslady."

"You're going to keep those on aren't you?"

"Of course—I suffered in the others," he says putting the old clothes into his pack.

She walks around behind him and unzips the vertical slits. She proceeds to the front and opens those. Jadan enjoys the rush of cooler air. "This is outstanding." He pays his bill and asks, "Did you know Baab Lorenz?"

"Tragic, he died so young. Was he your friend?"

"No, I never met him, but I'm friends with Rueef, his sister, who attends Abydos U."

"I didn't realize he claimed kin there." A puzzled expression covers her face. "Are you sure? Leah lives on the South Side, but she never left Krest, and three siblings are illegal."

"Pretty sure and I came here to talk to his mother."

"Either we're talking about a different Baab Lorenz, or you received some bad information. The one I am referring to lost his mother when a child."

"Who raised him?"

"His grandmother did—him and his sister. Not long before he died, he came back and visited. His death devastated her, and she refuses to be seen in public. Her life revolved around him after his grandfather passed."

He reaches into a pocket on his bag and pulls out a small map with an address highlighted. "Is this where Baab's Grandmother lives?"

"Yes."

"Two days on the train, and I don't think I'm up to meet her now. I need to find a room. I'm exhausted and need a shower."

"The lady next door to me rents rooms complete with hot meals, private bath, and laundry service. Would you like me to call her?"

"Is the room near? I'm not up to a long walk."

"Give me twenty minutes, and I'll show you. The chair is my office is quite comfortable, and you can wait there while I close out. Oh yes, my name's Kedraleona—to my friends I'm Kedra."

"I'm pleased to meet you, Kedraleona. My name is Jadan—Jadan Kanzz."

Prior to leaving, she gazes into his eyes and smiles, causing him to blush—he focused on the clothing. He did not realize how beautiful she is. Her eyes are so dark brown the pupils are almost invisible. Her jet-black hair is short, tapers above her collar, and covers her ears. The part is on the left, and she allows the locks to flow across her right forehead. Her skin is a rich tan and smooth. She is petite—she comes almost to Jadan's shoulders. His eyes scan her physique as she walks away. _She is so delicate_ — _not athletic like Rue and Kia._ The chemistry is good—he likes her at once.

Soon, Kedra strolls into the office and says, "We can go now."

He gets up, picks up his pack, follows her outside, and waits as she locks the door. He spots the name Kedra's in large gold letters across the front window. "Ah, this is your shop?"

"Yes, I own five. I work at a different one each day. They are open six days and closed for one. I cover a different store each day of the week so my employees can take two off together," she says when they turn and walk down the street.

Jadan absorbs the fresh aroma of the air. The vegetation is much more diverse than Abydos. The lush grasses and long, broad leaves of the trees wave in the gentle breeze. The road and sidewalk cross a slow flowing stream teeming with life. He stops halfway across the bridge and gazes down at the activity on and in the water.

Kedra studies him in silence.

The sparkle in his eyes and the appearance of awe on his face depicts his delight. A rustling sound overhead startles him. He glances up as three large birds slow themselves with their wings as they prepare to land in the water. Life bustles everywhere.

THE BROADCAST SPORTS

"Good evening, ladies, and gentlemen, and welcome to the Waal-baal Semi-finals. This promises to be an exciting time. Two games will be played tonight with the winner of each advancing to the championship match for the gold cup tomorrow. Let me remind you. The sets are mixed. The guys tend to be brutal to the gals, but one persevered. Kia Nuggen's the one female left. She'll be playing in the first round today. I understand she won the draw and will serve. A tough break for her—she goes up against last season's champion, Larz Jargo, and the fellow who finished second, Rath Larxen. Her work is cut out for her. The big question—will she survive against two competitors who're much larger and more experienced than she?" The commentator rambles on filling time until the start of the match.

Kia stands in front of the mirror in her dressing and exercise room. In the final stages of putting on her uniform, she inspects herself. A large black number 7 adorns the back—a smaller 7 on the front. The costume is gold with huge patterns of red and black. The fabric fits tight and protects her full body with the extra pliable material. Thick areas of padding at the shoulders, elbows, hips, and knees provide superior protection. Her boots lace up and reach halfway up the calf of her leg. The special sole provides super gripping properties. She pulls her hair back and into a bun on the back of her head. An optional full-face headgear, with shield, lies on the dressing stand. Not required, most competitors still use one. Kia finds the helmet blocks her vision and movement and opts for a smaller one, which covers the crown of her head and straps under her chin. She prefers a set of wraparound goggles, which provide an uninterrupted peripheral view.

She finished her stretching and flexing exercises before the knock at the door. Coach enters and asks, "Well kid, are you revved up?" Her voice exudes excitement.

"Ready as I'll ever be—" Her communicator buzzes. "Wait a moment," she says as she answers.

"We're enjoying a family get together at the condo. Your mom, dad, and brother are here to view the match. I want to wish you luck—I'm sure you're going to knock their boots off." Gramps jokes. The rest wished her luck, and she hangs up.

She turns to Coach and says, "You started to say?"

"Take the game to them. Neither possesses a strong left overhand. Work the weakness as much as possible. The tactic will mean points. Here're your paddle gloves...a thorough cleaning with a special process. The new abrasive allows an extraordinary amount of spin on the ball. Don't be surprised if one of them challenges you for illegal abrasives, but don't worry—the gauntlets will pass the inspection. The coarseness is acceptable in tournament play, and they may use the additional roughness to gain an advantage."

Someone knocks on the door. "Ten minutes," the voice says.

"How are you holding up?" Coach asks.

"I'm excellent. The evening's mine," she says with confidence, as they walk down the corridor toward the court and the cheering crowd.

THE BOARDING HOUSE IN KREST

At dinner, Jadan asks, "Can we view the Waal-baal playoffs? A close friend is playing this evening. Can we at least see the first match?"

"Who's your buddy?" a gruff-spoken man asks.

"Kia Nuggen—we share some classes at Abydos University. She's special."

"Are you friends with the Annunaki?"

"She's a person I happen to like a lot."

The man nods in agreement. "Let's take in the match—I want to view her getting pounded. Larz Jargo will make short work of her."

Jadan scrutinizes the man. Larger, a little taller, with black hair, mahogany eyes, and dark tan skin stands an imposing man with large and calloused hands. He scans the room and realizes no one else exhibits blondish brown hair and blue eyes. The others appear to hate the Annunaki.

"Okay, ladies and gentlemen, the referee completed going over the rules with the contestants. Nuggen won the serve. He hands the ball to her and goes to the referee's box. She serves—strikes the floor and the sweeee...do you believe the spin coming out of the sweetspot and off the right wall. Larxen misjudged the speed—he's out of position—he can't get there. Jargo can't get there either. She puts the first score on the board."

The crowd roars from the observation deck.

The announcer continues. "Larxen's against the back as Jargo steps forward to take the serve—Nuggen hits hard and brings the ball off the right wall into the sweetspot. Jargo realizes the ball is going to touch the left above the floor—he scrambles, but can't get in place in time. She scored again—Larxen moves up to take the third serve. This time she strikes up to the ceiling—down into the spot, and falls to the floor out from the front wall. Larxen's scrambling—he—he got to there in time—his first hit strike's the sweetspot, but I don't believe—nope. He didn't get enough distance to get the other wall—the ball bounces out of play. These guys are encountering tough times with Nuggen's serves."

"They need to call a timeout, and check her paddles. She can't be getting so much spin without some illegal sticky on them," the gruff-spoken man says.

Jadan wants to cheer, but considering the crowd, he smiles. He wishes to applaud her, but wisdom dictates otherwise.

"She steps to the line for the fourth serve. Jargo moves forward on the court. She relied on short serves for her first three plays—he's preparing for more of the same. She hammers with all her strength and hits into the left wall with a bottom spin. The ball comes off the front out of the sweetspot.

Jargo misjudges and is out of the play." The commentator chuckles. "Wait, wait—Larxen got to the ball. He slams it into the left wall—hitting the spot and can she keep the play going—YES, she does—Larxen also makes his play—can Nuggen? Can she...? Yes, she continues the play and the volley is back to—to—now to Larxen—Ouch. He misses the spot. She retains the serve. What a series of exchanges. The score is Nuggen 12, Larxen 1, and Jargo 0. He is calling for a timeout. He's challenging Nuggen's gloves. Should they fail to pass the inspection, she'll be disqualified and out of the tournament. Should the challenge be unsuccessful, Larz Jargo will be penalized three points and forfeit a timeout. This is interesting—he will be minus three. I don't think the scoreboard can show a negative score. He must be extra confident. We'll wait and find out how the officials rule."

"About time," says the gruff voiced man. "She's using illegal gloves."

Jadan's face flushes as his temper flares, but he is short allies. What will happen if Kia wins?

"Ladies and gentlemen, this will take at least half an hour to run all the chemical tests and reach a decision—we're going to cut away now and go to The Broadcast News. We'll be back as soon as the officials decide. Pending the ruling—" the commentator signs off.

Kia's face is red and sweat runs into her eyes.

Coach walks on the court to bring her water and a towel. "You're doing super. You made four of the best serves ever." Her excitement radiates.

"I need a new head band. The sweat is burning my eyes."

"You're intimidating those guys—beware of illegal trips or bumps. I believe they'll do anything to save their reputations at this point. Here's a fresh one"

Kia sits on the floor and removes the helmet. She opens the water bottle and takes several short sips—her mind is awash with tactics. She is being successful using the size of Jargo and Larxen against them. Her chances of a victory increase if she can keep them off balance. "The new gloves are awesome."

The referee calls the three contestants and their coaches to center court. "Ladies and gentlemen, after careful evaluation of the equipment and the chemical analysis, the officials find in favor of Nuggen." He hands them to her. "Let's resume play—"

Jargo mumbles obscenities as he turns to walk away.

"I hereby penalize the challenger three points for an unsuccessful challenge and another three for poor sportsmanship."

He whirls around and faces the official. "Who the—?"

The referee interrupts him. "I'm the one who can put you out of this game and any more disrespect from you, and I will."

"Yes, sir."

The commentator starts again. "An expensive and embarrassing challenge...he keeps going like this. He'll become the first player in history to score twenty-one backwards. Let me summarize for you before the next serve—the tally is 12 for Nuggen, 1 for Larxen, and -6 for Jargo.

She steps up to number five—Larxen's forward to take the play—she serves—the ball's hit hard against the left wall and toward the sweetspot before bouncing on the floor less than a meter from the front. Larxen can't make the play—he calls for an instant replay. The last one may be on the line—meaning Nuggen loses the serve. Play stops while the officials review the turn from several angles. We'll wait..."

Kia paces as she awaits the ruling.

The referee turns to him. "A careful evaluation and they ruled the serve good and awards 3 points to her. A -3 penalty is levied against the challenger and the loss of a timeout."

"Never in all my years with The Broadcast Sports did I witness two challengers with negative scores. This is a first—what a boost for her. Her score is 15—Larxen -2, and last year's champion, Larz Jargo's -6. Can she win two more serves and wrap up this set?"

"The refs are giving her the game," says the gruff voiced man while he glares at Jadan who experiences a chill.

"What're you doing down here, college boy?"

"I'm searching for a friend."

"What's his name?"

"Her name is Rueef Lorenz."

"She's not familiar—are you sure you're in the right town?"

"Oh, leave the boy alone. He's not bothering anyone." A man sitting in silence in the corner comes to Jadan's defense. "Be quiet and let's enjoy the rest of the set. Your blabbering caused you to missed Nuggen scoring three more points. She needs to win one more serve, and she'll take this one and make history. Both challengers hold negative scores."

The commentator rants on, "Sports fans—I never imagined anything like this. She steps up. Jargo's up front—he executes the play—and Larxen returns a good shot from the front left side of the court. The ball strikes the sweetspot and starts for the ceiling. The ball ricochets off two walls in the corner and falls straight to the floor. He picks up three and one goes to Jargo. He's at least back in positive territory, and he gets the serve. Jargo's up front to take the serve—Larxen strikes, and the ball misses the sweetspot. Jargo wins the three points and Nuggen one. The serve is Jargo's. He moves up to serve, and she steps to the front. She's two from taking this set. He serves—the ball comes off the second wall and Nuggen's in place and hits high on the right wall—the ball strikes the sweetspot and next the floor. Larxen can't make the play. The set is over and the final score, Nuggen 22, Larxen 1, and Jargo goes out with -2, and he's out of this year's playoffs. The next set will start in fifteen minutes. Meanwhile, let's go back to The Broadcast News."

Jadan sits in silent glee as the gruff voiced man replays the set with an anti-Kia slant embedded in every comment.

The quiet spoken man moves next to him and asks, "What did you say your friend's name is?"

"Her name is Rueef Lorenz."

"Lorenz, Rueef." The man repeats. "Several different Lorenz families live in the area. I don't recall a Rueef... a brother or sister perhaps?"

"Her brother at Abydos U was killed a while back."

"Was his name Baab Lorenz?"

"Yes."

"I'm unaware he had a sister named Rueef, because his sister's name is Lehad. She unified with a fellow whose last name is—Xeon—yeah, Balla Xeon. They live on the South Side."

"Thanks, for your support."

"I am an outcast too—not pleasant."

"Do you think I'll be safe if Kia wins the next set?"

"I think they'll be in shock—cheeky in particular. I'm in your corner if anything starts."

"Thank you."

### CHAPTER 15

Kia's Challenge

The commentator begins. "Well, we're back for the second set of the playoffs. Nuggen took the first with ease. This reporter told you some time ago to keep an eye on this young woman. She possesses a unique style and determination. I won't be surprised for her to go all the way. This time Larxen won the starting serve—one of his strong points, and he executes one of the best in the league. He steps up to serve—straight into the sweetspot—did you make out the down spin on the ball? Nuggen positioned herself too far back, and she can't make the play. He takes the lead—three to zip. She moved up a little. This time his serve goes over her head and to the left. She is unable to make the play—three more points for him. His confidence is high—and he's playing up to his capabilities.

She calls a timeout. Her right boot is untied."

Coach hurries in with a bottle of Liquid Power and a towel. She mops the perspiration from Kia's forehead. "Relax—you're too tense—you move like a robot—this is your set."

She takes a few sips and hands the container back. "You're right—I am tense. I can do this—I can do this—I can do this," she whispers, taking several deep breaths.

"Play ball." The referee hands one to him.

"Here we go again—he's up to serve. Something went wrong—this is going to be easy for her. The ball is to her right and waist high. She steps forward and sends the ball to the ceiling and ricochets off—hits the bottom of the sweetspot and deflects to the left. Larxen is scrambling to get there—he makes the play but falls after striking the ball, which makes the spot, rebounds off, arrives at the right wall, and gives her an easy shot. The ball strikes the sweetspot, skips high off the wall, and falls to the floor behind him before he can regain his balance—three points and she gets the serve." The commentator pauses for a deep breath.

The crowd cheers with fanaticism.

He got shaken up on the turn, and the ref calls an official's timeout.

In short order, the referee shouts, "Play ball." He hands the ball to Nuggen.

She serves a slow play, and the ball bounces off the right wall, hits the spot, and drops toward the floor. He tries, but it's out of reach. The crowd cheers as she ties the score. He reads the next serve and executes an excellent return. She races to the front and makes the play. He forces his play. A long ball and she must run backwards, but she can achieve the play. She runs forward to get into position. Larxen collides with her and elbows the right side of her head—knocks her into the left wall. Her skullcap helmet cracks, and in a dazed state, she falls to the wooden floor, landing—her face makes hard contact. She is fortunate. Her mouthpiece protects her teeth, but her lips and nose are smashed. She lies immobile, as a pool of blood forms beside her head. The referee calls another timeout.

Coach runs on the court yelling, "Foul, an intentional foul."

"The collision appeared to be an accident to me," he says.

"I challenge." She shouts.

"Get me a medic in here—now." The official orders.

Two rush to Kia. Within five minutes, she begins to stir a little. They put her on a stretcher, and move her out of view of the crowd. The tournament officials order The Broadcast Sports cameras in the area of play turned off.

The commentator continues. "Fans—if she is unable to continue playing, she will forfeit the set, the game, and the chance at the championship. Her coach called the accident an intentional foul, and issued a formal challenge. He faces disqualification, if the dispute holds, and the night belongs to Nuggen, which means she'll move to the finals tomorrow."

Jadan paces the floor in the back of the room as the medics continue to work on her. The commentator's continuous babble sounds like a distant echo. He whispers a prayer, "Please dear God—let her be okay."

Faith in The Supreme Being was once planet wide but declared illegal by the government. The topic is now a vague memory in the minds of a few.

The gruff voiced man says, "Serves her right—she doesn't belong in a man's sport—because she's an Annunaki—"

Jadan's temper flashes—he rushes the man and knocks him out of the chair. They roll on the floor slugging one another, until the other men pull them apart.

The woman of the house hurries in. "What's going on in here?" she demands as the men hold them apart. "Who started the ruckus?"

No one speaks.

A short time later, Jadan says, "Ma'am, I did."

"You're out of here. Get your stuff and go."

"This man's been heckling the kid all evening—" The quiet spoken man says.

"Makes no difference—he didn't need to stay. He rented a room he could have gone to. My rule—you start a fight—you leave."

"The rest of you get busy and clean up this mess."

The calm man says, "I'm sorry this happened, young fellow. The guy's a troublemaker. He isn't happy, unless he's making someone miserable. Good luck."

Jadan walks to the front steps and pauses. _What am I going to do now?_ He gazes up the street and stares at Kedraleona going up to her porch with a bag in her arms. She stops, as though sensing someone staring, turns, and glances down the street—their eyes meet.

Jadan grins sheepishly as he walks toward her.

"What happened?"

"It's a long story."

"I happen to have time for a long story. Come in—you need some medicine on the cuts and abrasions."

Jadan walks into Kedra's house. _How does a single woman have a house like this? Is she unified?_ The interior is beautiful, and her furniture is upscale.

She places the bag on a table and turns to Jadan. "Want to tell me what happened? You look like you walked in front of an AeroBus, and just look at your new outfit. The front zipper is ripped, and the slacks are filthy."

Jadan tells her the events leading to his eviction. As he explains, Kedraleona walks into the bathroom and collects some medical supplies. Returning, she begins cleaning and medicating his wounds while he continues his story.

"Kia Nuggen must be very special to you. Shall I turn on the Tello and see if we can get an update on her condition?"

"Yes, I would like that."

"What a turn of events—Larxen's been disqualified, and Nuggen is on her way to the Medical Center. We'll bring you more about her condition as we receive updates. The Broadcast has a reporter on the way there now." The commentator continues, only pausing for an occasional breath.

"None of your wounds are serious, but you're going to look rough for a few days. Are you sure you want to see Baab's grandmother looking like this?" Kedra asks tenderly.

Jadan walks across the room to a mirror. "You should see the other guy." He jokes. "I can't believe I let the jerk push me over the edge."

"Well, we need to find you a place to stay for a couple of days. There's a convention in Krest, and all the inns are full."

She makes a call, "Hello, Mr. Cazara. I heard you fell and broke your arm. How're you doing?" She listens. "I'm sorry to hear that. It sounds like you'll need some help for a few days—pardon me for a moment." She presses the mute button and turns to Jadan.

"Mr. Cazara has injured himself. He lives alone, and he'll need some help for a while as he adjusts to the broken arm. Are you interested in helping him for room and board, if I can arrange it?"

"Yes—yes, I'm willing to assist."

"Sir, I'm aware of someone who's prepared to stay with you for a few days. He is new in town—seems like a good person to me," Kedra says. "Okay, I'll be in touch with you. Good-bye and enjoy a pleasant visit with your daughter."

"He agreed to let you aid, but his daughter's with him now. You can go over tomorrow. My sofa's not comfortable, but sleeping under a bridge is less comfy."

"Thanks—I hate to intrude, but I let my temper get me thrown out of my other option."

"The preliminaries are over and time for the second game of the evening to begin. Turn on the championship, and I'll prepare something to eat."

KAAMREN'S HOUSE

"Lee, put the little one to bed. Several people will be stopping by later. Will you fix us some snacks and Kava? I promise to finish early," Kaamren says.

"Who's coming?"

"Seth, Relo, and Mika—"

"May I ask the subject?"

"He found some ancient files on the CDC, which no one accessed for more than ten thousand years. He smuggled a copy with the engineering and construction data. Some in The Conversant want him censured for risking the project for his own personal curiosity."

"What do you think should be done to him?"

"I think the risk of bringing out all the files was high, but I fail to understand how he jeopardized the mission. Relo and Rue went to excessive danger to themselves and exercised exceptional judgment to get the engineering and construction information. I think chastising him, and censorship, goes too far."

"Is the subject what the meeting's about?"

"Yes, I can't let disagreements cause friction in The Conversant. The tension is bleeding over into The Commission. This antagonism must stop now."

"Are deeper problems threatening the organization?"

"Well, like every other group, beware of individuals whose goal is to criticize the leadership. Opaque isn't exempt, and neither is The Conversant. Some are even in The Commission."

She picks up the baby. "Kiss your Daddy goodnight." She puts him to bed and makes her way to the kitchen.

A gentle tapping on the door and Kaamren goes. The screen reveals Seth, Relo, and Mika. "You fellows come in."

"Thanks," Relo says. "I appreciate you making time for us on such a short note."

"Lee is preparing refreshments. Take a seat, and let's get started. Who wants to go first?

Seth begins. "A few of us believe Relo's juvenile actions regarding the ancient files placed the mission and the organizations at risk. A petition is circulating calling for his resignation from The Commission and The Conversant. I advised him to resign before we censure him. He requested we talk to you."

"Mika, where do you stand?"

"I'm a neutral third party. I don't hold strong feelings either way. I'll take back unbiased information to a group of interested but undecided members."

"Prior to getting into the matter, did your computer gurus break Rue's encryption code?"

"No," Mika says.

"Okay—let me get this straight—you sages can't open the files, he and Rue risked their lives to get for you, and you want to punish him for bringing out too much data? Am I accurate?" Silence prevails. "Come on guys—don't sit in silence—did I strip away the eloquent feces?"

She senses the tension and calls from the kitchen. "Kava and snacks are ready. Shall I bring them out?"

"Yes. We need a break." Kaamren's face flushes. "Let's pause for some homemade delicacies Lee prepared."

The trio sits in silence. At last, Relo speaks, "I'm causing such uproar in the group. I'll leave The Commission, and my resignation letter will include The Conversant and Opaque. The ancient files are creating too much trouble. A condition of my departure is I take the archaic data with me, and no copies are retained—I get the originals."

"I think the solution is acceptable," Seth says.

"I agree," Mika says.

"No, no, no," says Kaamren in an angry tone. "Seth—I'll accept resignations from you two first. What do you hope to gain from all this?" He turns and asks, "Is this the sole business you want to discuss?"

Mika nods.

"Okay, this meeting's over. You're welcome to finish your refreshments."

"Thanks, but I think we should go."

"Relo, I would like you to stay."

Lee walks the others to the door.

"What do you think is going on?"

"Complaining over the engineering and construction files continues. We possess a treasure trove of data we can't access. Many are upset with the three of us because of our inability to break Rue's encryption code. I think they're searching for a sacrifice to buy them some time. And—"

"And what..."

"Some are angry about Jadan being brought into The Conversant. Every time Kia Nuggen appears on The Broadcast, old wounds are reopened. I say they can get a grip."

RELO'S APARTMENT

A knock on the door and Relo lays aside his textbook and checks the screen.

A large padded envelope in his hand, the man says, "Special Delivery—sign here please, and I need identification?" He complies and takes the unexpected package.

He gazes inside. A handwritten note saying, "Jadan received the other half." He pours the contents on the table. He puts the small chip into his computer at once. _Damn, the data is stripped, and he has the other half._

Stripping is a process, which stores alternating bytes of information on one of two discs. Each disc receives half of the data. With one-half of a stripped file, the message cannot be recovered.

Relo studies the note. _The handwriting is familiar._ He walks to his desk, and pulls a folder labeled 'Rueef'. He removes a memo she wrote to him earlier and compares the two.

No doubt, Rue penned both. I must possess one-half of the encryption program needed to decipher the engineering and construction documents—and my ancient files.

Jadan should be back by now.

He calls Jadan's communicator and receives a recording. "We're sorry, but we're unable to reach your party. Please try again later."

_I wonder if he is still in Krest._ He hurries to his apartment. Stuck on his door is a note of an attempt to make a Special Delivery. A red stamp says, if not claimed in five days, the package will be returned to the sender. _A return address does not exist on the envelope. How can this be sent back?_ Relo takes the notification and goes to the Courier Terminal, and presents the slip.

"Please scan your PIC," the clerk says.

"I'm not Jadan Kanzz. I'm his best friend. He's out of town, and he wants me to pick this up for him."

"I'm sorry, but his package must be picked up in person,"

"Is the return address available?"

She stares at the computer screen and says, "No. The return address is waived."

"What does that mean?"

"The sender acknowledges if the envelope isn't delivered in ten days, we'll destroy the envelope and contents." The clerk's voice is programmed and impersonal.

"I received an identical one earlier today. Can you tell me where mine came from?" Relo gives her his name and address.

"I'm sorry, but none's on yours either."

"Is anything about the origin of the package in your system?"

"All I can tell you is, the item shipped from somewhere in Bozza two days ago."

"From what city did the package come?"

"I told you all I can. A line is forming, so will you please move on."

Relo steps away and remembers he left Jadan's slip on the counter. He hurries back to reclaim the tag.

MINISTRY OF LAW AND ORDER

"Commander, you have a call on two."

Jasen answers, "Yes?"

"Did you catch The Broadcast News this morning?"

"No I didn't Colonel. Why do you ask?"

"Connee Bhril informed the media her husband, Masta, disappeared two days ago. Strange... Rue was first, next Kahnn, and now him. She's blasting the ministry for the ten-day policy and demanding immediate action. She tried to file a Missing Person Report yesterday, but they told her to call back in nine days if he didn't return. She's trying to tie Bhril's disappearance to Kahnn's.

One of the media's top investigative reporters is taking an interest in the case."

"I think Jerka and the director are active again. I need you to do some snooping around The Inner Dome and learn what you can. Also, I received a call, and our special guests want to talk to you."

"Which do you want me to do first?"

"I would like for you to spend an hour or two with our visitors. Advise me what you find out before you go to The Dome," Jasen says.

"I will."

"Renny, you're wanted in the interrogation room," the guard says. "This shouldn't take long, and you will get a chance to say hello to your friend." He escorts him to the small room where the previous interrogations took place. The other two are present.

"What am I to think—no bread, cheese, and Vino? What gives...?"

"Come in and take a seat."

"Listen to me," Betta says, "we've answered your questions with honesty and candor. Why don't you release us?"

"You won't survive if the chancellor learns you're out. Freedom for you is over. You'll spend the rest of your life on the run. My recommendation to you...oh, by the way—Masta Bhril disappeared two days ago. Any ideas where he might be—I mean which floor of The Inner Dome? I don't think he's as industrious as you are. I think he's in for the long haul. My advice to both of you is to align yourselves with one of the resistance groups. With the powers in control, you lost your liberty. For her safety and your children, Teska must continue to believe you're dead. You're in protective custody, and alive at our pleasure."

He is bewildered. Reality is not attractive.

"How about you, Renny—are you married with kids?"

"Well, I was." Tears cloud the tough guy's vision. "I gave up on ever seeing them long ago."

"Time with your families isn't out of the question." Baanar glances at him and asks, "How much does Teska love you since she learned about you and Connee Bhril? Can you trust your life in her hands? Do you dare? All she needs to do is make Jerka aware you're alive, and you'll be hunted like a wild animal."

A long silence prevails before he speaks. "Yes, in spite of my infidelity, she still loves me, and I'll put my life in her hands any time." He pauses and studies the face of the colonel. _How far can I believe you?_

"What about you, Renny—? How much does your wife love you, and would you place your life in her hands?"

"Yes, she loves me, but I learned from one of the new arrivals to The Inner Dome my ex-wife accepted as fact I'm dead. She married my best friend. No—I wouldn't place my life in her hands—at least not now." He bows his head to conceal the oncoming emotions.

"I'm sorry, but this must be asked. My associates and I decided to release you if you choose, or we'll continue to provide protection. The decision is yours." Again, he pauses and studies the men's expressions.

A short time later, Kahnn says, "I believe everything you said is true. He will order me killed, but I want my family back. Are options available?"

"Perhaps—but a significant amount of sacrifice will be required by them. We can discuss the details at another time. For now—you must decide. Do you walk out of here or do you continue in protective custody until other arrangements can be made?"

"I'll remain here, but I want to understand what alternatives are available."

"What do you think, Renny?"

"I'm staying too, but I want to be aware of the prospects.

"Okay, you're in a safe haven quite a distance from Abydos. This is a small underground city inhabited by political refugees and dissidents. You decide to leave on your own, and you'll not get far. The heat sensing satellites will detect your temperature signature, and a security detail will come after you. You'll be fodder for Jerka's propaganda machine. Next, you need to consider the wild animals and reptiles—better alternatives exist. You can fill out Personal Profile and Request for Invitation forms. I'll distribute them to a number of resistance groups. Perhaps you'll receive a summons to join one of them."

The solution is acceptable to me," Kahnn says.

"Likewise—I'll petition."

Baanar opens the door and says to the guard, "Get me a pad of Personal Profile forms and Request for Invitation. I'll need several pens as well, and I want them right away."

"You finish the documents. They'll be checked, and if accepted, I'll grant you more freedom of movement. You're restricted to a security cellblock, but you'll share a suite with a kitchenette, Tello room, exercise room, and private bedrooms. Complete freedom's yours within the assigned areas, as long as you obey the rules. Do you have questions?"

ABYDOS MEDICAL CENTER-KIA'S ROOM

The nurse enters the room. She bends over and whispers, "Ms. Nuggen, wake up and take your medications."

Without moving Kia's eyes open, and she casts a dazed stare at her. She begins to sit up and glance around the room. The family is present—Gramps, her dad, her mom, and her brother. She scans them and tries to smile, but the pain in her face is intense. She takes the pills from the caregiver and lays them on the bedside table, turns, and hangs her legs over the side.

"Don't move fast, young lady. You can't get up until the doctor says so," she says. "Take your meds."

Kia pulls them back on the bed. "Who won the second match?" she asks Gramps.

"Donn Ridzer, but he didn't play as well as you. He worked hard, and his victories were by narrow margins. I'm certain you can beat him."

"I want a mirror."

"Why not wait until they clean your face?" her mother asks.

"No—I want to evaluate the damage now."

"Okay, but I think you shouldn't."

"No broken bones," Gramps says. "But your left cheek bone shows a hairline fracture."

Tension fills the room as she stares and is shocked by what gazes back. Both a bruised lump and an abrasion are visible in the center of her forehead and a series of cuts to her lips. Her nose hit the floor hard, and even though not broken, the bruising and swelling are instantaneous. Her eyes are black and swollen, and a large purple bruise stands out over her injured cheekbone. She rubs the left side of her head, which is puffy and sore. Her jaw sockets ache, where Larxen elbowed her. Traces of dried blood are on her face, neck, and in her hair.

"The doctor didn't want them to clean the wounds last evening," her brother says. "Should they reconfirm no broken bones or serious fractures, you can take a shower and wash your hair—you finished a good run, but this year's championship will go to Ridzer by forfeiture."

"I don't think so," Kia says. "I didn't work as hard and come this far to quit." She throws her legs over the side of the bed and stands.

"The nurse told you to stay in bed," Gramps says.

"Where're my hospital shoes?"

"They're here, under the bed. Let me get them for you," her mother says.

"I want a robe too."

With them on, she rises with caution. Her muscles are sore and protesting the movement. She takes a slow walk to the bathroom. Soon, the shower is on, and a short time later; she exits with her hair wrapped in a towel.

"Now—I am much better, but I can't say much for my appearance. Where are my clothes?"

"They brought you here in your uniform. You have none," says her mother.

"One of you go and purchase me matching attire. I need to get to the gymnasium and start working out the soreness."

No one moves.

"Am I going to a store dressed like this and buy myself an outfit?"

Without speaking, her brother leaves the room. A few minutes later, he returns with the nurse.

"Young lady, you're getting back in bed, now."

Kia sits on the edge of the bed with defiance and both feet on the floor. She picks up her communicator from the stand beside the bed. She pushes a series of numbers and waits. "Coach, go by the stadium and bring me my clothes from the locker. I need them right away. I'm in room—what room am I in?" she asks. "Deliver them to room 746 and hurry."

Gramps reenters the room. "The doctor's on the way. Perhaps he can talk some sense into her."

"Listen to me everyone. I'm playing in the tournament this evening regardless of what any of you say. Please don't make this more difficult."

DR. KIZZIAH JAYNE'S CONDO

She fixes some food and puts the entrees on the table. The communicator buzzes.

"Kizzie, this is Eath. I bring good news. An organization is extending an invitation to Bannon. You never told me if you're interested."

"I remember—I'm an easy-going person, as you're aware. I don't want the additional stress in my life now—I may never. Thank you for helping him. He's a brilliant man—I think he can deal with the suspense. In fact, his life is more stressful than I want."

"This isn't about trepidation, Kizzie. This is about right versus wrong, good over evil. You understand the correct thing to do, and if you don't take a stand against—by default, you're taking a strand for a continuation of the malevolence. I hope you'll reconsider. Eas should get his invitation before the day is over." He pauses. Would you like to join me for dinner sometime? I'm familiar with an out-of-the way place, which does wonders with the Minnue. They also make their own special Vino." He fidgets as he awaits her response.

"I'll be delighted to go to dinner—give me a call."

"How about we go day-after tomorrow?" he blurts out. His hands are sweating.

Eath Marshon is a shy, reserved bachelor, and his firing didn't help his self-esteem. He does not prefer to be alone, but he finds it difficult asking women out on social dates.

"Okay, what shall I wear?"

"The place is casual. Dress for comfort, and I'll be by about 1700."

"Sounds good to me."

"I'm committed to an appointment soon, and I need to go."

KEDRA'S HOUSE EARLY THE FOLLOWING DAY

Jadan eats and puts the dishes in the sink. _Did she sign on the computer?_ He checks. _All right—she did_.

He logs on the net and queries 'CONDITION OF KIA NUGGEN?' The article 'KIA NUGGEN HOSPITALIZED' says, "Kia Nuggen, injured in the Waal-baal tournament last evening, is in the Abydos Medical Center where she received treatment and stayed overnight. Her situation is 'guarded' as reported by the Staff. More information will be available at the late morning briefing..."

He turns on the Tello, which is still on The Broadcast Sports. "Here's the latest on Kia Nuggen—our reporter at AMC informed us Nuggen left the hospital against doctor's orders. She woke up this morning, refused her medications, and got out of bed.

Our correspondent on the scene says she called her coach to bring her clothes. She showered while she waited.

By the time she dressed, the doctor arrived, and she asked, "Did you give me any medication, which might cause me to fail the pre-game drug tests?

He assured her he didn't. She thanked him, walked out of the room, and toward the MagnaTranz stop at the hospital. She led a parade. The doctor, two nurses, her grandfather, mother, father, brother, and the coach trailed her. Battered as her face is, she's determined to compete this evening."

"You go, girl—" Jadan whispers with a smile. _Will you forgive me for not being present?_ His mood turns somber. He returns to the computer and enters 'WHERE IS BALLA XEON?' The screen flickers with an address and a communicator number preceded by an icon of a lock—a private code is required to call. He enters 'SHOW ME THE WAY.' Moments later, a detailed map appears. The train ride is forty-two-minutes followed by a fifteen-minute walk. _I can't think of a better way to spend the day._

### CHAPTER 16

The Mystery Packages

Prior to leaving, Jadan decides to send Relo an electronic memo briefing him on the events since his arrival. He finishes and transmits the information. The chime rings on the computer, and advises him of an incoming encrypted message. He enters his password, and retrieves the communiqué from Relo. "I got a special delivery from somewhere in Bozza. The envelope contained a chip with stripped data—I believe Rue wrote the note—appears to be her handwriting, and I'm confident she's alive, and the deliveries each contains one-half of the key for the encryption of the engineering and construction information along my ancient files. You need to come back at once."

He clicks on the REPLY icon and enters. "I'm on my way soon."

He searches her desk for a pen and pad and writes a short message. "Kedra, a personal crisis popped up back home, and I must return. Thank you for your hospitality, and please offer my apologies to Mr. Cazara. I'll be in touch." He places the note on the computer screen.

He takes his pack and locks the door as he leaves. He hurries to the train, scans his PIC, and boards. Forty-two minutes pass, and he gets off at the station and climbs the steps to the street above. He pulls the map from his pocket, after a quick review, he sets out, taking long strides. Thirteen minutes later, he knocks on the door of Balla and Lehad Xeon, but no one answers. He anticipated this might happen, so he wrote a note before leaving Kedra's house. The message reads. "My name is Jadan Kanzz. I need to find Rue, and she understands how to reach me. PLEASE." He folds the paper and wedges the document into the crack between the door and casing.

WAAL-BAAL COURTS AT ABYDOS SPORTS ARENA

"You can't play Ridzer in your condition," Coach says. "The doctor said another blow like last evening could kill you—wait for next season."

"I believe you told me to, 'take the game to them'."

"What if you don't pass the pre-game physical? What will you do next?"

"You always told me to take one step at a time. We'll tackle that hurdle in time. Let's get the pain and tautness worked out."

A knock comes from the training room door, and Coach opens to bright lights causing her to squint and a microphone almost hits her in the mouth. "I'm—"

"Yes, yes, I'm aware of who you are, and NO. You can't interview her. We're busy getting ready for this evening's game." She closes the door.

Outside, the reporter turns toward the camera and says, "Now, you're informed ladies and gentlemen. Kia Nuggen is planning to compete tonight. This correspondent predicts Ridzer will beat her with ease. She's in no condition to play...now, back to the station..."

Coach gets her medical kit. "Lie down on the massage table. I need to medicate those scrapes and lacerations. I can't do anything about your lips as swollen as they are. Do you think you can get the mouth piece into place?"

"I'm not sure, but we'll try later. My front teeth ache."

The hours pass, and the soreness and stiffness begin to subside. Another knock comes from the training room door, which Coach answers. Outside stands Gramps and her brother. They came to check on her. "Kia, guests are here."

She recognizes the voices. "Tell them to come back after the match. We can't spare the time now."

He shrugs his shoulders and says, "Tell her we'll be in the front row cheering for her." They turn and leave.

Coach returns to the work area where she is doing leg stretches. "Three hours are left until game time. You need to lie down and rest a while." Again, someone is at the door. Several tournament officials stand in the hall.

"May we come in?" one asks.

"Yes—please. What can we do for you?"

"This is Dr. Bodden, head of the medical staff. Donn Ridzer is calling for the disqualification of Ms. Nuggen for obvious reasons. He says he can't find the heart to defeat someone as popular as she's become who's as battered—and—"

"He better find his," she says. "I refuse to withdraw, and we'll fight this out in court if you disqualify me. I intend to compete, and I mean to win."

"The choice may not be yours. The doctor will make the decision—his decision's final," The official says, "He'll give you a thorough physical examination and make his decision. Do you agree?"

"We wi..."

"We'll consent on one condition," Kia says.

"What is the stipulation be young lady?"

"My personal physician must be part of the evaluation."

"Your answer is unacceptable."

She turns to Coach. "The reporter from The Broadcast Sports—what is his name? His card's on my dressing table mirror, and his number is on the bottom right corner. Call him and tell him I'll give him the exclusive interview he requested...be here with his camera crew in half an hour. I think the media will find a lot of fodder in this."

Coach and the officials are witnessing the defiant side of her. "Let's not get rash, Nuggen." The official is hostile to her insinuation. "We're concerned for your safety and well-being—nothing else.

"My security and well-being are my worry as well, but I believe you're more worried about the appearance of a battered female appearing on the Tello—resulting from an out of control competitor. Coach, call my doctor."

"Unnecessary...approve this waiver—freeing us from liability should you be injured or killed," says the official.

"Oh. You prepared the document for my signature. Is Donn Ridzer going to do one also?" Kia glares at him. "I must examine at his autographed copy—I'll sign this one if he does."

"Okay, but don't say we didn't warn you. Coach—be sure she's in the ready room at 1900. Let's go, Doctor."

KAAMREN'S HOUSE

"Kaamren, Relo's on the communicator," Lee says from another room.

"Hello."

"I thought about the meeting with Seth, Mika, and you, and I reached a decision. I want my files and a copy of the engineering and construction data. I'm resigning from Opaque, The Conversant, and The Commission effective now. The infighting is getting in the way of the mission, and I requested invitations from several high-quality resistance groups."

"Wait a minute—I can't accept that. You're an essential part of this organization—we need to work this out from within. I agree irrelevant issues are depleting too many resources. I need your help to get the organization reunited."

"I understand—I bring too much baggage. The issue of the ancient files and Jadan's membership to The Conversant are problems. Not to mention the fact I'm not a party animal with many of the others...I don't fit."

"Think things through with logic. I need you—call me back tomorrow evening, for a further discussion.

"Okay—until then."

KREST OF BOZZA

Disappointed at not finding Lehad Xeon home, Jadan leaves the note and goes to the train. The trip down was two days, but he learned a MagnaTranz Mail Express departs at noon, and runs non-stop to Abydos. Twenty passenger seats are available and filled on a first-come, first-served basis. He must catch the northbound train to the station where the other one is filling. He arrives and hurries to the reservation window. He is in luck. Seat requests today are light. The total will be him and three other passengers. The travel time is twenty hours.

"Will we be able to listen to the Waal-baal tournament on the train's intercom?" he asks the agent.

"The train can use one frequency at a time, but if the engineer wants to tune there, you'll be able to listening. A few fadeout spots exist the first five hours into the trip. You can ask him. The loading is almost complete. You should claim your spot at platform A4—third car."

"Thank you," he says as he takes his ticket and pack, and rushes to the MagnaTranz. The other three passengers are seated when he boards. He picks a seat away from the others, puts his bag down, and walks up through the second car and into lead unit. He treks forward, and examines the engineer's back as he approaches. "Excuse me, but—" His voice fades away as the gruff-voiced man from the boarding house turns to stare at him. He got in more punches than he realized. Gruff voice sports a black eye, a fat lip, and several bruises about his face. Jadan's heart skips a beat. He gazes at the man and flashes a forced smile. "Guess what—I did examine the other guy."

The man tries not to laugh, but Jadan amused him. They both burst into laughter. He regains his composure, and says, "I'm sorry about last night. I hope you'll accept my apology."

"Kid...I leaned on you and your girlfriend pretty heavy. She's a remarkable athlete, and I can appreciate why you're enamored with her. Did you listen to the news?"

"No, I didn't find the time. My morning became filled. Why—what happened?" He experiences a momentary flicker of fear.

"Seems the Tournament Committee tried to disqualify her. Ridzer said he couldn't play someone so battered. Her answer—he had better find a way. One of the members leaked the tidbit to the media." Gruff voice chuckles and says, "My name's Ryner," as he stands, and extends his hand. "I bet you came to ask me to put the radio on the championship this evening," he says.

"Well—yes.

"Not a problem... I wouldn't miss the match. I think this'll be the contest of the century."

"Thank you. I'll go back to my seat so you can finish your checklist." He turns and walks away. Jadan returns, takes a book, and his headphones from his pack. He sits down and buckles his seatbelt as the train starts to ease away. Soon the MagnaTranz reaches cruising speed, and the difference is obvious. He listens to the horn blow as they pass through a station without slowing. Time passes fast as they travel, not braking for anything.

Seven hours into the trip, the music on the intercom stops, and the Broadcast Sports pre-game show gets underway. The commentator is summarizing the events leading up to the 'Match of the Season.'

"This is an eventful playoff. Nuggen set two records. She held last season's winner to a negative score and put him out of the tournament. She allowed fewer points by her opponents than anyone in the history of the sport. Donn Ridzer said in a public appearance he'll play this evening with no mercy. She could forfeit with class, but she refused. The odds makers are offering ten to one in his favor. They must believe Nuggen's injuries will cost her the game. This reporter thinks they're in for a surprise. I'm aware she and her coach are getting the soreness worked out, and her muscles limbered up."

Chills of excitement invade Jadan. The anxiety is intense.

The commentator rambles on until he shouts, "Here they come into the arena. Listen to this crowd—they're going wild."

In the background, Jadan can overhear the audience chanting, "Keeeeeyah—Keeeeeyah—Keeeeeyah."

"She brings the crowd to their feet. This must annoy Ridzer." The camera zooms in on her face. "Ouch," he says in a tone of surprise. "Both of her eyes are black and swollen—her nose's bruised and puffed up—her lips are bloated and cut—A raspberry covers her left cheek—and a large purple lump on her forehead—she's a mess. I wouldn't recognize her if I met her on the street. She has real grit to compete in her condition. I'm told she's ready to go."

The crowd stares as she wrenches in pain as Coach puts the mouthpiece through her swollen lips. Bloodstains mar her fresh uniform. She stands at the center of the court stretching and swinging her arms as she tries to stay limber.

The referee enters, followed by Ridzer. He turns to the crowd in the observation deck, smiles, and waves to them.

The fan-shaped room can seat fifty people. Above the glass enclosure is a three-by-five-meter screen for watching the match. Even though each row is elevated higher than the one in front, play in the back of the court is viewed on the monitor.

The Sports Arena is a large spectator viewing area. In addition to the bleachers on both sides, ten thousand chairs are set on the main floor facing a twelve-by-eighteen-meter Tello. In total, the sellout crowd is fifty-five thousand.

Tickets to the observation deck are most difficult to obtain. High-level politicians and their guests are the ones who get them. Gramps gambled Kia would be in the championship match and got tickets for Kia's mom, dad, brother, and himself. Theirs are for the front row. Admission to the Sports Arena is also hard to get.

He finished going over the rules with the contestants. Both nod they understand. Ridzer won the serve.

For the volley, the players must stand in the server's box and hit the ball into the sweetspot. The objective is to get as close as possible without touching the rear wall. The closest wins the serve, and one precedes each set.

"Okay—sports fans here we go," The commentator says. "Ridzer won the serve, and he steps to the box. He hits the sweetspot and off—bouncing off the right wall—Nuggen's in position for an easy return—she puts her now infamous action on the ball, which strikes the wall—spins into the sweetspot and out to him. He makes a hard return off the spot into the left wall high and fast—Nuggen's having to scramble to get—she's facing the rear of the court—how's she going to play this?" The reporter pauses for a quick breath. "She hammers the ball into the back wall—will there be enough to make the distance to the sweetspot? The ball hits the bottom of the line—Ridzer scores first—"

The announcer reminds the enthusiasts of the rules. "The scoring in two-player sets eliminates the middle player. The winner of a play earns three points and obtains or retains the serve. The loser gets none."

"Okay fans, here we are at the end of set one with the score tied eighteen each. These two continue to compete with intensity, but both are showing signs of fatigue. Ridzer steps up and hits a slow serve—Nuggen scrambles—nope—she doesn't make the return. The first goes to Ridzer—what a match. We'll now take a thirty-minute intermission. We're going to break away and go back to The Broadcast News."

Jadan's emotions crash. Kia played so hard, but she lost the first one. Can she hold out for another set or two? The commentator's description of her face made him nauseous. _She must be in terrible pain. I wish I could be with her, but me getting a ticket is impossible._

"Okay, ladies and gentlemen, the players are back in the court. Let's find out who wins the volley—Nuggen gets the serve. The referee holds the ball while both get into position, and he hands off to Nuggen. She takes one bounce and strikes the ball—down the right side wall—touches and hangs in close—can Ridzer pull it away?

A scraping sound is audible as his glove slides along the wall when he attempts the play—he hits but—but—oh, too bad—he's unable to get enough to get away from the wall—he misses the sweetspot. She puts the first score on the board." The crowd in the Sports Arena chants Keeeeeyah—Keeeeeyah—Keeeeeyah. "She's gathered a strong following.

She scores twelve points before giving up the serve. Ridzer in turn takes nine and loses the serve." The commentator summarizes. "Let's determine what she can do—she makes a hard overhand down into the lower left-hand corner of the sweetspot—the ball spins and hits the left wall above the floor—no way he can succeed—but he tries. Wait, he's shaken up. The referee called an official's time out. Ridzer went for the ball trying to make a shot—he slid head-first into the wall—ouch, will his neck hurt tomorrow?"

Kia wins set two with a score of twenty-one to nine. He is having difficulty containing his excitement. He glances up, and Ryner is walking down the aisle toward him with a grin on his face. "Well, what do you think? Can she last another?"

"She can."

"Lunch in Abydos says she can't win. What do you say?"

"You're on—winner picks the spot."

"Okay—yours is the side I prefer, but I'm sure you won't bet against her," he says and sits in the seat facing Jadan.

"Who's running this thing?"

"No one is at the moment—ya got to love the autopilot. We're in the middle of nowhere, and the nearest MagnaTranz is over one hundred kilometers from us. My copilot is sleeping since we left Krest. I'll wake him soon to take us the rest of the way."

The commentator starts again, "Okay, here come the players for the third and final. The entire season comes down to this, and we'll soon find out who'll be the new champion. I must say, she is playing much better than I thought possible after witnessing her walk into the arena. The big question—can she hang in for one more? Okay—here's the volley. Ridzer goes first—not good. She should be able to beat his performance. Hers is not impressive, but she beats his. This is not going to be a dynamic set if the volleys are any indication. The referee bounces the ball toward her. Oh my, my, she executes a rare but legal move. The referee bounces the ball to her—she makes a rare but legal play and hits the bouncing ball into the sweetspot, and off the right wall. Ridzer's out of position— he can't make the play. Nuggen scores first—she steps into the server's box, and without hesitation, serves—what a spin—where'll this one go?" The commentator pauses and takes a deep breath.

"Wow, what a hook. I was sure he couldn't get to that one. She leads—six to zip—here's the next serve. Ridzer's in position and makes the return, but she's ready—yes. The hit is good—oh. He's off balance and falling as she strikes the ball—he's going down—he misses the play but wait—he trips her in the process. Oh, no—she fell into the wall face first. She's down. Both players are on the floor—another official's time out."

She rolls onto her back wrenching in pain. Blood is pouring from her nose and mouth. Coach and the medics rush into the court.

"Are you okay?" she asks, removing her mouthpiece with extra care.

"Get this bleeding stopped," she says. "I need to win this set and don't challenge the hit. He tripped me by accident."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes—is Ridzer alright?"

"He is a little shaken up—"

An official and the tournament doctor go to Kia. He begins his examination and treatment. "This is what I feared," he says.

The official's time out is over, and he shouts, "Play ball."

Coach signals she wants to use one of Kia's remaining time outs. Dr. Bodden continues to examine her. Her bleeding is down to a trickle from a cut on the left corner of her mouth.

"Put the mouth piece back in—I'm ready."

Coach gazes at the doctor, who shrugs his shoulders, "This is against my better judgment, but—"

She mumbles with the mouthpiece in, "Let's go." She helps her to her feet, and she walks to the server's box. The others cleared the court, and the referee bounces the ball to her. She repeats an exact replay of the first play of the set. One more time, he is out of position, and her serve hops un-returned across the room.

"Nine to zip—can she hang in is the question of the hour?" the commentator asks. "Can she pull this off—can you believe all the blood on her uniform and face—here's her next—he positioned himself too far back—he runs and lunges for the ball—again he's on the floor sliding face first toward the front wall—oh no. Did you detect the snap? I think he broke his arm—we'll learn soon—he calls another official's time out—Dr. Bodden hurries into the court. His forearm bowed when he turned over and must be broken—this game's history. Let's listen to what the doctor says—the official is calling for a microphone."

"Ladies and gentlemen, Donn Ridzer is suffering broken bones in his lower-right arm. He's therefore, unable to continue—the set goes to Kia Nuggen."

She kneels beside him, and says with compassion, "I'm sorry—this didn't end the way I wanted. I anticipate meeting you next year."

"Thanks," he says with a little chuckle. "I guess a broken arm isn't as intimidating as having you beat me outright. I hope next time we'll both be in better shape." He extends his left hand to her and says, "Congratulations Champ."

"We're having dinner where?" Ryner asks with a grin as he gets up to leave. "I'll talk to you when we get to Abydos."

Jadan is overwhelmed with relief and joy. He is relieved the match is over, and she is okay. He realizes she is overjoyed with her victory _. With all the interviews and endorsements, will she find time for me?_ He lowers his seat back and meditates.

MINISTRY OF HEALTH AND SCIENCE

Bannon Eas left his office for a meeting with Kizzie. He walks down the hall, and someone comes up behind him and asks, "Are you expecting an invitation?"

"Yes."

"From who?"

"Eath."

"Correct, come with me."

"I need to make one quick call," he says.

"To whom must you call?"

"My boss—I'm on my way to a get-together in her office, and I need to tell her something came up and ask her to reschedule."

"Let me hold your things while you do. People are waiting for us now."

He calls her, "Doctor, I must postpone our meeting."

"Did you get the invite?"

"Yes, thank you." He hangs up, gazes at the man, and says, "Lead on."

They walk outside to an awaiting AeroBus. He follows the man, who turns to him and says, "This isn't going to be comfortable, but this is protocol." He puts a hood over his head. "You won't wear the thing long."

A brief ride and the vehicle halts. The man leads him into a nearby building, and once inside, he says to him, "You can remove the cover now."

His eyes begin to adjust, and he stands peering down a long dark hallway. "Follow me."

A short walk later, the man stops and opens a door. He motions for Bannon to go into the dim room. He can make out the silhouettes of about ten men and a table and chair are located under a bright light. "Come in and sit, Mr. Eas," A familiar voice says, "My colleagues and I reviewed your Personal Profile and Request for Invitation. We can now understand how you may be an asset to us and us to you, but you must realize the seriousness of joining. We stand in direct defiance of the government's tyrannical activities."

He pulls out the chair and sits.

The voice says, "We're a secret organization, but the governing powers suspect groups like us exist. Someone knowing or suspecting is serious enough, but having the name of any member, will mean death for the individual. You're a stranger to many here, but should you complete the requirements of this invitation—each of us will protect your identity with our lives. We expect no less in return. Do you think you can live up to such a pledge?"

"Yes, I do."

A lengthy question and answer session follows, and the voice says, "I would like for you to wait in the corridor until I send for you."

"Yes, sir," Bannon says as he gets up and walks to the door. The man who brought him sits in a chair across the hall, leaning against the wall. "They treat you okay?"

"I guess so. They asked a lot of questions."

"They are aware of the answers to most of what they asked you. They're evaluating your honesty and openness. We're engaged in serious business, and we can't afford to let the wrong people in. Each decision is a matter of life or death."

He can sense the sincerity and concern in the man's voice.

Soon, the door opens, and he returns to the room, walks to the chair, and sits.

"Mr. Eas, the consensus among this group is you are allowed to join us if you still wish."

"Yes—yes I do."

"Okay—here's the oath you'll be asked to take. I (state your name) of my own free will and accord do hereby swear and affirm I will not, under any circumstance or cause, betray the charter of this organization or the identity of any of the members, be they one—be they all. I pledge my life as collateral."

"Mr. Eas—are you ready to be sworn?" another voice asks from the dark.

"Yes, I am."

The man who let him in the door walks up. He holds a pad in his hand. "Mr. Eas, place your left hand, palm down, on the screen, raise your right hand, and repeat after me."

Moments later, he executed the verbal oath and electronic signature. He hands the signed copy back to the man, and the lights come on. Dr. Marshon leads the others down to shake hands and welcome Eas. The doctor takes his hand, stares into Bannon's eyes, and he says, "You're now a member of the Organization for Governmental Reform and Truth—also recognized as OFGRAT."

The introductions are completed, and they move to an adjoining conference room with a large oval table. "Here's some of what we are aware. Two distinct races of people populate Nibiru, the Annunaki and the Commonuers..."

"In other words, all tall, blue eyed, blond headed, fair complexioned people are Annunaki?"

"Perhaps not," Eath says. "Within the Blendeds, a return of pure Annunaki physical characteristics, designated as throwbacks, can occur even though the genetic marker is indistinguishable. We're not sure how many exists, but a test must be performed to be sure. Several of them are in our organization. We want to pass them off as Bloods, but we're finding difficulty getting their PICs modified."

"In a place called The Escapades, deep in the Hell Zone, is where most of the NEX and other high-ranking Annunaki live in extravagant luxury. Their places here create the illusion they're part of the Socio-Equal Order, but they're vacant the majority of the time." Marshon pauses, "I think that's enough for now. Take our new brother back to his job. Later, we'll talk more."

MAIL EXPRESS TERMINAL AT ABYDOS

The train slows coming into Abydos. He gets his pack and makes his way to the lead car. "Is Ryner still asleep?"

"Yes, he's in the sleeping compartment—behind the gray door. Go ahead and knock—he should be awake."

He goes to the door and knocks.

A sleepy voice from inside says, "Yeah?"

"Get your lazy butt up—you owe me lunch."

"Give me fifteen minutes to get dressed. Wait for me in the terminal."

He meanders inside, dials Kia's number, and gets her message center. "I'm back in town. I want to talk to you, Champ—congratulations. I hope you can carve a little time out of your busy schedule for me—bye."

He calls Relo, and after several rings, comes an answer."

"This is Jadan. Can you meet me at Tana's Place in about half an hour?"

"Okay, but how'd you get back so soon?"

"I caught the MagnaTranz Mail Express from Krest to Abydos. Man—the thing's fast. We just arrived."

"Did you learn about Kia?"

"I'm aware she won the championship game last evening. I got to listen on the train."

"Are you unaware of what happened afterwards?"

"No, what happened?"

"She collapsed last night following the Gold Cup Presentation. She's at the Abydos Medical Center in a coma. They think a blood made it to her brain. I'll tell you more when I get to Tana's. Perhaps we can go retrieve your special delivery afterwards."

"Okay," whispers a stunned Jadan.

Moments later, Ryner walks up, and staring at the distress on Jadan's face, he asks, "What's the matter, sport—you appear to have lost your best friend?"

"Kia is in a coma."

### CHAPTER 17

Kia's Misfortune

"What happened? She appeared all right during and after the Gold Cup presentation."

"They think a blood clot formed in her brain," he whispers. "I asked a buddy to meet us for lunch. He'll pay for his own."

Jadan is stoic as they walk to Tana's Place. They find an empty booth and sit.

"Can I get you boys something to drink?" a pretty, young server wearing a revealing outfit asks.

"A bottle of Mountain Joy will do as a starter—this is all on my tab," Ryner says.

She turns to him. "You stayed away for so long I thought you didn't love us anymore."

He smiles and says, "Make mine the same."

"Back in a short..." She swings across to the bar.

Soon, she returns and sets the bottles on the table. "You fellas gonna eat?"

"Later," Ryner says.

Jadan turns up the bottle and takes a big drink. He isn't expecting the results. The Mountain Joy burns all the way to his stomach, and he begins gasping for breath.

He gazes at Jadan's red face and says with a grin, "Uuh, good, but you're supposed to sip not guzzle the brew. I guess you never drank the stuff before, right?"

"No," he manages to say as he struggles to regain his composure.

"About two more slugs like that, and you won't be able to stand," Ryner says in a voice of authority.

Jadan takes a nip of Mountain Joy and a voice behind him says, "Well...here you are."

He glances over his left shoulder and is aware of Relo walking up. He scoots over to let him slide into the booth.

"What took place with you?" he asks, evaluating the damage to his face.

"He did," he says, pointing to Ryner with a crooked grin.

"What hit you?

"He did," he says, nodding toward Jadan.

"I can't wait for this story."

After the introductions, he says, "Relo and I share some interesting war stories."

"Now tell me about your faces. This must be good."

"A little misunderstanding—nothing more," he says as he sidesteps the issue. "Ryner's the engineer on the MagnaTranz Mail Express, which runs between Abydos and Krest of Bozza. We can thank him for my speedy arrival."

The server comes over and asks Relo, "What can I getcha sugaa?"

"Don't order the Mountain Joy," he says.

Ryner chuckles and says, "Get him one on my tab."

He shakes his head and sniggers a 'you'll be sorry' laugh.

"What's the latest on Kia?"

"I got word on the way over. She's still in a coma, but the doctors are somewhat optimistic. She's moved her fingers to stimuli, but they still consider her condition critical."

"After we pick up my special delivery, I'm going to the hospital. We can merge the data later this evening. Did you receive a copy of the ancient file?"

"No—the organization is being a bunch of—oh. You understand. At least with the two files merged, we'll possess negotiating power." He turns to Ryner and asks, "Where do you live?"

Prior to his answer, the server is back. "Are you boys ready to eat?" she asks with a sexy overtone.

"What do you recommend?"

"Special number three is very good—"

"Sounds good, and bring me another Mountain Joy."

"The same," says Jadan.

"I'm easy, triple the order."

"Put all that on my tab," Ryner says.

"Now you asked where I'm from—I live on the South Side of Krest."

"Are you acquainted with Balla Xeon and his wife Lehad?" Jadan asks.

"In fact, yes I am. My house is on the next block. Why do you ask?"

"Well—I went to their house yesterday seeking my friend and her sister. I found no one home, and I wanted to come back to Abydos to be with Kia. In addition, Relo and I need to take care of some pressing business, which requires my personal attention."

"Huh—I don't think Lehad's got a sister. Her brother Baab died a while back," Ryner says. "Will you describe her to me?"

They give him a detailed description of Rue.

"The explanation fits her cousin, and she's been visiting them for some time.

They stare at each other with puzzled expressions. "You don't think—" Relo says.

"Sounds like something she would do."

KIZZIE'S CONDO

Kizzie showered and slipped into a comfortable lounging outfit. She poured herself a glass of Vino and settled into the sofa to enjoy the Tello. The day at work proved to be difficult, and she plans a relaxing evening. She reaches for the remote control and the doorbell rings. She groans as she gets up to find out who is in the hall and discovers Bannon Eas. She opens the door and says, "Come in."

"I hate to intrude, but we need to talk. I got the invitation I hoped for and took the necessary steps to become part of a resistance group. The things revealed to me are overwhelming. Kizzie—you're an Annunaki—right?"

She gazes at him with a puzzled expression and says, "Yes. I think so—my grandparents tell me I am."

"Are you aware of the Annunaki hierarchy?" he asks, deep down, hoping she isn't.

"Well—I'm somewhat familiar. My grandfather did some research and told me I'm a level seven. I'm not sure of the importance." She is a bit evasive. "He said the reality would make my professional life much better. He wouldn't explain how."

"Kizzie, the Socio-Equal Order's a myth, a ruse, a fabrication, and an out-and-out lie. I'm aware Eath Marshon's special to you. Talk to him at a gut level, before you back away, seeking a calm life. At any point, you can fall out of favor with the powers and find yourself in a lot of trouble, with no place to turn. Please speak to him."

"Why are you so horrified?"

"Ever since the men came to my house and threatened my wife and children, I exist in fear. What kind of society do we live in—one built on threats, lies, and deception? Please—talk to the doctor."

Bannon's anxiety troubles her. He is her friend and confidant, and he trusts her. She is having difficulty getting her mind around his fears. _Is his job creating too much stress for him? Eath will be here in a couple of hours. Perhaps he can enlighten me._

A knock is detected on her door. Kizzie answers, anticipating Eath's arrival. She activates the screen, and invites him in.

He bends over and gives her a gentle kiss on the cheek. "You are lovely this evening," he says with a blush.

She curtsies. "Thank you, kind sir. Can we drink a glass of Vino before we go?"

"Our reservation is flexible. In fact, I didn't make one. The owner's a friend of mine, and getting a good table won't be a problem. I'll call him before we leave. Kizzie, what's this? I didn't recognize the fixture earlier."

"My Grandmother gave me a gift—an antique called a 'Talk Seat.' You sit here, and I on the other side. We can glimpse at each other, with ease, while we converse. A small table folds out for your drink—once I get you one. Sit—I'll be back." She disappears into the kitchenette as Eath examines the unique piece of furniture.

He picks a spot and sits down. _Comfortable_.

She returns with a tray containing two glasses of Vino and a plate of cheese cubes. "You fold out the table—between the seats."

"Okay, I understand the process now—how neat."

Kizzie places the goblets and the platter on the table and takes a seat facing Eath at a slight diagonal. "Now we can talk."

"This is one of the neatest ideas."

"Oh yes—A flip out ottoman for your feet."

He flips the gadget forward. "Now this is cozy."

"Okay, now we're comfortable. Bannon is insistent I speak to you about the resistance movement. I'm not sure what to ask. He quizzed me about my being an Annunaki. My grandfather informed me I'm a level seven. He's concerned about the fact. Eath, can you explain the meaning?"

"Kizzie, I'm a level six. In some circles, the importance can't be overstated. To me and to most of the population, the rank means nothing. I believe the level became a major factor in my appointment as head of the Department of Computer and Data Processing, but I'm not positive. Annunaki blood didn't help one iota when Bhril decided to destroy my career. Kizzie, how much do you understand about the class system?"

"I recognize little. Race and rank standing seems to be of the highest importance to my grandparents but means little to my parents. Do you think being an Annunaki impacted my selection as the replacement for Dr. Zea?"

"Yes, your status had an impact, no doubt—when I glance at the department heads in the Ministry of Health and Science, you're the one with blond hair, and blue eyes. I believe the detail to be a major aspect. Why do you ask?"

"Eas and several others appeared upset. I got the appointment. Some of them displayed better qualifications. Up until now, I didn't comprehend why. He and I came to trust one another. He is obsessed with me requesting an invitation and become part of the resistance. I don't understand what we're resisting."

"Do you recall the video I showed Bannon?"

"Do you mean the one of Supreme Chancellor Jerka's mansion?" She fidgets. "I didn't take the presentation as factual."

He reaches across the small table and puts his hand on hers. "I told you before, you were either part of the solution, or you are part of the problem. He's concerned about you. He thinks you're being naïve and I agree. He's afraid your support of the extraterrestrial theory of the ancient scrolls might become public knowledge. He is aware, as am I, you'll face severe reprisal."

SUPREME CHANCELLOR JERKA'S OFFICE

"Unauthorized withdrawals are being made on my primary script account. They started small, but each one gets larger. I want to find out who's making the transfers and how they're accomplishing the feat. A flaw in system safety measures must exist, and I won't stand for this," The chancellor says, "Keiver, the CDC and it proper operations are your responsibility."

"I'll get right on the crisis, but I don't understand how this happened. Our best people wrote and implemented the systems, and competent analysts test the protocols on a scheduled basis. This is the first hint of a problem."

"Milda may be on another a wild spending spree. I want to be apprised, but I want the circumstances kept quiet. You find out in person where the funds are going. She embarrassed me in the past with some of her spending—I want the situation to remain between the three of us. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir. I'll investigate the circumstances myself." He is uncomfortable about the possibility of getting caught between the Jerka and his wife.

"I want you to find out fast. Go—get this behind us."

DIRECTOR RAVI JOANZ'S RESIDENCE

Joanz and his spouse are having a quiet evening at home. "Would you like me to make some fresh Kava?"

"No, but you can bring me a bottle of Mountain Joy."

"Why do you drink that stuff?"

"Well, a few sips make me relaxed and mellow. I need something to help with the stress of the job. Oh, by the way, a series of deposits went into my script account. I think the chancellor is rewarding me for some of the special favors I did for him."

"What did you do?"

"They are confidential services."

"Well, since we found some extra, can we get the house remodeled and new furniture"

"We'll consider the possibility."

SAFE HAVEN BETA 10

They are focusing on The Broadcast News. "The stuff they're telling about The Dome Project's the biggest sham of which I'm aware. They make the updates sound like everything's running with smoothness and the project will be finished on schedule," Renny says, shaking his head.

A jingling of keys breaks the silence as someone opens the door to the incarceration suite. They turn to stare as Colonel Leahn Baanar enters. He's pushing a pushcart with a carafe of Premium Vino, imported cheese, and hot bread. Three glasses jingle together as he rolls the cart across the rough floor. "I think you fellows may want to do a little celebrating. In my pocket are invitations for each of you. Let's drink a little, eat a little cheese and bread, and talk."

"Sounds good to me," Renny says, as he reaches for the decanter and a glass. "Do you have more where this came from?"

"Of course, but go easy. We must arrive for an appointment in one hour, and the destination is thirty minutes away by AeroBus. Let me tell you what'll happen. Later, after we leave, you won't be shackled, but you'll be hooded, at least on the trip out. A screening committee of ten to twelve members will be present. They'll conduct interviews with each of you alone. Let me tell you this in advance...they already possess the answers to most of the questions. You can ask some of your own. They'll then caucus and decide whether to proceed. They decide to accept you, and you'll be required to swear an oath. Listen to the details—I can't overemphasize the importance. After you make the pledge, both verbal and electronic, you'll become a member under full protection of the association. Afterwards, they will reveal specifics about the organization—questions?

"What's the name of the organization?" he asks.

"You'll be told as part of the last step I described."

ABYDOS MEDICAL CENTER

Jadan and Relo finish lunch, and thank Ryner.

They go to pick up Jadan's parcel. "Will you take this and my pack to your apartment? I'm going by AMC and try to visit Kia."

"Her parents or grandfather aren't going to let you near her, and you recognize the obvious."

"You're right no doubt, but when she recovers, she must be aware I tried."

"Okay, but you may get a rude reception—if her grandfather's nearby."

"I'll take the chance."

"All right, I'll meet you at my place later. We'll try to merge the files on the two chips. I'll attempt once again to get the ancient data from Kaamren. I now hold bargaining power," he says, as he shakes the special delivery envelope in the air.

Jadan walks to the information desk at the Medical Center and asks for Kia Nuggen's room number.

"She's in Constant Care. Her visitors must be immediate family," the receptionist says.

"Can you direct me to the waiting room?"

"Yes, take the elevator to the second floor and turn left."

"Thank you." He goes to the lift and presses the button. His stomach is churning with anxiety. He steps off and proceeds down the hall. He walks into the area and glances at about twenty people sitting around. The mood is somber.

"Can one of you tell me Kia Nuggen's condition?"

A young man with many of Kia's facial features asks, "Are you a reporter?"

"No—I'm a close friend."

"I am Riah, her twin." He extends his hand in friendship.

He is surprised. He knows of her brother, but he wasn't aware they are twins. "My name is Jadan Kanzz."

"Come over and sit. The rest of the family left a while ago to eat and get some exercise. This makes for a long day, and I'm fatigued," he says. "At this point, she shows a little change. She is responsive to pin pricks, but she's still comatose. The doctors say this might go on for an indefinite period and can go either way. They're using sonic waves in an attempt to dissolve the blood clot."

"I was hoping she had improved."

"Kia mentioned you. She holds a close attachment to you and reserves her emotions for you. Bloodlines and old traditions are not important to the two of us...you'll no doubt find our parents neutral. They live in their small worlds. She and I spent little time with them as we grew up. Now Gramps—he is a different story and vocal to a fault. He expects us to maintain the pure bloodline. You won't like him."

Jadan likes Riah at once. His is the same warm and compassionate personality as Kia.

"Would you like to go to her?"

"Yes," he says with no hesitation—masking his fear of seeing her in her present condition.

"I'll introduce you as our cousin and try to get you in before the others get back." He gets up and walks away. Soon, he returns and says, "They're to let immediate family in and no one else, but I convinced the nurse you're a cousin and like a brother. She'll be here before long and escort us. We get five minutes."

In a little while, a blond attendant arrives. She is tall and slender, and her blue eyes scan Jadan. She gives him a frown of disapproval. "Follow me."

They enter Kia's room, and Jadan's stomach tightens. Her closed eyes form two puffy purple mounds. Her swollen nose and lips detract from the bruised lumps on her forehead and left cheek. Three bags of fluids drip into a common reservoir, and a single tube attaches to the needle in her arm. A suction is down her right nostril and a larger device between her teeth. At various points on her body, a myriad of wires attach and run to an assortment of electronic monitors.

Jadan begins to get cool and queasy.

Riah detects his color fading. "Do we need to go?" He asks.

"No," he says as he walks to a nearby sink, splashes cold water in his face, and dries his hands on a towel. He pulls a chair up to the bed, sits, and with tenderness takes her hand. He whispers to her, "Kia—this is Jadan—I want you aware I'm here, and I love you so much."

At once, he detects a gentle squeeze to his hand.

Riah detected the movement too.

"If you can tell who I am, press my hand," he says with excitement. Again, she squeezes. "Do you recognize me?" She presses his hand again. He glances at Riah with a broad smile. "Kia, my time's up, and I must go, but I'll be back." She clings with weakness as he removes his hand. "Go to sleep and get well for me," he says with passion. Tears of joy trickle down his cheeks when he turns to leave.

He is shocked when they walk into the waiting area. Gramps' glare is toxic. "How dare you tell the nurses he's her cousin? I can't believe you took him in." His voice vibrates with anger. "He's a Commonuer and—"

Riah interrupts him. "Stop and listen. She is responding to him. She squeezed his hand on command..."

"An automatic reflex..." Gramps breaks in. "Involuntary muscle response..."

"I witnessed her squeeze several times in reaction to his questions. She tried to cling to his hand when we left. I took her hand...she didn't hold on to mine. The facts should tell you how important he is to her." He stares at his mother and father.

After a time, Kia's mother speaks. "He, in fact, gives her the desire to pull through this. Should I oppose her wishes?"

"I don't believe this shite." Gramps' face is rosy and veins protrude from his forehead and neck. "I'm going in." He goes into the Constant Care Unit taking long strides. A nurse trails about four steps behind trying to stop him.

He stomps into her room and grabs her hand. "This is Gramps. Grasp my hand if you recognize me." He waits. "Kia, please grasp my hand." Again, he pauses. In desperation, he says, "Do you want me to have Jadan come in?" The reaction is immediate, and he senses a gentle grip. "Do you want me to send your mom and dad in?" He hesitates, but no feedback is forthcoming. Not satisfied, he asks one more question, "Do you want him to sit with you? Squeeze my hand." At once, the response is weak but positive pressure. "Okay, I'll ask whether the nurses will let him in." Again, she grasps his hand.

He lays her hand back on the bed with gentleness and strolls out of the room. He walks past the waiting area and straight to the nurse's station. He says to the head nurse, "Kia's responsive—"

No sooner than he can say more, she hurries from behind the counter and goes to her room with Gramps following. She lifts her hand and asks, "Ms. Nuggen, can you understand me?" She tries twice more with no response. She gives him an evil stare and says, "What kind of sick prank is this?"

"Ask her if she wants Jadan to sit with her."

She glares at him.

"Go ahead—ask her."

She turns and picks up her hand in a gentle caress. "Do you want Jadan to come stay with you?" A smile replaces the frown on her face at once. "I'll page the doctor. Meanwhile, get him in here." In an instant, she is gone.

Gramps returns to the waiting area. He walks up to within a meter of Jadan, who is also standing. He stares deep into his eyes.

The glare sends chills cascading through Jadan's body.

"You can go in and sit with her. The nurse went to get the doctor."

RELO'S APARTMENT

He is on the phone with Relo. "Kia is responding to me, and they are allowing me to sit with her. I won't be over this evening, so go ahead and merge the files. You don't need my help, but I'll be relieved if a message from Rue is included in the data."

"I got here, and I didn't talk to Kaamren, but I plan to call as soon as I get off. You stay with her, but leave your communicator on silent alert, and I'll inform you when anything significant occurs."

He goes to the computer and enters the data from the chips. In front of him, a smiling cartoon face appears on the screen with a three-word message, 'THE ENCRYPTION PROGRAM'. _Now all I need are the files for the test_. He presses a preset number.

The voice on the other end says, "Hello."

"Lee, is he home?"

"Yes—one moment please."

"Hey, Relo...I'm getting a lot of resistance about releasing the information to you."

"Does this mean you broke Rue's code?"

"No."

"Sounds to me like you're playing games with me, or you're losing your influence. In either case, I'll make a proposition. I received a data chip by special courier with a handwritten note saying Jadan got the other half. Well, he got back to Abydos earlier in the day and picked up his package. I possess both chips, and I merged them. Here's my deal—you get me my ancient files, and I'll test the program. At the time, I'm able to put them into their original form. I'll bring a duplicate over and decode the engineering and construction information. Remember, I get free access to all the data included in them."

The result is a pause. "You're driving a hard bargain, but I understand why. I'll send Mika with a reproduction of the ancient records.

"I want the original and any copies. That's the deal."

"Alright, but you need to make a backup right away."

"I told you, I'm not upset with you on a personal level, but I'm disillusioned with The Conversant and The Commission. We lost our direction. Both seem to be embroiled in the same party mentality as Opaque," Relo says with bluntness.

"I agree—I'm trying to get things back on course, but too much emotion and not enough logic is involved. Work with me—I'm open to suggestions," Kaamren says.

"Let's assume we can change the direction—well—I'm with you one hundred percent. I'm frustrated now, but when I lose hope, I'm gone. Tell him to be here before too late."

"Okay and thanks."

OFGRAT HEADQUARTERS

Kahnn and Renny each appeared as individuals before the Membership Committee. They are in the hall awaiting the decisions. Colonel Baanar is with them. "How did your interview go?" Betta asks.

"Hard to say—I got the distinct impression some of the members on the board don't like me. I'm not sure why—perhaps because I flunked out of Abydos University."

"Don't be too concerned," the colonel says. "They treat most everyone the same. A first position of power for some of them, and they don't understand how to handle the responsibility."

"Yeah—they treated me the same," Kahnn says. "They asked me for plenty of personal information I preferred not to give, but I did anyway."

"They asked me a lot of questions about what I did to be sent to The Inner Dome. A few of them got indignant when I told them answers to those enquiries depend on our becoming members. I evaded all inquiries about what I discovered and caused a commotion."

"You took a smart approach," Baanar says. "Some information they shouldn't expect from outsiders. I think..."

The door opens. "You two come in and go to the moderator. He'll inform you of the panel's decisions." They gaze at the colonel. He winks, smiles, and follows them into the room.

They enter, but the lights are still dim, concealing the identity of the committee members. "Gentlemen, you're accepted subject to your taking the Life Oath. Listen with care as I read the vow to you. Let's assume you're interested in advancing to the next level. You must agree to the verbal pledge and sign an electronic copy. Do you need answers before we proceed?"

After having said and signed the oaths, the lights come on. The mediator stands and asks the rest of the board to do likewise, "Gentlemen, welcome to the Organization for Governmental Reform and Truth, also designated as OFGRAT. The committee members come out from behind the bench and as individuals introduce themselves to the new brothers. At the end of the introductions, one of the men turns to Renny and says, "Okay, now tell us what you learned when you hacked into the CDC."

He is startled, and he stares at Baanar for advice.

The colonel smiles and says, "Go ahead—tell them."

"A planet is approaching Nibiru and appears to be on a flyby course, but the results will be catastrophic. The closer the intruder passes, the more brutal the impact will be. Under the probable scenario, large quakes and volcanic eruptions will be widespread. Tidal waves will devastate all the coastal areas. They expect severe shifts in weather patterns, and some fear other major disruptions to the upper atmosphere, which is already in trouble. Worst-case scenario is a collision of the planet and Goliath. The gravitational tug of the planets on one another might pull us into a new orbit."

An appearance of horror is on the faces of all. "How soon is this predicted to take place?" the doctor asks.

"They caught me before I got too far, but I assume the event will happen soon. I also believe The Inner Dome project's not a new and sophisticated power supply. I think the thing's a spacecraft large enough to carry about two hundred people and enormous stores of food, water, and supplies. They made us work at a feverish pace, and with no explanation—all production stopped. Rumors are a major malfunction in the Central Data Computer and a loss of huge numbers of engineering and construction files are missing but nothing official."

"How many people living in The Inner Dome are conscious of the approaching planet?" Dr. Marshon asks.

"None, as far as I understand—they threatened to kill me in a lengthy and painful way if I revealed what I viewed. I didn't even tell Betta the details."

"Another new member by accident overheard his boss briefing a high-ranking government official about an approaching planet. He's in fear for his life. We'll get the two of you together later—we'd like a consolidated report combining what the two of you learned and what you suspect." Marshon then turns to the group and asks, "Any other questions at this time?" After a period of silence, he says, "Good—another individual waits to be interviewed. Colonel, take these brothers back to the safe haven, introduce them around, and get them settled into better accommodations."

After Baanar, Kahnn, and Renny are gone. Eath asks, "Is Commander Jasen on the way?"

KIA'S ROOM AT ABYDOS MEDICAL CENTER

Riah walks across the room. Jadan is holding her hand. His head lay on the bed, and he dozes. He gets up and touches him on the shoulder with gentleness, and he stirs. "You stayed for thirty-three straight hours. My place is nearby. Let's go and you can take a shower. You're about my size—I think my clothes will fit you. A bathe, a fresh outfit, and some sleep in a bed will make you think much better."

"I don't want to leave."

He senses a gentle squeeze to his hand and perceives a whisper say, "Go."

### CHAPTER 18

Kia's First Words

"Did she speak?"

"Yes—yes I think she did. My love, did you talk to me?" Jadan gazes at her cracked and swollen lips.

"Yes," is a weak but a discernible response. Kia squeezes his hand and she says, "Go."

"Okay, but I'll be back soon." He bends over, kisses her on the cheek, and stares trying to glimpse a hint of a blue eye through the puffy purple lids, but he does not.

They stop by the waiting area before they leave the hospital. Gramps is there, but her parents are not. "Where are Mom and Dad?"

"They're running some errands, which are important," He says with sarcasm.

"She spoke to him."

"She did what?" he asks in disbelief.

"I told him to go to my place for a shower, a clean change of clothes, and a few hours of sleep. He didn't want to leave, but she squeezed his hand and said—go. He asked her if she talked, and she uttered—"yes."

"Is the doctor aware?"

"Not yet," Jadan says. "Would you like to tell him?"

He smiles and says, "I'll be glad to. Your appearance is like death warmed over—go with Riah, clean up and get some rest. You deserve a break—by the way, what happened to your face?"

"I'll tell you later. Now, I'm in a daze."

Kizzie locks her door and turns to walk down the hallway when someone startles her from behind. A voice asks, "Are you Dr. Kizziah Jayne?"

"Yes."

"Are you expecting an invitation?"

"Yes."

"From who?"

"Eath."

"Correct—follow me." The voice instructs.

She is startled when the man puts the hood over her head and takes her hand, but she doesn't resist.

Several hours later, the entire ceremony is over, and he leads her to meet the other new members. She is introduced to Kahnn, Renny, and Commander Jasen.

"Let me give you a tour of OFGRAT Safe Haven 3," Eath says. "This is where some of our political refugees live and work. He and Renny will stay here for the time being. Later, they may elect to move to another place of safety. For now, they'll remain here."

RELO'S APARTMENT

A knock at the door gets his attention, and he answers. "Come in, Mika."

"Thanks." He removes a small data chip from his pocket and says, "I think this is what you're waiting for. I finished filling the mini drive with engineering and construction information. Please, don't tell the rest about the additional intelligence just yet, but since they're a different file format, you'll need some of the files to make sure it works."

"Thank you."

"Listen, I owe you an apology. I don't agree with Seth and the others about the ancient information. I recognize no way copying those records caused jeopardy to the mission. I didn't muster the courage to stand up for you, but they're wrong. You and Rue risked your lives and futures to get the engineering and construction documents out of The Dome. The Conversant and The Commission should be grateful to you."

"Thanks, your apology is accepted. By the way, how did you guys manage to hide the files?"

"You asked about a long and complicated story, but I'll go over the details with you another time—perhaps over Vino. Now, I think you need to do something more important."

"You're right—would you like to stay and help?"

"I would like to."

Hours pass as he copies the info from the data chip to his computer. At last, the files are loaded and ready for the program. "The ancient dialect is in a language unlike any I studied in the past. Let's start with the engineering and construction data. At least, we can read the lingo and tell if the decryption worked."

"Sounds reasonable to me."

Relo turns to him and says, "Wish us luck." He clicks the Icon and up comes a screen with the command stating 'ENTER NAME OF FILE TO BE DECRYPTED'. He enters the designation he assigned to the engineering and construction files. He presses the ENTER KEY. After a few seconds, a red exhibit pops up with instructions reading 'TO USE THIS ENCRYPTION PROGRAM INPUT THE PASSWORD.'

Startled, he turns to Mika and says, "This is unexpected—I didn't get the key. I can't believe Rue sent the code and didn't include the way in."

"Neither can I. Rue's brilliant—she wouldn't do something so foolish. Let's reevaluate everything you received. The access will be here somewhere. We must find the link."

"You're right—she wouldn't send the program without the key."

Sometime later, they finish reviewing everything, which came with the data chips, including the shipping envelopes. They find nothing. They sit and stare at the computer, bewildered.

"Well—let's repeat the process again," he says.

Another hour of work and still they find nothing. "Let's review the detail on the two she sent. Perhaps we missed something."

Several hours later, they finished analyzing the data chips with no positive results. A frustrated Relo reaches over and hits the reboot button. "Now why did I do that?" he mumbles. They sit in silence and wait for the computer to finish the rebooting process. At last, the desktop appears. He recognizes the Decryption Merge Icon, points, and clicks. Up comes the screen with the smiling cartoon face and the three words 'THE ENCRYPTION PROGRAM'.

They stare at the image. "I wonder why she called this the encryption instead of decryption software."

All of a sudden, he smiles and says with excitement, "This can't be..."

"Can't be what?"

"Wait a minute—" Relo activates the 'DECRYPTION MERGE ICON'. A display appears on the screen with the prompt 'ENTER NAME OF FILE TO BE DECRYPTED'. He enters the name. After a few seconds, a red display pops up with instructions reading 'TO USE THIS ENCRYPTION PROGRAM INPUT THE PASSWORD'. He types 'THE ENCRYPTION PROGRAM' into the block and hits the ENTER KEY. An image appears showing the same smiling sketch with a message which reads 'CONGRATULATIONS-YOU FOUND THE ANSWER—YOUR DATA IS BEING DECODED—ONE MOMENT PLEASE.'

He glances at him and smiles.

Mika grins and shakes his head in amazement."

"I refused to believe Rue would send the program without the key—the thing stared us in the face the whole time."

Soon, the screen flickers and up pops a list of names. "Each might be password protected. We're in trouble if the initial one asks for a key until we can write code to bypass the requirement." He clicks on the first file named MaterialProblem.dft. They wait with anxiety as the request is processed. Instantaneous, before their eyes is a text document with the title Translucent Material Defects. The paper, written by the ranking engineer at The Dome Project, spells out in detail the stoppage of the product and the types of losses.

"This is good stuff—nothing about a major component failure made The Broadcast News—more evidence of censorship. Let's analyze one more file." He proceeds to pull up a one named MaterialShortages.dft. The report outlines the severity of shortages since the MagnaTranz crash destroyed essential raw material and parts.

"They planned no safety stocks, so they must remanufacture all the damaged components," Mika says. "The news made a big deal about the thirty-five deaths and the fifty injuries, but they said nothing about the destruction of critical supplies. I wonder what other surprises these documents hold."

"I want to do some work on the ancient data this evening. Tell Kaamren we can decipher the files, but remind him I get a duplicate of them before I turn over the decryption program."

"Should The Commission decide not to give you a copy, I'll run duplicates myself and bring them to you."

"Thanks, but I made a deal with him. I want the documentation through official channels—I want to keep you out of trouble."

"I understand, but if they don't live up to their agreement, I don't blame you for not turning over the program. Remember, you'll get a copy of the files—one way or the other. Are you for real considering leaving Opaque and The Conversant?

SUPREME CHANCELLOR JERKA'S OFFICE - SEVERAL DAYS LATER

"Sir, Keiver Belan is here. Do you want to talk to him?" the voice over the intercom asks.

"Yes—yes, send him in."

He pushes back his chair, gets up, and walks across to meet him. "Hello, friend, what did you bring me?"

He glances back, and after the assistant closes the door, he says, "I did get hold of some information. You aren't going to believe this, but the script being siphoned from your account is going into Director Joanz's account—"

"You're bantering, aren't you?"

"No, sir, I'm not. I checked, and he made several inquiries of the balance. He is cognizant the funds are going in."

"You're sure?"

"I'm positive...I did the work myself. No one is aware of the investigation except you. What do you want done?"

"I want my script transferred to the past balance with interest, and all transaction histories erased. I wouldn't want anyone to track the actions back to me. Furthermore, erase the evidence, which moved the funds to his account. Make sure no electronic fingerprints are left in the CDC."

"What you ask is impossible—"

"No—no—no, Keiver, you're bright—you'll find a way."

"Will there be anything else, sir?"

"No—I want the bastard dead. Make a catastrophe happen."

"I beg your pardon?"

"What part did you not understand? Fix the accounts and kill Joanz—can I be more direct—oh yes. This conversation never took place." An evil glow shines in Jerka's eyes.

"Joanz is a NEX—"

"Yes—make sure he's killed in an unavoidable accident and on an accelerated timetable. You're dismissed."

A bewildered Belan leaves the office. He walks down the corridor and pushes a preset number on his communicator and gets an answer. "We're going to move faster than earlier planned. Set up a meeting of the principals for tomorrow morning in my conference room at the CDC."

ABYDOS MEDICAL CENTER

Jadan returns to the hospital. He showered, shaved, and slept for several hours. Riah's clothes are a bit tight, but he is much more energetic. At least, they are clean. He walks up the steps to the main entrance, his mobile buzzes. He stops, glances at the ID and answers, "Hello Relo, what's happening?"

"How is Kia?"

"She spoke to me earlier. Riah wanted me to go to his place for a shower, fresh clothes, and some sleep. I resisted, but she said go. To be sure, I asked her if she wanted me to go with him, and she said 'yes' and squeezed my hand. I'm returning to the Medical Center now. The staff is allowing me to stay with her, as long as I want. The family must honor visitation times."

"Excellent...Mika came by last evening and delivered my ancient data. He also, without the knowledge of the others, brought some of the engineering and construction info. The Decryption Program works—we read several of them. What they say and what The Broadcast News says are contradictory. The project's in serious trouble, but the government is stalling. In addition, I decrypted the ancient files. They're in a language no one has studied. I'm going to need help from an archaeological linguist. Are you familiar with one?"

"No, but I'll ask around, now the program is working. What if The Commission won't permit you to get copies of the rest of the engineering and construction data?"

"He came around. He assured me I will get a full set of the files with or without approval. Jadan, I'm through with the bickering and infighting. I decided to put out feelers to other resistance groups, and you need to consider doing the same."

"Whatever you think—you're more erudite in these matters than I. I'll follow your lead. What about Rue? Shall we pursue our conclusion?"

"Yes, but you're going to be tied up with Kia for some time. I will shuffle my schedule, and I'll go. Do you think Ryner can get me on The Mail Express?"

"Yes, he told me anytime I needed to make the trip to notify him. An option exists if all the seats are booked. A second sleeper berth is in the lead car for an extra operator on the much longer runs. I'm sure he'll do the same for you. Do you want me to contact him?"

"I need to take care of a few details, but I should be able to go tomorrow. Does he head back then?"

"He's gone but I'll call and find out when he'll be back. I'll keep you informed, but if I can't reach him, I'll leave him a message...talk to you soon."

He continues up the steps to the Medical Center, and a reporter jumps from an AeroBus parked nearby, and runs toward him. The camera crew is close behind. "Mr. Kanzz—" he shouts, "Please, tell me about Kia Nuggen's condition."

"You'll need to contact the Public Relations Department." He does not slow as he walks inside and catches the elevator to the second floor. Riah and his parents are in the waiting area. "How is she?"

"Well, she won't respond to any of us. The neurologist stopped by a while ago. He ruled out a blood clot. They think her brain swelled at the points of impact. They changed her treatment. For your information, she wouldn't react to the doctor or nurses. I think it's her way of keeping you close. Here he is now—Dr. Brison, can I get a minute? This is Jadan Kanzz. He is her friend and the one person who can get her to respond."

He extends his hand in greeting and says, "Good to meet you young man. Why don't you and I go to her and find out if you can help me extract some information? I need to understand how her brain function is working, in reality. I can read what the machines say, but nothing's better than patient feedback."

"I'll be happy to assist."

They enter the room, and the doctor signals him to be silent. They walk to the bed, and Dr. Brison takes her hand. He tells her to squeeze his hand if she is aware who he is. He receives no response. He says, "Kia, Jadan's here with me. Do you want me to authorize him to stay with you?"

He senses gentle pressure on his hand, and a delicate, "Yes," finds its way across her lips.

"Dear, he's going to sit here beside you and take your hand. I need for you to communicate to me through him."

He sits and takes her hand. "Kia, I'm here. Let's get the doctor the information he needs?" He detects a faint squeeze to his hand.

"I'm going to ask a series of yes and no questions. I want you to press his hand or say 'yes' for a positive answer, but if the response is 'no' you do nothing. Okay?"

She squeezes his hand with softness. He stares at the doctor and nods.

"Are you hurting?"

"Yes," Jadan says.

"Does your head hurt?"

"Yes."

"Are you in pain anywhere else?"

After a pause, he shakes his head.

"Can you open your eyes?

"Yes."

"I know this will elevate the hurting, but I need to examine them."

"Yes."

Dr. Brison bends over and stares as she opens her eyes a bit. "Can you distinguish light?"

"Yes."

"Can you move your feet?"

"Yes."

"Will you show me?"

"She says yes."

The doctor uncovers her feet and says, "Okay young lady, wiggle your digits."

They gaze at and detect a slight movement of her toes.

"Excellent, my dear. I'll let you rest now, and Jadan will be back in a few minutes."

He and Dr. Brison go down the corridor. "She's making progress, but her journey back will be long and painful. My young friend, she may need to relearn to walk as well as use of her hands and arms. We're working in a panic to get her swelling under control. You can give her a few ice chips, but they'll neither satisfy her thirst nor solve her dry mouth. She'll need you to keep her lips and mouth moistened with oil I'll order the nurses to bring. Should you need to be away for more than fifteen minutes, get one of her family members come in and cover for you. Soon as I can, I'll remove the breathing tube and supplement her external respiration with a more comfortable mask until she can breathe on her own. Ask the nurse on duty to page me if you need me. Questions...?"

"Doctor, what're her chances?"

"You aren't going to like my answer, but you asked, and you deserve the truth. I give her about a twenty-five percent probability of surviving, but if she does, she has about a fifty-fifty likelihood of recovering. She'll doubtless suffer some physical impairment. In any event, her days of athletic competition are over. I'm glad she can count on you. You're giving her a reason to tolerate the pain and recover. Without you, I don't think she would survive."

"Will you convey the message to her parents and grandfather? They don't approve of me. In particular, Gramps—he's insistent she marries an Annunaki with the right bloodline. I'm a problem for them. I'm a Commonuer, and she's not supposed to respond to me. I don't think any of us realized how serious her injuries are or how long the road to recuperation is going to be."

"I'll give the same information to them now. This is the most difficult part of my job." Dr. Brison turns and walks toward the waiting area.

OFGRAT SAFE HAVEN 3

Eath Marshon requested a meeting, which includes Betta, Renny, Kizzie, Bannon Eas, Commander Jasen, Colonel Baanar, and others. "We will discuss two orders of business. One—as some of you are aware, Masta Bhril disappeared without a trace. Some evidence leads us to conclude he's a prisoner in The Inner Dome. A few of us believe if we get him out, he'll be a valuable ally and source of knowledge. Renny is sure he can locate him, and Kahnn proposes a plan for helping him escape. Share your idea with the group."

"Tell me again, why you want him out after what he did to you?" she asks.

"Information...my lady...invaluable intelligence He's a brilliant and well-connected man. I will swallow my pride and help him break out if he'll give up important details for us," the doctor says.

"What if you get him out and he refuses to cooperate?" she asks.

"I'm willing to take the chance. By the way, this is not an OFGRAT sanctioned mission. I don't want to take the time to get the required approvals. If captured, we're on our own. The second part...we plan to leave instructions for a number of selected prisoners showing them the exit and explaining how to get out," the doctor says. "Go ahead Betta."

"Security is geared to keep people from breaking out, and no one expects a group to break in. Prior to my kidnapping and trip to The Inner Dome, the structure failures were common knowledge to a few in the hierarchy. The translucent material used in the outer shell became brittle and unsafe. To chip through the defects with a knife will be easy. The bad sections possess a hazy appearance. The more haze a panel displays, the more dangerous. The plan is for a group of four to break into The Inner Dome. Renny and I are familiar with the interior. We'll go. We need two volunteers."

"How do we get to the outer part of The Dome?" Eath asks.

"Sounds like I need one more," Betta says.

"You're right...I am the third...we need one more. Now, back to my question...?"

"We're going to hike in under the cover of darkness," he says.

"Where'll we get the special gear to cope with the lethal atmosphere in the Hell Zone?" the doctor asks.

"Bad air in the restricted zone's a myth. All part of the charade to keep the general population in their neat little boxes and out of the way," Kahnn says. "We'll take the MagnaTranz to the last stop before entering The Dome security perimeter. The trek begins at the designated spot and will take us about seven hours to get in, cut a hole, and enter the secured area. We'll breach the shell of the target the same way. Renny and I are aware of a supply room on the fourth level where we can get outfits, so we'll blend in. Surveillance is lax since the one-way out is almost escape proof. Once inside and dressed right, we won't arouse suspicion. We'll get one for Bhril. We first locate him, but we won't break him out of his cell until a little before dusk. We enter in the dark—we leave in the same way. Do you have questions?

Eas gazes at Kizzie. "I guess I'm the fourth." He evaluates her reaction. The expression on her face says she can't believe what she heard.

"The Quad Pack's now complete. Okay," Eath says. "Let's move on to the next topic. Tell the group what you learned about the impending catastrophe, Renny. Soon as you finish, Bannon will tell us about his experiences."

"Well—I worked as an electrician at The Dome Project. I'm also a computer junkie. One evening things came to a halt, and I got bored. No one occupied the terminal in the area where I happened to be—so I sat down and started messing around, since the last user forgot to sign off his or her security access. After a few attempts, I found my way into the CDC and a menu. I stumbled on a file named ImpendingCatastrophe.dft. My curiosity got the best of me, so I clicked on it and up popped a screen full of information and a star map. I started reading, and the narrative went something like this."

In the years preceding the Great War, the Atlanteans placed a cosmological observatory on the backside of Goliath. They went all out in the study and mapping of the cosmos. They determined our galaxy and another are on an inevitable collision course—at the exact instant, the security detail arrived. The program I opened set off a series of alarms... _The End_... I woke up in The Inner Dome, and the rest is history."

"Bannon—tell us of what you are aware," Eath says.

Eas begins. "Knowledge of a select group is the fact we're on a crash course with another object. The details rank among the most classified in the scientific community and government. Let me give you a short overview, and we can discuss the specifics later. Here's what we are sure of. Pegasea is moving toward the underside of Milkia, at a 49.3-degree angle. We also recognize a slow but definite wobble of the other world of 16.25-degrees on either side of the ecliptic median. At the time, the galaxy is at the extreme bottom is the time any interface or influence on us happens. We believe the activity takes place every 2.25 million years, and lasts for about 1,000 years. They will begin to merge, and the speed will accelerate."

"How soon will the event happen?" Marshon asks.

"We think the merger will be complete in about a millennium. The possibility is at some point, the interaction could cause a cataclysm, which might destroy both."

"Why didn't the amateur astronomers discover the new galaxy?" Eath asks with doubts.

"My question too," Kizzie says.

"Some did—from the one spot atop Mt. Millen, which is the tallest mountain on the planet. No other place exists above the haze, where the cosmos is visible. A few climbers interested in astronomy scaled the peak with radio telescopes. They brought back some interesting data, but the government and scientific community debunked them. The changes they're observing are so slow and minuscule the official stance is the routine stellar drift. By the way, the bureaucracy banned all mountaineers from Mt. Millen. Bureaucrats, fearing someone might be killed, declared a safety moratorium.

The Milkia Galaxy isn't visible to the surface of Nibiru. Its center is about three degrees offset to our north pole. The haze over the northern 28% of the planet limits the scope of astronomical study and mapping using ground-based telescopes. We've been aware for millennia Atlant placed an electron telescope on Goliath. About 30 years ago, Intelligence discovered some ancient documentation about the apparatus. 10 years passed during the translation and decoding of the data. We reactivated the device by remote control, and we've been receiving telemetry for about 20 years. Soon, after the reactivation, we confirmed the inevitable collision."

"Bannon and I held several discussions on the subject, and I told him I wanted to examine the information from Goliath. The computer and a book of sky maps lay on the corner of his desk when he opened the folder and turned to an ancient black-and-white document of an unfamiliar part of...Oops, sorry—I should keep quiet and not interrupt," Kizzie says.

"This is a visual aid of our section of the galaxy and our solar system 25,000 years ago." Eas projects the image on the wall. "Can you distinguish this dot?" He points to a speck on the map. "Evaluate the connection to us." He places special emphasis on the spot. He moves to the next example. "Here's our target. Can you make out its relationship to our system?" He goes to a third chart. "This is the same section of space as the previous two, and each reflects 10,000 year snapshots in time. Can you identify our point of interest now?"

"Yes," Dr. Marshon says. "Is the entity a meteorite or comet?"

"No, it's a planet of almost equal size as Nibiru. What else do you comprehend?

"Our solar system and the object are getting closer. Are we on an impact course?" Kahnn asks.

"The mystery is yet to be answered. Each additional map shows the harbinger of death coming nearer to us—and the record ends with abruptness. We don't understand if a near miss occurred or not. We can hope archeologists turn up some new data. Geologists tell us at about the same time, major geological upheavals happened on our world. The evidence also suggests the object passed close enough to affect our magnetic poles, the tilt of the planet, and made our orbit more elliptical. About the same time, our fourth and the most distant moon disappeared."

Bannon returns to his computer and projects an earlier viewed black-and-white star chart. He moves the image to the left and adds a colored visual to the screen. "What do you recognize?"

"They're of the same section of sky?" Baanar asks.

"You're correct, and the one on the right is made about 25,000 years later and adjusted for stellar drift." He analyzes their facial expressions as they begin to grasp the implications.

"Is this one on the left one of the ancient charts you displayed earlier?" Kizzie asks.

"Yes, the first one I showed you. Do you make out the speck? The dot to the right—the planet of ages past—the one, which caused havoc during the flyby of Nibiru. The spot is on both maps." He points them out on the screen. The expression on his face becomes one of alarm, as the inference begins to come into focus. "Are we on a collision course?" the colonel asks.

"We must hope for another miss, and for the rogue plant to be much farther away than before. The same distance as before or closer and we can hypothesize the unbelievable devastation." Eas is somber as he speaks. "The government is preparing to put a satellite into space to monitor the approach."

"I didn't realize we can launch spaceship," Commander Jasen says.

"Few in the bureaucracy and academia are aware of the situation. I overheard, by accident, Dr. Zea discussing his hypothesis with a high-ranking official. He turned and gazed at me with a shocked stare on his face. He later told me this event was one of the most sensitive issues of all times. If some found out I learned of it, I would no doubt end up dead, he emphasized. In all honesty, I'm horrified. I debated for a long time, whether I should tell. My life is now in the hands of all in this room," he says.

They sit in silence staring into each other's faces. The impact of his statement is horrifying.

"Are you positive this is the same planet?" a leading scientist in the group asks. He is searching for an explanation contradicting the obvious.

"From what I understand, little doubt exists." Bannon assures him. He shows them several more slide comparisons. All appear to support his conclusion.

"Well—this helps explain why they got so upset with me for poking around in the CDC," Renny says. "I guess I am lucky to be alive."

"Let's assume you're correct about The Inner Dome being a spacecraft under construction. A small group plans to leave the planet," Colonel Baanar says. "I wonder who?"

### CHAPTER 19

Raefell Nuggen Visits Jerka

SUPREME CHANCELLOR JERKA'S OFFICE

He picks up the ringing communicator, "Yes?" He asks, irritated at being disturbed.

"Sir, did you expect Raefell Nuggen and a group?" She whispers into the mouthpiece.

"No, why do you ask?"

"Well, they're here and demanding to meet with you—now."

"Tell them I'll be with them in a few minutes."

Moments later, the device buzzes again. "Now, what do you want?"

"They're angry and told me to tell you now means now—not later."

He slams the apparatus down, gets up, and storms toward the door, which he yanks open. Raefell and nine other high-ranking NEX are standing before him. His temper retreats, and he says, "Please gentlemen—come in. Can my assistant bring you some Kava?"

"This isn't a social call," Nuggen says with bluntness, as he closes the office door after the last person. "The Chair and I are taking a lot of heat from the group about The Dome Project. All my inquiries reveal the project's going at a crawl, and things aren't getting better. Did Keiver Belan discover what happened to the engineering and construction data?"

"No, he hasn't, but he's working at a feverish pace to support engineering's efforts to recreate the data—"

"Pay attention Chancellor. A number of NEX is calling for your resignation. They also want you and Milda taken off the ' _Fresh Start List'_. Get things under control and back on schedule, or the plan won't save anyone."

"What more can you expect from me?"

"Jerka, we got you elected because you convinced the right people you would get the project back on schedule. Now you say you can't. What resources do you need you don't possess?"

"You gave me everything I asked for, but—"

"You get thirty days to get the job on plan or—trust me—you don't want me to finish the sentence."

The group departure is as abrupt as their arrival.

ABYDOS MEDICAL CENTER

He is sitting by Kia's side holding her hand. His head is on the bed, and he sleeps. He awakens to a tug at his hand, and a weak voice says, "Jadan, I'm thirsty."

He struggles to regain his composure from a deep sleep. He stands and gazes into her face. Her eyes open more than before, and he can detect the blue through the puffy slits. "Did I dream or did you speak to me?"

He listens as she labors to talk over the obstructions. "I'm parched. Water, please."

He takes a spoon and gives her several pieces of chipped ice. "I want water—please."

"Love, you can consume a few chips—doctor's orders."

"I'm so thirsty—please."

"Let me get the nurse—I'll be right back." He goes to the nurse's station fast as he can walk. "Kia is begging for water. What can I do?"

"She asked you for water?" the head nurse asks.

"Yes, and she told me she was thirsty. She's moving her body a little. Can I give her a drink?"

"Dr. Brison is in the hospital. I'll page him and get him to come to the room right away, but no water until we've talked to him."

He passes back by the waiting area, and he glances in. None of her family is present. He goes back to the room and takes her hand. "He will be here before long. Until he arrives, I can give you a few more ice chips. The water can make you sick, and you're in no condition to get nauseous. Hang on, my Love."

"Please, help me move my legs."

Jadan gazes as she wiggles her toes. She lays in the same position for days, unless the nurses bathe, and reposition her.

"What's going on in here?" The doctor enters the room with a smile. "I understand our girl's talking more." He reviews the stats on the monitors. He opens her right eye with caution and flashes a light across the pupil. "Pupils are responding well." He checks her pulse, heart, and lungs. "Do you think we can raise you?"

"Yes," she whispers.

He begins raising the head of the bed. "Tell me whether I need to stop." He raises her about forty-five degrees and presses the nurse's call button.

"This is Dr. Brison, and I'm in Kia Nuggen's room. I need a small oxygen mask and some cleaning materials. I'm going to remove the breathing tube and determine her ability to respire on her own. In addition, order and expedite a small cup of hot broth."

Soon, the nurse arrives with the supplies.

"Well—let's take care of the painful process first," he says with empathy. He gradually begins removing the material holding the tube in place. He uses a special cleaner, on a swab, to loosen the adhesive. Angry red strips replace the tape on her delicate skin. Kia yields to the gagging sensation as the doctor removes the device. "Okay—now you should be more comfortable. How are you?"

"Better," she says as she tries to control her swollen tongue.

"Good..." He is watching the monitor measuring the oxygen in her blood. After a few minutes, he turns to the nurse, "Her O2 level is acceptable. We'll leave the mask off for one hour out of every five, as long as she doesn't activate the low-oxygen alert. She may consume up to sixty milliliters of soup every two hours, but stop should nausea occurs."

He faces Jadan and continues his instructions. "This number shows the oxygen saturation in her blood and must not drop below ninety, or an alarm bell will sound here and at the nurses' station. Place this mask over her nose and mouth and the strap behind her head. Press this button to start the flow. The reading should begin to improve at once, but if it doesn't, get a nurse in here right away. Should she become nauseous, call for help. Can you think of questions I need to answer?"

He shakes his head.

The trauma over, the doctor administers a sedative, and Kia drifts off to sleep.

He turns to Jadan. "I would like to talk to you in private."

Dr. Brison leads him down the hall to a consultation room. He closes and leans against the door. "My observation tells me an intimate relationship exists between you two. Seldom is one's recovery so dramatic and affected by the presence and support of a specific individual."

"Sir, she's the most important person in the world to me. I'm living in horror not knowing whether she'll survive. Whatever is required for her to recover, I'm here for her." Tears pool in his eyes.

"I believe you are telling the truth. Kia's pregnancy, did you have knowledge about her condition?"

"Pregnant, I didn't...?"

"Like I thought—Kia aborted twin fetuses soon after she arrived at the hospital. By law, I'm mandated to enter the fact into her medical records, but I'm not required to notify her family. I don't plan to tell them, but anyone with access to her health history can tell she became pregnant out of unity. The daughter of one of the nurses is a student at Abydos University. She is acquainted with the two of you and shared classes. She told her mother you were one of the most brilliant computer minds on campus." He hands Jadan a small piece of paper with a file name. "The law requires me to make the entry—I'm not responsible to make sure the entry stays. A hint to the wise should be sufficient—" Dr. Brison opens the door, smiles, and says, "You need to get back and check on your lady."

He is speechless as they walk back to her room. His thoughts are running rampant as he considers the possibilities. _Kia pregnant—forced abortion—public shame—dropping out of school—Gramps. Heaven forbid should Gramps find out. I'm sure of her chastity. No questions exist in my mind. Am I ready for a lifetime commitment? Will she unify with me, a Commonuer? What kind of life can I give her? So many questions—and so few answers._

Outside the room, the doctor gazes at Jadan and says, "I gave you some grim statistics a few days ago. I want to modify those numbers. I would say her chances of survival increased from twenty-five percent to about eighty. I would also place her having to learn to walk and use her arms again down to about thirty. She's showing remarkable signs of recovery, but she faces a long road ahead. Your presence seems to be doing more for her than the medications." He smiles, pats him on the shoulder, and walks away.

He proceeds back into the room. A stunned appearance is on his face as he goes over to her, sits on the chair, and takes her hand.

Sometime later, as the sedative wears off, Kia spots the distressed expression on his face.

"Do you bring bad news?"

"Quite the contrary—Dr. Brison's optimism rises each day."

She drifts off to sleep. Jadan senses the buzz of his communicator, glances at the caller ID, and hurries into the hallway.

"How is she?" Relo asks.

"Much better...thanks for asking. What's up?"

"Kaamren came through. I possess a pocket full of chips containing the engineering and construction data. I gave him the decryption program. Get me on the Mail Express, and I'll go to Krest to locate Rue. I can review some of the files on the trip down and back. In addition—I got a call from Dr. Marshon. He's not aware we're part of Opaque and The Conversant. He's encouraging you and me to make application to one of the resistance groups. He says the movement needs our expertise. Several members hold dual membership in other organizations. What do you think?

"Do you favor a particular one?"

"I desire to be aligned with the doctor again. I think any organization, which can sell itself to him must be top notch. He'll get us the forms when we want to request invitations."

"First the priorities—let me contact Ryner. I'll call you back when I reach him. In the meantime, I'll consider the doctor's wishes. I must go—Kia is stirring."

Three hours later, Jadan calls Relo. "He makes a quick turn this evening at 1800. Meet him at the Mail Express Terminal at 1700. You can ride free in the extra sleeper. Stop by the Medical Center on your way to the station. I brought some maps and other information for you. I want you to find a young lady for me."

"Is Kia aware?"

"Oh—you're taking this wrong. She showed kindness to me while I visited the city. I want you to explain what happened and why I left so fast. I think she bought a new outfit for me. Pay her and I'll repay you when you get back. Be careful, she's quite charming."

KEIVER BELAN'S CONFERENCE ROOM AT THE CDC

"My guest and I aren't to be disturbed," he says to his assistant.

"Gentlemen, thank you for coming. I wouldn't ask on such short time frame, but this is important. The supreme is out of control. He ordered me to assassinate Director Ravi Joanz and create the appearance of an accident. He siphoned funds out of Chancellor Jerka's account. He's furious and instructed me to transfer the script back with interest and erase all evidence from the CDC."

"You can't delete the records," one of the men says in disbelief. "First, Joanz's a NEX and head of the Ministry of Law and Order. His death will trigger an investigation with no resources spared. To destroy files from the Central Data Computer is impossible. He's setting you up. Should you go down, so do the rest of us."

"He's putting enormous pressure on me to resolve the engineering and construction information problems. I can't live like this. He's demanding the absurd and posing veiled threats should I fail. I welcome your suggestions?"

"He must die no doubt. We've been prepared for some time, and his death must appear to be ordinary to prevent an investigation. I'm aware of a chemic which one drop will stop a man's heart. Furthermore, the compound isn't detectable in an autopsy. The venom of a reptile found in the jungles of Atlant is the source," another says.

"Okay, we have one possibility," Belan says. "Are there other ideas?"

"He falls in the shower and break his neck," says yet another.

"I don't like the recommendations Keiver says, "Natural causes must be the diagnosis. An accident's also liable to trigger an investigation. You're sure the poison can't be detected?"

"The compound worked for sometime by a group in government for political assassinations. No one discovered the use in any of the thirty plus cases I'm aware of," says the man.

"Are you part of an assassination team?"

"No I'm not, but a friend is. I find this alarming so much hate exists within the NEX. Let's wait, Nuggen and some of the other high rollers may take him out for us."

"I don't think I can last too long," he says.

"I agree," says another. "Jerka must go now."

"How difficult is getting the chemical?" Belan asks.

"To get the venom is easy, but dosing the chancellor will be the bigger challenge. I'll get the substance, but I won't be a participant in the actual poisoning him." The man is unyielding.

"How does one administer the compound?" Keiver asks.

"Results are faster injected by needle, but by mouth will work."

MAGNATRANZ STOP AT THE CENTER OF ABYDOS

The Quad Pack made up of Betta, Marshon, Eas, and Renny, assembled on the platform waiting for the outbound train to The Dome. Each is dressed in black from head to foot and carries a backpack. Far removed from the other passengers, they do one more run-through of the plan. Once they leave the train at the security perimeter, they will move into an abandoned warehouse and remain until nightfall. They prepare, including putting black smudges on their hands and faces.

The evening is bright with Neva and Eva, The Sisters, at half-moon. They strap on their backpacks and double check communicators, timepieces and other electronic devices to make sure none are capable of making a sound. With their night-vision goggles, they head off into the night.

Hour after hour, they trudge through the dense undergrowth. Into the sixth hour, they recognize the outer shell. "I hate to tell you, but The Inner Dome is on the back side," Kahnn says.

"My feet are killing me," Eath says. "Think we can rest for a while?"

"Okay, take fifteen."

Prior to dawn, they reach the outside wall. "Here's our entry point." Renny pulls a large knife and a small handsaw from his backpack. He stares with awareness at the sections, selecting one with the most haze. He needs ten minutes to bore a small hole through the defective material. They take turns cutting an opening big enough to gain access to both domes. Soon, all four are inside and hurrying along behind him as he leads them to a dark secluded area where they will spend the remainder of the day.

"Later in the day, I'll get the uniforms we'll need. The rest of you'll wait here," Renny says. "For now, let's eat and get some sleep. We'll alternate guard duty, on two-hour shifts. I'll take the first shift. You decide who'll be second, third and fourth."

Near sundown, he returns with the outfits. "I hope they fit." Soon, they will change clothes. "Get the camouflage off. Dirty faces are common in here, but the markings aren't. I spotted Bhril's cell."

"Good," Marshon says.

"No...a sentry is posted."

"Now what do we do?" Eas asks.

After some thought Kahnn says in a whimsical tone, "We will relieve him."

"Okaaaay—who wants to explain the details to me?" the doctor asks.

"One of the uniforms Renny brought back is a police uniform. I spent enough time here, so my face should be somewhat familiar to the guard. I'm betting he won't be able to place me. I'll walk up about thirty minutes before the routine shift change and tell him I couldn't sleep and decided to relieve him ahead of time. Let's assume he doesn't cooperate, and then I'll knock him out with this pipe," Kahnn says. "I will approach the sentinel, and the rest of you'll come meandering down the hallway. Lack of cooperation and we'll need to subdue him before he can radio for backup. Renny, don't forget the keys."

"Right, I brought them."

"The simplicity of the plan scares me." Bannon confesses.

"After reaching the third level, we'll split into teams. We'll go up the stairs on each end of the corridor to the fourth floor. We should all get there at the same time and start down the hall toward the guard. Questions?" Kahnn asks. "Okay, let's go."

They arrive at the same time on the third-floor hallway. They wait while Eath and Bannon reach the opposite stairwells. On cue, they go up the stairs, emerging on the fourth floor, and he starts down the corridor toward the guard with Renny about ten paces behind.

He walks up to the man with confidence. "You seem to be tired. I couldn't sleep so I thought I might relieve you early."

"I appreciate your generosity," he says. "I'm exhausted. I prefer anything but stand stationary sentinel duty."

"I sympathize with what you say. I'm glad the evening shifts are four hours," Betta says.

Renny walks on by and determines things are going according to the plan.

"Thanks, I need a cool glass of Vino followed by a Mountain Joy," the man says.

"The stuff will make you crazy."

The sentry laughs as he trudges down the hallway in the direction they came. He descended the stairs before they start. "Eath, you go to the stairwell on one end of the hall, and Bannon. You go to the other. Hit the warning beeper on your communicator with two short beeps, should anyone come on this floor,"

Renny fumbles with the keys searching for one to open the windowless door. After inserting several, he finds a match. He opens the cell and turns on the light, awakening a startled Bhril. They step inside and lock the door behind them.

"What're you doing here, and who's this?" he asks as his eyes adjust to the sudden brightness.

"His name isn't important. We're here to free you."

"You're brilliant. How do you plan to pull off a miracle? No one gets out of here alive."

"We got out and we got back in, didn't we?"

"What do you mean back in? Do you expect me to believe you escaped this place? Don't be absurd...I think you lost your mind. Why would I assume the person—uuh friend—who bungled the project would try to break me out of The Inner Dome? Did the chancellor send you to assassinate me? My death will solve a number of his problems. I die trying to escape or some inmate assassinates me, who would ever find out?"

Betta, understanding things are not going well, decides to withhold the particulars of the rescue plan.

"Here's the proposition—you'll become part of a resistance faction and live in seclusion with the group. In exchange for your freedom and livelihood, you'll be expected to provide intricate details about the corrupt inner workings of the government and the NEX," he says.

Renny stands nearby with his arms crossed and a gaze of distrust on his face.

"You must be out of your mind. I'll die before I give you the information you're wanting. Are you and Connee planning to eliminate me so you can take each other and all my wealth? Yes—I'm aware of the two of you, so why you are in here."

Kahnn senses his anger rising. His face flushes and veins stand out on his neck and forehead. "So you think you put me in here—not the chancellor? No...no...no...you initiated the plan. Too bad Jerka beat you to the punch. He moved me in here because I refused his blackmail attempt to betray you. Thank you for shedding light on your intentions. Give me the syringe and hold him for me."

Renny reaches into his backpack and removes a pre-filled hypodermic, a tube of paste, and a flat applicator. The chemical will render Bhril unconscious and in a comatose state for about five days. He won't be thinking straight for another four or so.

He grabs the struggling man and subdues him. Kahnn injects the pharmaceutical into his left shoulder. "You need to drink a lot of water. The liquid must sustain your body for up to six days. You may dehydrate and die if you don't consume enough fluids before you become unconscious. Oh yes—Eath Marshon is standing guard in the hall. He sends his regards."

A surprised appearance comes to Bhril's face as he detects the serum begin to work its way through his body.

Betta hands him a large glass of water and says, "Drink fast—you get about two minutes."

"Wait I changed...

"Too late—remember as you rot away in here, Eath and I wish you well."

They exit and secure the door. "Hold on, we need to do one more thing." He opens the tube, squirts the key slot full, and smoothes the outer surface. "This stuff gets so hard they'll need to cut the lock open with a torch."

The four of them hasten to the staging area where they spent the day. They begin to change back into their own clothing, and Renny says to Kahnn, "Give me the uniform. I need to handle a little unfinished business. I still need to place the escape plans into the personal lockers of a number of individuals who deserve a chance to get out of here. I wish we could get everyone out, but the aspiration is impossible."

"You get one and a half hours. Should you fail to return on time, we'll assume something went wrong, and we'll depart without you. Do you understand?" Marshon asks.

"Fair enough." He walks away at a rapid pace.

"We won't go without him, will we?" Bannon asks.

"To do what he plans to do will take about twenty minutes. Should he not be back on time, we must conclude he's been captured. To do otherwise would put us in jeopardy. Yes, we'll depart without him."

THE BROADCAST NEWS AND SPORTS

For the last hour, the news repeated much of the same information as the previous thirty days. The wording and presentation changed, but the content is the same. The metal spraying program carries on, and The Dome Project is back on schedule—genetic research continues to make considerable progress. The propaganda goes to the latest round of tariff increases will benefit the lower two pay tiers at the expense of the top two. Supreme Chancellor Jerka's Integrity Party, under his leadership, is making enormous strides solving the problems left behind by his predecessor and the Foundation Party.

The evening is the peak Tello viewing time. They broadcast a series of spots promoting items for remodeling houses and condos—the latest paint and wallpaper products—a fresh line of clothing made from a fabric, which adjusts to temperature changes—new footwear and more. All those in the lower pay tiers are targets of the advertisements.

With no warning, the music changes to a guitet solo. The melody is beautiful, and the sharp contrast from the previous program is captivating. People with the Tello playing in the background, stop. They spin and stare because of the distinct dissimilarity and volume of the composition.

ABYDOS MEDICAL CENTER

Kia is improving at a surprising rate with Jadan by her side around the clock. She finished feeding herself her evening meal. "Will you please turn on the Tello? Perhaps something fresh is on The Broadcast News."

He points the remote, and activates the screen. He is startled to hear to one of his best pieces, and she recognizes the tune as well. They are stunned, as the program displays Chancellor Jerka's mansion and compound. The music continues, and at once, the tape switches to selected excerpts from Milda's birth celebration. Within the complex, the camera scans and reveals close-up views of servants caring for the grounds, the tiny servants' quarters, a huge enclosed swimming pool, and more. Across the bottom of the screen is a banner explaining the content. Five seconds later, the picture and subtitles switch to Supreme Chancellor Jerka's Atlant compound.

She is speechless as they continue to pore over the insert, which flashes the display stating, ' _ONE OF THREE COMPOUNDS OWNED BY RAEFELL NUGGEN'._ He glances at Kia. An appearance of total shock washes over her. Her chin drops in awe.

"Aren't they playing your music?" she asks. "Are you aware of this? Is someone pulling a cruel hoax?"

He is astonished as they review the film for three complete cycles before he presses the mute button. "Kia—I promise you—I don't understand how my composition got attached to the video. I found out about the Escapades and the extravagant lifestyles of many of the high-ranking Annunaki in bureaucratic circles. Should the rumors be true and my music traced back to me, I'm in big trouble—even though I didn't participate."

"Gramps wouldn't be a party to something so deceptive."

"Kia, I'm not privy to much information about Gramps's involvement in politics, but I got word from multiple sources. He's one of the two most powerful men on the planet."

The video continues with close-up shots of the chancellor, Nuggen, and other top government officials so all can witness their mansions and lavish ways of living. The up-to-date script balances of the identified individuals reveal massive wealth. The real time transactions into and out of their accounts are displayed.

Every ten seconds, a bright-red screen appears with a flashing message reading. 'YOUR TARIFF PAYMENTS AT WORK'.

The communicator traffic overloads the circuits for the first time, with people in the lower pay tiers calling friends and relatives to be sure, they are watching. Across the occupied world, so many Tellos are turned on at once the power grid suffers a temporary overloaded.

In addition, a group of senior Annunaki and NEX try to find out what is happening. The instant the mystery broadcast begins, all communicators in the control center go dead, allowing no calls in or out. Pandemonium spreads as technicians attempt to restore the original programming.

The two-minute transmission repeats seven times before ending with the same abruptness as the beginning. The communications are back on within an hour. Attempts by the staffers of high-ranking governmental officials to find out what is happening jammed the circuits.

They sit and gaze in disbelief as The Broadcast News continues as though nothing abnormal happened. "This is supposed to be a live program. Why didn't they mention the interruption?" Jadan asks.

Fifteen minutes later, a different pundit interrupts. "We apologize for the confusion, but somehow the feed got switched to excerpts from a fiction submittal to The Broadcast Movies for review. For obvious reasons, we rejected the film. Once again—we're sorry for the distraction. Now back to our normal programming."

Someone forgot to stop the tape. They prerecorded the 'LIVE' program and made the fact apparent. To raise further suspicion, the commentator on the usual show didn't refer to the news update.

Kia says, "All on The Broadcast is prerecorded—including the 'LIVE, REAL TIME' programs."

"Also censored...someone hijacked the channel. I don't believe the strange transmission resulted from a snafu in their programming."

Kia's thoughts go to Gramps. He is away on trips much more than he is at the condominium. She quizzed him in the past, and he would say, "Business." Her mind is overwhelmed with questions.

The Broadcast News continues with no further explanation of the rogue disruption. The usual array of advertisements shows new products, which and how they will improve the quality of life. "Now—the sports begin, and we'll switch to our reporter live at Abydos Medical Center, where Nuggen's recovering at a remarkable pace." The image of a beautiful blond-haired woman comes on the screen. "Corron—what can you tell us?"

"I'm here at the infirmary where she is hospitalized since collapsing into a coma soon after winning the Waal-baal Championship. You'll recall. She collapsed after the Awards and Trophy Ceremony from what doctors thought at the time to be a blood clot on her brain. For several days, she remained comatose and unresponsive. Her condition is believed to be critical. She began to show some signs of responsiveness when a handsome young Abydos University student by the name of Jadan Kanzz came to visit. He's been by her side almost full time. Will we be following an exciting and fresh romance in the news? This reporter thinks the possibility is good.

We can't interview her at the insistence of her family, but the AMC spokesperson confirms she's recovering as expected. She might get to leave the Medical Center soon, but her competitive days are over.

Now—here's an update on Donn Ridzer. Officials at the AMC tell us Ridzer's arm is healing, but the extensive damage will take time. This reporter doubts he'll be a serious contender in the future. Never in the history of the sport did two competitors display such a commitment to win. We'll continue to report as conditions change—now back to the sports," Corron says.

"Remarkable stories of two amazing people—" The commentator adds.

### CHAPTER 20

The Mystery Broadcast

GRAMPS' COMPOUND IN THE ESCAPADES

He receives an urgent message in time for him to catch the last cycle and a half of the rogue transmission. The video of his complex appears on the screen along with the banner showing one of his three compounds. He jumps up, screams, and throws his glass of Vino into the Tello, shattering both. "How in damnation can this happen? Someone will pay."

A petite, dark-skinned servant cowers at the outburst, and hurries from the room. In the kitchen, several of the servants view the message on a small monitor suspended from the ceiling. "The Master's furious," signs one of them, "things will be harsh around here for a while. We need to avoid him as much as possible. Let's hope he returns to Abydos," they continue signing to one another. They recognize the repeated noise of things breaking in his study.

"Get my MagnaTranz ready—" Gramps yells into the communicator. "We'll leave in twenty minutes." He turns to his wife sitting across from him. "I'll get to the bottom of this—regardless of how long the task takes."

"I plan to go to the mountain compound day after tomorrow," she says.

"Good—I'll meet you soon."

OFGRAT HEADQUARTERS

The Quad Pack's return is safe.

Renny planted escape plans in the personal lockers of dozens of his most trusted associates, sliding the folded papers through the louvered vents in the locker doors. Prior to leaving, they broke a large piece of translucent material into small pieces, careful to remove all traces of having been present. The area appears as one massive failure.

Eath Marshon and a group, including Bannon Eas, Betta Kahnn, Renny, Kizziah Jayne, Colonel Leahn Baanar, and others are fixated on the Tello. He checks his timepiece. "Any second now."

They cheer when the rogue programming starts, and each settles back to enjoy the entire seven cycles. They listen as they wait for the response from The Broadcast News.

After the explanation, Kahnn says, "They gave the most unprofessional elucidation possible, and they bungled the continuation of the return to the regular program making obvious the lineup is prerecorded. They did us a favor with their shoddy handling of the situation."

"Yes, they did," the colonel says. "I hope the majority of the viewers figure this out."

"Are we planning to make another transmission?" Renny asks.

"The plan is for the same time for future broadcasts. The contingency depends on getting the Mobile Interface moved to another protected site. We think a record number of people will be captivated at the same time tomorrow. We want to exploit the message, but the security of the equipment is priority."

"What'll be included in the next transmission?" Bannon asks.

"We again include the script account updates of the stars of today's program. Now's the time to reveal the prospect of the rogue planet making a flyby. We want to play the event down as much as possible until we understand the timing better. We want to raise the possibility and expose the real happenings in The Inner Dome. Each broadcast will include a streaming banner showing the running balance of our star's script accounts, since the previous day's revealing," Leahn says.

"How many transmissions?" Kahnn asks.

"Four for sure...the fourth program will contain the Fresh Start List and put real targets on the individuals involved. We'll televise as many as we can without jeopardizing the overall mission of OFGRAT," Colonel Baanar says.

"How did you get the names?" Kizzie asks.

"Our analysts found a reference to the plan in one of the engineering files stolen by The Conversant of Opaque. I brought the file name to our people, who worked with fervor to locate and download the data," the colonel says. "Three days ago, they succeeded. The NEX and their wives are the elite passengers. Our engineers reviewed the drawings and specifications of the spacecraft, and concluded ample room and life support is available for one thousand people for five years with basic needs. The boarding manifest is for two hundred two. A detailed load inventory of the personal items the NEX and their wives intend to take is a disgrace. Surviving isn't enough—they plan to take an unbelievable listing of luxury items. They're willing to let eight hundred people die so they can continue to enjoy many of their extravagances. Thus far, our people failed to find the planned destination."

"I wonder where the music came from?" Kizzie asks. "The melody is one of the most beautiful and captivating pieces I listened to."

"The background tune is written and played by a member of The Conversant. We didn't get his permission the purpose is served so well, we decided to go ahead. I'll ask Commander Jasen to contact Jadan, and make him aware. He'll be in grave danger if the piece is linked to him."

"The next thing I want to suggest," Baanar says, "is consideration to invite The Conversant to join OFGRAT. They compiled a large amount of data and resources, which would be invaluable to the cause. They're part of Opaque, and they're having trouble with some of their fraternity brothers. Booze and sex are more important than the missions. They're _PLEASURE NOW_ oriented. I can tell you this—they're the ones who shut down The Dome Project and commandeered many of the engineering and construction files. You're aware. I and several others enjoy the benefit of joint membership."

"Sounds like an excellent idea to me," Kizzie answers. "Should the rogue globe stay on track, we're going to need to pool the best resources of the planet if we hope to survive."

Those present agree, and Baanar is to request a meeting with the leaders of OFGRAT.

SUPREME CHANCELLOR'S OFFICE

Jerka is at his desk receiving a briefing on the bedlam in the street outside the government compound wall. Several hundred people, with banners demanding an explanation of the broadcasts, are marching and chanting. "Get them out of the road. The Articles prohibit unapproved demonstrations such as this—we can't allow the trend to keep growing—use whatever means necessary, but disperse the crowd. I give you my approval to use as much force as required to end this now." He shouts orders to Director Joanz. "Do this right for once." He slams down the communicator.

Moments later, he picks up the device and dials a number. "Keiver—how the hell did this happen? How did you let The Broadcast get hijacked?"

Keiver cringes. His anger flares at another of Jerka's attacks. He reached the point the subject no longer matters if he is right or not _. I withstood all the brow beatings I can handle. For sure, no one is stupid enough to try hijacking the same programming another_ time. He brings himself to say, "More intimidation won't happen again."

"You better not, or you're a dead man. Do you understand?" Jerka is enraged.

Moments later, his intercom buzzes. "Yes?" he barks at the desk set.

"Your niece's here as you requested. Would you like me to send her in?"

"Yes."

The door opens, and his niece enters. He stands and says, "Take a seat. This won't take long."

Liza sits down with a puzzled expression on her face. "Why'd you want me to come, Uncle?"

"My brother would turn over in his crypt if he understood what I learned. I told you when I started your allowance not to embarrass me, and you agreed." His anger is raging.

"Yes—I did agree. Why are you so upset?"

"I find the facts embarrassing enough to learn you're so promiscuous you need three back street abortions. Now, I find out you're pregnant by Klyn Joanz." Jerka displays an evil stare. "A total of four unauthorized pregnancies—how do you think I will appear to the powers if the word gets out? You must understand if my family doesn't come across as disciplined, how will the leaders judge me? Effective tomorrow, I am cutting off your pocket money. I might consider reinstatement if you clean up your act. You're an embarrassment to the entire clan."

"He and I plan to be unified before my condition is—"

Jerka interrupts. "The hell you will...I called in a government doctor—the baby will be aborted now—right here in this office." He stands with his face flushed and veins protruding.

With calmness, Liza reaches for her bag and pulls out a tube about a quarter of a meter long. She places the piece to her lips and makes a muffled spitting sound. Faster than Jerka's ability to react, a small object flies from the end and strikes him in the throat. On his face is an expression of shock and disbelief. Moments later, he collapses face down, on the floor.

She hurries over, removes the small dart, and stows the fatal device and the cylinder back into her bag. A tiny drop of blood trickles from the minuscule hole. She spits on a tissue, wipes the spot away, and waits for a few seconds to determine if the bleeding continues. She puts the hankie in her handbag, and knocks several large items off the desk to the floor beside Jerka, making a lot of noise. She screams at the top of her lungs.

The assistant rushes in.

"Please, will you call for help? Uncle collapsed."

She bends down and checks for a pulse and finding none she hurries to the communicator and dials the crisis number. "This is an emergency. I need a doctor in the chancellor's office now," she shouts into the device. She dashes back over to the chancellor and begins cardio pulmonary resuscitation, continuing until he and medics arrive.

He checks for a pulse and heart beat. He finds none, and he tests for pupil reflex with a small light. The pupils are dilated and non-responsive. "I think he's deceased. His muscles are all limp. Get him to Abydos Medical Center's disaster entrance in a hurry. I'll accompany you," he says to the medics.

An hour later, they pronounce Jerka dead from a suspected seizure. An autopsy will determine the cause. The vice chancellor is present as is Jerka's Chief of Staff. They make the decision to suppress the news of his demise because of recent events with The Broadcast and the riots.

"So many protests and demonstrations are underway, and the chancellor's passing away may fuel more civil unrest and uprisings. We need to get things settled, and under control before we announce he's gone," the vice chancellor says. "Put his niece under house arrest until we decide to confirm his death. Remove all her communication devices. We don't want her talking to anyone, for now."

Keiver Belan is selected to insert the drop of venom into the Jerka. He arrives at the assistant's desk and demands to meet with him. "I am sorry, sir, but he isn't receiving anybody today."

"He's seeing me." He starts toward Jerka's office. The assistant intercepts him before he reaches the door.

"You can't storm in on him like this. He'll bust your arse."

He pushes her aside and enters. He detects the items from the desk scattered over the floor. "What happened in here?"

"A family emergency—he left in a hurry, and I did not take time to straighten up."

"How soon will he be back?"

"I'm not sure—all depends on how long the emergency lasts."

MAGNATRANZ STATION AT KREST OF BOZZA

Ryner arouses Relo about fifteen minutes before their arrival at the city. He dresses and collects his pack. He thanks him and gets off at the Mail Express Terminal. He pulls the maps from his pocket and locates the one for Kedra's shop. After a short walk, he is standing at the door. He steps inside and spots a young woman helping a customer. He waits until the buyer checks out, walks up to her, and asks, "Kedra?"

"No," the girl says. "She is at store three today. May I be of assistance?"

"My name is Relo Kazza. I'm a friend of Jadan Kanzz, and he asked me to deliver a message to Kedraleona."

"She mentioned him. He caused quite a stir at the boarding house next door to her home. He disappointed her by leaving town without saying good-bye. She should be home in about two hours. Are you aware of where she lives?"

"Yes—Jadan gave me this map. I believe I can find my way. I need to find an inn—I need a place to stay for a couple of days."

"Go out the door, turn right, go to the second block, and take another right. You will find the hotel about halfway down. You might want to go and check in now. I understand the place fills in a hurry—a shortage of rooms exists in Krest."

"Thank you," says Relo as he picks up his pack and leaves.

He finds the inn, checks in, and goes to his room, which is small but comfortable. He places his bag on the bed and turns on the Tello but bores of The Broadcast News in a short time. He remembers passing a small pub on his way. He decides to go for a snack and a beverage. He walks in and is startled by the tables arranged in a semi circle with all the customers sitting on the outside staring in toward the Tello. A heavy discussion is underway. He turns to go when he finds a hand on his shoulder. He spins and stares into Ryner's eyes.

"What are you doing here?" Relo asks. "I thought you would be on your way home."

"One of the operators on the Krest to Abydos run is on personal leave. They asked me to cover for him. Quick turns or runs leaving about dawn, I stay on this side of town. I'm aware of a boarding house—" he chuckles. "You found out about..."

"A meeting of some kind is going on?"

"No, but we shirked something interesting on the web during our trip. The pub's owner recorded the excerpt, and the group finished viewing again for the benefit of those who missed the real event. The presentation is unbelievable."

"Step outside and tell me what happened—"

Ryner explains in detail the hijacked programming. "This will cause serious ramifications. A demonstration erupted near the main government compound where Supreme Chancellor Jerka's office suite is located. The protesters carried banners and chanted for an explanation of the transmission. They sent in the troops, and used excessive force to break up the crowd. Fifteen died and another forty or so went to Abydos Medical. They made about one hundred fifty arrests. The Broadcast News reported none of the events, and the chancellor made no statement. The whole thing is being stonewalled."

Relo must get back, but first he will find Lehad Xeon. He came to find Rue, and now he accelerates his search. "What time is the next train to the Southside?" "A local departs the Mail Express Terminal at the top of every hour." He checks his timepiece, and Ryner says, "One left, and the next one leaves in fifty-five minutes. Come on in, get something to eat and drink, and take note of the discussion."

They walk back inside, and a server greets them at the door. Relo orders a chilled herbal tea and some crunchy snacks. He gets a hot Kava, and they sit down and listen in to the conversations under way.

A man who viewed the video says, "I long suspected our politicians are corrupt to the core, but the depth and magnitude of the deception and lavish lifestyles at our expense's more than I ever imagined."

Another man raises questions. "Why should we believe the film? You can't prove the validity. I think someone made the production in one of the movie companies. We all are aware of the air in the Hell Zone, where the mythical Escapades is located, is poison. In addition, those servants—they don't appear like any people I ever spotted. In my opinion, the whole thing's a hoax trying to make the government come across as evil.

Another says, "I understand your misgivings, but consider this. Our tariffs are going up—my standard of living's been going down by about the same rate. What happens to all the script?"

"Yeah, I agree with you. My family and I cut way back to get by. My energy bill tripled, and the government's explanations don't pass the odor test. Something is rotten in Abydos."

The man with suspicions speaks up. "Consider this. The Dome Project is an expensive undertaking. I think the government is afraid the atmospheric spraying won't continue to work. Urgency exists to get the job completed by the schedule date. A factory on the east side of town makes parts for the project. They went on around the clock production with no days off. They doubled the number of people working. Why would they be spending so much on lavish living if they suspect a catastrophe is coming? The logic doesn't make sense to me."

Relo listens with interest, but he cannot engage in a lengthy debate, which solves nothing.

"Let's be practical about this," another says. "I studied the architectural drawings of the job site, complete with dimensions. The most the cubic meters of air can sustain is about two thousand people on an ongoing basis, assuming they're successful at completing a self-sustaining biosphere. What's the population of Nibiru?"

"Good point," Ryner says. "The site won't support the number of people in high-ranking government positions. Who would the survivors be, and how would they be selected?"

He restrains himself until time to go. Should he interject what he detects as fact? He would be unable to get out of the discussion on time. He gets up and bids farewell to Ryner. He stayed longer than he should, and he runs to make the southbound train. He arrives with less than a minute to spare. As he steps inside, the door closes.

The MagnaTranz is moving before he can find a seat. He studies his map and rehearses, in his mind, what he will say to Lehad.

The next stop is his, and he hurries off and is soon standing in front of the Xeon's house. His anxiety is high, but he is certain what he must do. He walks to the door and presses the chime. He detects footsteps inside walk up to the door and pause. A male voice says, "Yes?"

"Are you Balla Xeon?"

"Who's asking?"

"My name is Relo Kazza, a student at Abydos University. I'm trying to find Lehad. I believe she's the sister of a close friend of mine. I lost track of her and would like to find her."

The door opens, but the man does not invite him in. "I'm he, but my wife's brother is dead—no sister. I'm afraid you got some bad information. Did you come all the way from Abydos searching for this girl?"

"Yes I did—I must I find her."

"Well, I would like to help you bu..."

"Okay," a familiar female voice says from the adjoining room. "Invite him in. I'll talk to him."

Balla steps aside, allows him to enter, and points to a door.

He enters and strolls to the room, not knowing what to expect. He stops at the door to a bedroom. Rue is in bed and late term pregnant. "Come in Relo and sit down." Her voice is tired and strained.

He picks up a straight chair, walks over to the bed, bends down, and kisses her on the cheek. "We've been worried sick about you." He stares at her stomach. "Is the child Jadan's?"

"I wish—I got into a long-term relationship with a guy whose parents are Annunaki. I became the secret love of his life, but his folks would cut off his allowance for being involved with a Commonuer. I got pregnant, and he began pressuring me to go for an abortion in one of the back-alley shops. I refused, and he left. I thought I ended the matter, but he sent a pair of thugs to persuade me. I decided to disappear. I'm going to deliver and raise the baby, but, as you can tell, I'm having a difficult pregnancy, and the doctor insists I stay in bed. He allows me to be up for one hour at each mealtime, as long as I don't exert myself."

"How're you going to take care of a child? The government finds out. They'll seize the infant for one of the controlled orphan homes."

"A student at Abydos University, I began to realize I couldn't make the contributions I want to the resistance movement as an Opaque Sister. The Sister's position is too restrictive. I did some research and solicited an invitation from another group—one, which doesn't restrict one's role based on sex. I got the summons and completed the requirements before I left Abydos. In fact, they arranged my transportation here. They're also providing the doctor to care for me. Soon as the baby is born, and we're strong enough, we're going to live in a safe haven. I'll work, raise my child, and make my contribution to the resistance. Did you witness the hijacking of The Broadcast News last evening?"

"No, but I got word of the event—"

"My faction did the project," she says with pride.

"I lost confidence in The Conversant. The fraternity mentality of booze and sex is getting in the way of missions. The infighting is worse, so I requested an invitation from a group, which Dr. Marshon joined—"

Rue's surprise is evident. "The doctor joined the resistance? He's an Annunaki."

"A lot happened since you left. I wish the timing allowed me to bring you up to speed, but I must get back to Abydos in a hurry. Can you tell me the name of your organization?"

"Can you tell me the name of yours?" she asks.

SUPREME CHANCELLOR JERKA'S OFFICE

The door swings open and in storms Raefell Nuggen. He and three others go straight to the office and enter. "Tell me where he is." He glares at the assistant.

"He didn't tell me."

He gazes back inside. "What happened?"

"A little accident..."

"Sit down, men—we'll wait while this lady finds him for us." He is cold and committed.

"Let me check down the hall," she says as she gets up and leaves. She walks at a rapid pace and gazes back to determine if she is being followed. She charges into the reception area of the vice chancellor. "Tell him I must talk to him now," she says.

"He's busy."

"This is urgent—I must meet with him now. Do you understand?"

"One moment—I'll buzz him." The aide is annoyed. "Jerka's personal assistant's out here, and she's demanding an audience with you. She says the issue is urgent." After a brief pause, she lays the communicator on the desk and says with a smirk, "He said for you to come in."

She walks into the office and closes the door behind her, turns, and realizes five more are in the room.

"What is this about?" the vice chancellor asks with impatience.

She glances about the room and pauses.

"My guests can share anything you say."

The rude and demeaning treatment she receives agitates her. "Raefell Nuggen and three of his friends are in my office demanding to talk to Supreme Chancellor Jerka. They insist they'll not leave until they speak to him."

"They will experience a long wait—won't they?" He sniggers. "What do you want me to do?" Those in the room laugh with softness, but no one speaks.

The assistant's temper flares at the dismissive attitude and rudeness. "I guess you can't do anything. I'm going back to my desk and inform him Jerka dropped dead a few days ago." She turns and hurries past the aide's desk and into the hall, slamming the door behind her. She breaks into a run when she recognizes the office door open behind her.

"Wait." The vice chancellor yells down the corridor.

She does not slow down. Multiple footsteps are running behind her, and they're gaining on her. As a hand grabs her right shoulder, her left hand turns the doorknob and pushes the door back for Nuggen and his companions to view.

"What's the meaning of this?" Raefell demands as he gets up and goes towards the door to rescue her.

ABYDOS MEDICAL CENTER, KIA'S ROOM

Dr. Brison came in earlier. He ordered Kia to go for short walks to the nurse's station and back every three hours. She can now get out of bed and sit in a chair for brief periods. He also arranged for a therapist to come in three times a day to begin muscle-toning exercises.

Jadan and she return from her first walk. Her legs are shaky, and she is leaning on his arm. "I can't believe how weak I am. Let me rest in this chair for a while."

"Okay," he says. "Do you want the Tello on?"

"Yes, I do. I want to find out if anything else is said about the mysterious broadcast."

He turns on the electrical device. The screen presents a battery of 'public service announcements promoting a host of products. "Isn't this about the time the shocker took place yesterday?"

"I think so."

Kia finished speaking when the screen flickers, and Jadan's guitet music replaces the bland background. Again, the exhibit changes, and a bright orange display emerges, with a logo, which appears to be the official one of The Broadcasts. To the right, a message shows up above a streaming ticker at the bottom of the partition. The verbiage says, 'WITNESS YOUR LEADERS WEALTH GROWING-THE DATA IS REAL TIME.'

The next items to appear are the series of ancient star charts showing the approaching globe of antiquity circled in red. A moderator describes the documents. Current images superimpose the original ones, and an arrow points to an object. He informs the audience. High-ranking government officials are aware of the impending planet for several decades. The action shifts to The Inner Dome. The reporter details the machine, promoted as a new-generation power plant for the project is, in reality, a spacecraft designed to take two hundred and two passengers off Nibiru. The destination of the ship is unknown. A slide show of pictures displays engineering drawings illustrating the location of the thrusters, storage compartments for personal items, food, water, and a luxurious series of suites for the occupants.

Next is the financial data of some individuals in the NEX. The information across the bottom continues to stream, showing thousands of script points going into the specified individual's account since the previous day. The numbers are staggering to most citizens of the planet.

Kia sits speechless as the program progresses. Each time Raefell Nuggen crosses the ticker, she whispers the amount and the increase in disbelief.

Jadan studies Kia's reaction in silence as she stares at the screen. The Tello sizzles, and the image goes blank. Soon, The Broadcast News reappears. Seconds later, comes a frying sound on the appliance and the rouge transmission restarts. After two full cycles, again, the display blacks out and the regular programming is back. In a few moments, the mystery transmission resumes.

"The officials are trying everything in their power to stop the channel hijacking, but they don't seem to be having much luck. I will be interested to find out who wins," he says.

"Last evening's explanation about the interruption doesn't add up. Everyone viewing can tell a battle for control is underway. How'll the officials explain this? Jadan, who do you think is doing this and why?"

"They're trying to let the general population understand how fraudulent the government is."

"Do you believe the bureaucracy is to a large extent corrupt?"

"Yes, I do. I witnessed irrefutable confirmation. Kia, you told me yourself the programming was deceptive, scripted, and censored. The Broadcast is under the control of the administration, and they bombard us with propaganda. _Lies, if repeated often enough, become accepted as truth—regardless of the facts."_

### CHAPTER 21

Contract on Jadan's Life

"You're scaring me. You sound as though you believe the presentation with all your heart and soul. How can—?"

He interrupts her. "I do believe—I studied the evidence. Excuse me. I'll be back. I need to go to the men's room." He gets up and strolls down the hall. A stranger walks up behind him and asks, "Are you expecting an invitation?"

"Yes."

"From who is the invitation—?"

"From Eath."

"You are correct—come with me."

"Kia thinks I'll be right back. May I make a quick call to her room?"

"Make it short and sweet," says the man. "They're ready for us, and we can't keep them waiting."

OFGRAT HEADQUARTERS

The AeroBus arrives, and Jadan removes the hood. He goes through the entire interview and receives the invitation. Chills overrun him as he repeats the Life Oath. The ceremony is over, and the men come down to greet him. He is surprised when Commander Rogg Jasen and Colonel Leahn Baanar are among them.

The introductions are complete, and he goes to the two and says, "What a pleasant surprise seeing you two. I am more pleased with my decision."

"Glad you are on board. By the way, where's Relo? We planned to extend him an invitation this evening, but we can't find him," Baanar says.

"He's out of town, but I expect him back in the next couple of days. Would you like me to contact him? I can ask him to come back now."

"Tell him to finish his business, but people are waiting for him when he returns. Alert me when he gets back," Commander Jasen says.

"I think we need to get you back to the Medical Center. You need to think up a good reason for being gone so long," Baanar says. "One of our teams discovered a spacecraft in a remote valley in the mountains of Sukish. The discovery landed a long time ago, and the team says the craft is intact and by all appearances arrived by a plan since no evidence of a crash exists. A camouflaged net, of an unknown material, covers the machine, but vines grew over and concealed the ship. At present, some of our top engineers are attempting to turn on the power, but the lettering on the controls is a language none of us recognizes. Eath Marshon says you, and Relo are the ones we need to help with the operating software and the onboard computers. We'll discuss the topic further when Relo's on board."

Jadan returns to the AMC. He gets out of the AeroBus and starts up the stairs in a run. He hurries down the hall toward the elevator and steps aboard. A moment later, he exits on Kia's floor. She moved to a regular room on the fourth level. He nears the door and detects Kia talking in a loud voice.

He overhears Gramps tell her, "I plan to take you to the compound when you graduate."

He stops, backs up to the wall out of sight, and listens.

"The woman in one of the zoomed in shots at one of your compounds reminded me of the picture of Gramma at the condo." She studies his facial expression.

He stays stoic. "Kia, a logical explanation exists for all this, but this is not the time or place."

"Did Mom, Dad, and Riah go to any of the complexes?"

"I said this is neither the time nor place for this discussion. We need to concentrate on getting you well and out of here."

"This minute, my health is the least of my concerns. By now, most of the people on this planet viewed the videos. What do I tell my friends? With the last name of Nuggen, I'm afraid of what some psycho might want to do to me to get even with you. Is Gramma alive and at the compound?"

He realizes Gramps will be leaving soon, and he steps into the stairwell nearby.

"I must go now," he says, getting up to leave. He ignores her questions but pauses and turns. "I'll prepare living quarters for you at the mountain resort. I'm sure you'll love the place. You can continue your genetic studies in your own private science research lab. He walks into the corridor and leaves.

He enters Kia's room and views her sitting with her face in her hands. She is crying. Without a word, he eases over, sits down beside her, and puts his arm around her shoulders. "All will be okay," he says as he tries to comfort her. "I stood outside the door and listened to some of the questions you asked him. I can't believe he demonstrated such indifferent. He owes you an explanation."

OFGRAT HEADQUARTERS

The thirty minutes pass fast, and Boze taps his glass several times to get the attention of the group. "Now, let's get down to business." He waits until each finds their seat and sits down. "Let me say, I'm grateful for the privilege to host this historic get together between members of The Commission and OFGRAT. We participate in common objectives, to form a government of the people, for the people. The cooperation of our groups can accelerate the exponential efforts. We requested the meeting for this purpose, so let me share an important fact with you. Each member goes through a more in-depth and thorough security and background check than the supreme chancellor's closest advisors and personal bodyguards. In addition, we take a Life Oath wherein we pledge to protect the names of other members and the business of the society with our lives. We'll expect no less from any new associates. Should this be a problem for any of you, I ask you to speak up now."

He pauses for a moment, but no one speaks. He continues. "Several distinctions exist between our groups. I'll cover them at this time. First, we allow Annunaki, Blendeds, and Commonuers into our membership, if they meet our criteria. Second, we are not attached to a fraternity or any other organization. We're independent. Third, our sole purpose for existing is to gain information necessary for a government of the people. Fourth, female members are equal in every way with males. They can and do hold office—they go on missions—they carry their share of the load. Fifth—we invite new initiates we believe can make significant contributions to the cause. Should these differences be problematic, we need to understand now." He pauses and glances at Kaamren. No one speaks. "Both groups are aware we recognize some who are members of the two. We all realize why each group wants a mole—the collection of information. We suggest we pursue an alliance, which would make those activities unnecessary. Questions...?"

Jaan stands. "Yes—I would like clarification—are you recommending The Commission and its members be absorbed by OFGRAT or are you suggesting we agree to a pact to cooperate with one another?"

"Our preference—" Boze says, "is for your organization and its membership to become part of our faction." He pauses to appraise the impact of his statement. He can tell by the frowns, The Commission members are sharing with one another the proposition is improbable. "Should that not be acceptable, we're open to negotiating a coalition." Again, he waits to evaluate the assembly. Perceiving doubt, he turns to Kaamren and says, "Would you like to address the group?"

He yields the podium. "Thank you, Boze. I'm aware some are reluctant in both groups. We need to pick up the pace, now the mystery broadcasts aired. The government crackdown on dissidents will accelerate. All are in more jeopardy than ever before. In the past, the resistance represented a nuisance to the bureaucrats, but now we're a threat. Strength in numbers is a fact, and each of us realizes we need to combine our efforts if we're to survive. I can't endorse The Commission's absorption by OFGRAT, but I do support an association with details addressed by a committee of twelve, such as this. To minimize distrust and ensure cooperation and distribution of all information, I propose members-at-large. They'll be granted complete and free access to all knowledge of OFGRAT and The Commission, excluding the frivolous fraternity stuff, which is unrelated to the resistance. A full sharing of the data and resources of each will take place, and the members at large will hold full membership in both organizations, including total privileges. They will be vital to the success of the pact." He pauses and offers the podium to Boze.

"I concur with Kaamren. A formal coalition is the best alternative at this time. I must admit the member at large concept solves several issues of concern for me. Do we agree to form an association is the direction we should pursue? Those who concur, signify by raising your right hand." Boze pauses as everyone in the group complies. "Good, the plan is unanimous. We'll spend the rest of the meeting working out the basics of the accord to submit to both our memberships for debate and ratification. This agreement will be the skeleton. The meat on the bones will happen during the next twenty-one days. Prior to starting, Kaamren—would you and your associates like to preview the third mystery broadcast scheduled to air this evening?"

"Yes—as a matter of fact, we would," he says, and the other five nod.

"This evening's programming will feature three points. First is a continuation of the financial monitoring of our stars. Second, we'll disclose the Fresh Start List. Third..."

"What's the Fresh Start List?"

"I can tell you, but I prefer to let the video explain like the transmission to the population this evening. I want you to evaluate the presentation for effectiveness. Number three will be a film of the troops attacking the demonstrators, and killing unarmed protestors carrying signs," Boze says.

Without any further comments, the video begins, projected on each of the four walls. The now-familiar ticker tape starts across the bottom on the screen with the occasional orange display showing the message, 'YOUR TARIFF PAYMENTS AT WORK.' The exhibit fades into the engineering drawings from the previous day's broadcast along with an artist's rendering of the completed spacecraft.

"Who're the two hundred and two booked on the craft? What you're going to learn next is the official list extracted and deciphered from classified files on the CDC. The Fresh Start is the authorized program name. Pay attention to the individual names. They live in extravagant luxury in the Escapades. On display, are the script accounts for the third time."

ELSEWHERE AT OFGRAT HEADQUARTERS

For forming the Quad Pack and its activity without knowledge of the leadership, Dr. Marshon, Betta Kahnn, Renny, and Bannon Eas receive formal reprimands. OFGRAT's leaders planned a secret mission to The Dome when they learned of the unauthorized one under way. They delayed theirs to prevent possible conflicts. An OFGRAT team intercepted them at the MagnaTranz stop on their way back.

They returned, multiple times, from the exit point of the Quad Pack with a total of eighteen escapees from The Inner Dome. The last two rescue missions came back empty. The indications are no more will come. The final two individuals picked up reported a patrol found them as they escaped through the hole. Three of their group died with two more captured.

The conclusion, the exit no longer provides a way of escape.

They went to a secure locality for processing. They remain in protective custody until assigned to a safe haven.

A SECRET LOCATION DEEP IN THE ESCAPADES

"This emergency meeting is now in session," says the Chair of the NEX, Abi Ziere. "Is everyone here, Master Recorder?"

"No, your Excellency, two are missing. Supreme Chancellor Jerka and Vice Chancellor Adue failed to show."

"Are any of you aware of the whereabouts of either?" he asks with impatience.

Raefell Nuggen breaks the silence, "Sir. I searched for him for several days, and I can't find him. His staff tells me he's away on a family emergency and can't be disturbed. I believe they're covering something, and I assure you I'll find the real reason. Vice Chancellor Adue isn't here at my request."

"Explain yourself," Ziere says with displeasure.

"Yes, I will, sir. Supreme Chancellor Jerka is proving to be ineffective in his office. My follow-up meetings with him, concerning The Dome Project, yielded no workable action plans. The missing engineering files still evade us, and the job site is, in reality, shut down. In short, I'm calling for a vote of 'No Confidence. I don't believe the vice chancellor is up to the task. We've lost critical time—with the crisis coming. Our hopes of escape are fading fast."

Intense arguments erupt between the pro Jerka forces and the Nuggen supporters. Ziere bangs his gavel on the podium time and again and little by bit order returns to the room.

Over the next several hours, the discussions are forceful but disciplined. They reach no agreement regarding the two absentees. The Chair instructs the group not to discuss the gathering or the topic with them. They table the subject for further investigation.

"Let's get to the real reason for calling the meeting," Ziere says. "The resistance movement is out of control. We must turn up the heat. I want this thing stopped now. Nuggen—you're in line to replace me at the end of my term. You're going to inherit the problem. You're the ideal person to take charge of quashing the rebellion at once. I submit my recommendation to the floor for a vote."

Subsequent to the election, Nuggen becomes the official head of a task force to destroy the resistance. He enjoys full authority to use whatever means necessary to restore order and control to the NEX.

TANA'S PLACE

Two men meet at the entrance, walk inside, and find a booth where they can talk in private. They sit, and the server brings their drinks and leaves No one else is near.

"I want you to handle a contract for me," the tall, slender, blond headed man says.

"Who's the mark?" a short, stocky, dark-haired man asks.

"He is a student at Abydos University named Jadan Kanzz."

"What'd he do?"

"He made the mistake of falling in love with Raefell Nuggen's granddaughter. Error...he made a big blunder. He should understand the danger."

"Kind of a drastic action for a simple romance, don't you think?"

"You can take far-reaching actions about things, which don't suit when you're Nuggen. He wants the deed done in a hurry, and the death must be ruled an accident."

"An accident huh—you doubled my fee."

"Remember who you're contracting with—his price's ten thousand script points and not one more. An intelligent man wouldn't consider crossing him or try to renegotiate. His price is fixed—I suggest you agree."

"Okay, half now and the balance when the job is completed."

"You get twenty-five percent today and seventy-five when the situation is done. The terms are non-negotiable."

KREST OF BOZZA

Relo bids farewell to Rue and catches the northbound MagnaTranz. At the Express Mail Terminal, he gets off and searches for Ryner. Not finding him, he goes to Kedra's house. He passes the pub but decides to glance in and determine if he is still around. He walks to the door and stops outside. Inside, sounds like a riot. Men are yelling and cursing. They try to shout over one another. He listens to the bartender bang on the bar with something heavy. The noise gets the crowd's attention. "Listen up folks—you can come here and view the Tello and discuss the political situation, but you can't rebel in my place. To continue the discussions, appoint a moderator and he or she'll allow you to talk and express your views one at a time. Am I clear?"

The crowd settles into a low buzz. A loud voice says, "I nominate Ryner."

"Yeah—I'll second the motion."

A host of yeas comes from the horde before he rises and says, "I'm honored, but I can't stay. I depart in less than two hours for Abydos—sorry. Until next time..." He stands to leave. He starts out the door and stumbles into Relo, and almost knocks him down. "Oops—sorry," he says as he grabs him by the shoulders and steadies him.

"Do you always abscond in such a hurry?"

"Not always—when I'm being nominated to moderate a riot, I go. A little more booze and things are expected to get out of control. The last mystery broadcast shared more than they can handle. They're ready to lynch someone. Come on, let's get out of here."

"I thought you liked a good squabble?"

"A quarrel is one thing—this is something else. Someone's going to get hurt before the evening's over. My guess is the guy who keeps trying to debunk the three broadcasts."

They walk away and Relo says, "I need to take care of some business. What time do I need to be at the terminal to get a ride to Abydos?"

"In an hour and a half—I must leave soon after."

"Okay, I'll catch you later," he says as he turns and walks toward Kedra's house.

Within minutes, he's standing on her porch ringing the buzzer. A voice over the intercom says, "Yes?"

"My name's Relo Kazza and I am a close friend of Jadan Kanzz. He asked me to stop by and explain why he left so fast last time."

The door opens. "Come in," she says. "How is he?"

"He's doing fine."

"How is Kia?" He senses a hint of jealousy in her voice.

"She's improving. I understand Jadan's time in the area proved eventful."

She laughs. "You might say so. He brought things to life next door."

"He said he tore up the new clothing you picked for him. He hated about ruining the outfit and leaving the note. He thought he would come back to continue his search, but circumstances make the plan doubtful. I came instead." _Jadan is right. She is quite charming. Her posture suggests, 'I stand strong—I stand proud'._

"Too bad, I anticipated meeting him again," she says with disappointment. "I obtained replacements for the shirt and slacks he ruined. Give me a moment and I'll get them, and you can take them to him." She hurries from the room. Soon, she returns with a wrapped box.

"He asked me to pay you for them."

"Tell him he can take me to dinner and a movie next time he's here."

"I'll tell him."

"Are you in a hurry?"

"I'll be leaving town on the Mail Express for Abydos in about an hour."

"Take a seat, and I'll fix you a snack and beverage, if you would like."

"I accept your generosity. A point of interest, Jadan and Ryner, the man he fought, became friends. In fact, he is an engineer on the train and arranged my transportation here and back."

"I find the reality interesting. From the damage to Jadan's face and clothing, I would not believe they would become friends. Sometime, I want to go to Abydos—I never traveled far from here."

"Inform me when you're coming, and I'll give you the grand tour."

"Your offer is enticing. I, above all, want to visit the museum. I'm interested in archaeology and the vestiges of our past. Books about the topic and Tello specials aren't like being present."

"For real, you like historical relics?" he asks with surprise. He would never imagine this delicate, entrepreneurial, intellectual beauty would be fascinated with prehistoric people. He considers telling her about the ancient files but decides not to. "I never went to the museum. Come on up and I'll take you."

"I hired a young lady, who can manage my shops while I'm gone. I plan to get away soon for a fourteen-day vacation. Abydos would be an interesting place to spend the time. How do I reach you?" A strategy is forming in her mind.

They exchange electro mail addresses.

"What do you think of the mystery broadcasts?" Kedra asks.

"If they're true, I think they're real indictments of our top-ranking government officials."

"What do you mean if they're factual? Do you doubt the authenticity of the data?"

"Do you consider them to be realistic?"

"You sound like a politician—answering a question with another and staying uncommitted," she says with a chuckle.

"Well—do you believe the evidence?"

"In fact, I do. I examined added confirmation, which convinces me the facts are real, and I'm delighted the population is in such an uproar. Even so, history shows the people will lose interest in less than thirty days—in particular, if the government creates a large enough diversion."

"What supplementary substantiation did you evaluate?"

"I'm not at liberty to—let me say this—an overwhelming number of facts exist, if you're knowledgeable as to where to dig," she says.

"Yes—you're right. I found added verification as well. I hope the revolution continues—I wish the loss of life to be minimal. An associate of mine died when the troopers attacked the demonstrators outside the government compound." Relo restrains himself. This charmer holds him on the verge of saying too much. He met her a few minutes ago, and he senses a strong connection. "I must go. I enjoyed our short time together, and I'm anxious to meet you in Abydos."

"I became so engrossed in our tête-à-tête, I never fixed you the beverage and snack I offered."

"I preferred the conversation." He smiles, gets up, and walks toward the door."

"Likewise, I assure you."

At the door, they stand for several seconds staring into one another's eyes. A mutual bond developed.

ABYDOS MEDICAL CENTER

Kia and Jadan return to her room from her walk. They and the therapy are building her strength and coordination. She is sitting in the chair beside her bed when her mom and dad enter. They stayed away since the mystery broadcasts began.

"I'm glad you two stopped by." Noticeable sarcasm is in her tone. "We need to talk—and I want straight answers."

"Perhaps I should leave," he says.

"No—you stay," she stares into her dad's eyes and asks, "Did you two cover up the knowledge about Gramps's compounds?"

Her parents exchange glances, but the long silence tells her they are not going to cooperate anymore than Gramps did. "Is Gramma alive and living at in the Escapades?"

A startled expression covers her father's face, but again, quiet prevails.

Kia stands at her chair and points toward the door. "You two can leave now, and don't come back until you're ready to tell me the truth."

Her parents stand, staring at one another with shocked disappointment.

"Go—now." She raises her voice as she continues to point toward the door.

In disbelief, they go away.

She sits in her chair, with her elbows on her knees, her face in her hands, and begins to cry in heartbroken sobs.

Jadan walks over and kneels beside her. He pulls her face to his shoulder and whispers, "Go ahead—cry."

Minutes later, Riah enters the room, and she is still crying. "What happened? I met Mom and Dad on my way in, and they didn't speak. They were upset."

He motions for him to be quiet and sit.

A lengthy cry and Kia lifts her head and wipes her eyes. She glances over and says, "Hello Riah—I'm glad you are here. Did you say they didn't address you when they passed?"

"They glared right at me and didn't acknowledge my greetings. What happened?"

"You and I did not discuss the mystery broadcasts. What do you think of them?"

"What do you mean?"

"Do you believe the three compounds are real, and they belong to him?"

"I think they do. I embrace faint recollections of fishing trips with Gramps when young. The lake near one of the complexes is familiar."

"Did he, Mom, or Dad ever mention the facilities or The Escapades?"

"Not as I recall. Why did they leave so upset?"

"I asked them some pointed questions. They refused to comment, and in my anger, I ordered them out of my room and told them not to come back until they decide to be honest with me." Tears begin to cloud her eyes once more.

Jadan is still kneeling beside her. "You two need to talk alone. I'm going to run some errands, get a shower, and change clothes. I'll be back later." He kisses her on the lips and gets up to leave.

"Please, hurry back." She pleads.

He pats Riah on the shoulder as he goes by and flashes him a sympathetic smile. He walks across the hall to the elevator, pushes the down button, and waits.

A man at the end of the corridor speaks into his microphone. "Get ready. He's waiting for the lift now."

The unit stops. Jadan greets the two people on board as he enters and pushes the control pad for the ground floor.

"Activate the five-second timer, now," the man says into his device.

Prior to the doors' closing, he presses the button and resets them. He faces the people in the elevator and says, "Please forgive me. I left my communicator in my girlfriend's room." He steps off, makes out screams, senses the draft, and turns to witness a cavern where the closures should be. Seconds later, he recognizes a bone-chilling crash echo up the empty shaft. His blood drains from his face, and nausea overtakes him.

Riah rushes into the hallway to find out what happened.

A shocked Jadan stares at him in disbelief.

The man at the end of the corridor exits down the stairs.

### CHAPTER 22

The Ancient Spacecraft

Later in the day, Jadan showers and is dressing when he detects a knock. He checks the screen, identifies Relo, and opens the door. "Man—I am glad you're here. Come in."

He relates how Kia confronted Gramps and her parents. He tells him about the elevator crash killing two, and how close he came to being the third. "I'm now a member of OFGRAT, and they are anxious to reach you. Take a few minutes and call Eath Marshon."

"Hello, sir, this is Relo Kazza. I understand you're attempting to contact me." He listens, as the doctor speaks. "I'll be here for a while. I got back from Krest and he, and I need to discuss some things—okay—good." He hangs up. "You're right—they're anxious."

"Okay, but let's take first things first. Did you find her?"

"Yes I did. I also met Kedraleona. You're right. She's quite a charmer. She's planning to come to Abydos before long. Her interests in archeology and ancient languages are keen, and I promised her a tour of the museum—"

"Okay—okay—tell me about Rue."

"I thought you would like a briefing about her. Jadan—Rue is expecting and due soon." He pauses and studies the shocked expression on his friend's face. "No—the baby isn't yours. Unknown to either of us, Rue's previous boyfriend happened to be an Annunaki. It turns out—she became his plaything. She became pregnant, and he wanted her to get an abortion. She refused, and he sent some thugs to persuade her, and she decided to disappear. She's having a difficult pregnancy and is bedridden most of the time. Her tactics are to deliver and raise the baby. I get it—you want to understand how she plans such a feat. I raised the same question. She became a member of one of the resistance groups. They arranged her transportation to Krest, and they're providing for her medical needs. Soon as the baby's born and they're strong enough, she and the child will go to a safe place where she'll work, and they'll live. No—she wouldn't tell me which of the organizations."

"I'm glad you found her. Are you sure she's okay? Sounds to me like things might get serious."

"I can tell you what she told me. I didn't meet her sister, Lehad, but I met her brother-in-law, Balla. He assured me she's being well cared for, and the doctor expects the baby will be full-term and healthy. At present, you understand as much as I do. I'll go now. I need to go to my apartment."

"Thanks for stopping by. We'll talk soon."

Relo takes his pack and leaves, and as he walks down the hall a voice behind him asks, "Are you expecting an invitation?"

THE SUPREME CHANCELLOR'S OFFICE

Jerka's assistant is sitting behind her desk performing routines at the direction of the Vice Chancellor Adue. She overhears the door open and glances up and recognizes Raefell Nuggen and two dark-haired men.

Take her into his workplace and extract the information I requested," he says. The men take her into the room. He locks the door into the hallway, takes a magazine, sits down on the sofa, and begins to flip through the pages.

A short time later, the door opens. "She's dead," one of the men says to him. "We did not touch her. She passed out and fell to the floor. For a few minutes, we thought she fainted, but when she didn't come to, I checked her pulse and couldn't find one."

He walks in and checks for a pupil response to the overhead light, and finds none. "You're right—she's dead. Put her at her desk and let's go. The cleaning people will find her." They check to make sure no one is in the hall before they leave.

"I checked with security at the main gate. He went missing three or four days ago. Did he go off and hide? Let's go talk to the Adue," he says. They walk down the corridor to his office. Nuggen walks around the desk and informs the assistant he wants to meet with him at once.

"I'm sorry sir, but he isn't accepting visitors today."

He points toward the door, and one of the men goes over and opens. He marches in to a surprised politician. The bodyguard closes the door and takes his position on one side while the other man stations himself on the opposite.

"Tell me where to find the supreme?"

"I last spotted him a few days ago."

"I didn't ask how long since you delighted in his company—I asked where he is? You control the option of making this easy or difficult. The choice is yours—I won't ask again."

He pauses for a moment and walks to the door. "The gentleman is suffering from some memory problems. How about you fellows stepping in and determine if you can help his recollection. I'll wait out front."

Soon, the door opens and the men walk out. "He says he passed away in his headquarters, four days ago."

Nuggen walks back in. He is sitting at his desk bleeding from one nostril and the opposite corner of his mouth. "Tell me about Jerka?"

"We aren't sure, sir. His niece happened to be with him when he died from cardiac failure. The medical examiner found no traces of drugs or poison. All the tests indicate his heart stopped. They're doing advanced blood and tissue analysis, but they don't expect to find anything."

"Why the cover-up?

"With the riots and civil unrest, we feared news about his death would cause more problems. Several of us decided to suppress the information. We thought—"

"Okay—I get the point, Acting Supreme Chancellor, I guess you're the one who must get The Dome back on schedule. What's your plan?"

"He handled the project alone. I'm trying to get current—things appear pretty dismal from what I understand."

"I'll be back in seven days. I expect you to present me a layout and target completion dates. Am I explicit enough?"

"Quite clear, sir—"

Raefell Nuggen starts for the door, stops, and turns, "Who disposed of the body?"

"He's in a freezer in the basement."

"Did you inform his wife?"

"No—she thinks he's away on business."

"How long do you think the story will work?" He chuckles as he walks out the door, not waiting on an answer.

OFGRAT HEADQUARTERS

"Okay, Jadan, and Relo are on board as you requested. I think now's the time for you to finalize your team and get out to the site," Boze Landiz says to Eath Marshon. "We're still having problems with the language on the controls. I think today would be a good idea for the two of us to tour the ship and evaluate the situation for ourselves."

"I agree. What time can we go?"

"What're your plans for the rest of the day?"

"My schedule is open. What's on your mind?"

He tables Eath's question for a moment, picks up his communicator, and gets an answer. "This is Landiz. Is a unit available? Okay, good—pick me up at my office—we'll keep the bus tied up for the balance of the day and perhaps the evening as well. How soon will you arrive?"

"The AeroBus will be here in a half hour. The trip takes about two hours to get to the destination."

"We'll be taking the transporter all the way?" he asks with a puzzled expression, lifting his left eyebrow.

"Yes."

"What about the heat detecting satellite? Won't the device spot us?"

"Oh—you aren't familiar with our masking technology. The 'demon above' must convert temperature readings into a digital signal for processing. We own a fleet of modified AeroBuses with special transmitters. They read the ambient heat and send a data stream skyward, which shows the people mover and its occupants as being the same as the surrounding area. We're invisible. A sophisticated collector catches the disturbed dirt, removes the particles, and after adding enough moisture, they are deposited to the surface—no dust. The units also include high frequency directed beam guns to erase any tracks missed by the first system," Boze says.

"I am astounded."

Several hours later, they arrive at the site. The door opens and the two step out under the canopy of camouflage and overgrowth. Marshon is shocked at the massive size of the spacecraft, which is setting on three legs. Each one is located about thirty meters from the center. They are retractable and extend on a diagonal from the bottom and compensate for the slope of the terrain keeping the craft level. The foot on a leg is about ten meters in diameter.

"How big is this thing?" Eath asks in awe.

"The ship is one hundred and fifty meters in diameter, and thirty high at the center and tapers to about four hundred millimeters wide on the outer edge. Five decks make up the midpoint of the unit plus a six-meter transparent observation platform on top. They taper off to four as we move out from the middle—and three—followed by two and one around the outside perimeter, which forms a circular edging. A tube about a meter in diameter makes a complete circle around the interior of the craft. We aren't sure what goes on inside, but wired connections form a spiral the full circumference of the ship. The wires appear to direct electromagnetism to the probes penetrating the outer surface. There appears to be a buffer zone between the tube and the outermost edge of the craft," Boze says.

He continues. "The skin of the craft's a material we don't recognize. The color is silver, and the appearance of metal, but is semi-transparent, and—not metallic. We believe it is an organic compound compressed at astronomical pressures. About five centimeters thick, the substance is somewhat resilient—at least on the exterior surface. Around the external edge about every six meters is a round transparent spot in the skin about fifteen centimeters in diameter. The spots are seamless, but the tint's gone from those areas, and they appear to be windows."

A man in a jump suit comes to greet them. "I'm Kalleen Smid, the Chief Engineer of Reclamation on this project."

"I'm Bo..."

"Yes, sir. I'm familiar with both of you men. You're the head of OFGRAT, and I attended classes under Dr. Marshon at Abydos University. Welcome—may I give you a guided tour?"

"Yes, we would appreciate a walk through," Boze says. "I told the doctor what I learned about the size and outer skin of the craft."

"With the minimal power we've achieved so far, we can't open the automatic doors, but we found a number of manual ones on the first level. Inside the rooms, we discovered what appears to be spare parts, electronic components, and wire—like nothing we've seen and several stacks of rectangular material like the skin. In another room, we located a wide variety of tools and what we think are diagnostic instruments. A library we believe contains a complete set of technical and service manuals, if we learn to read them. Elsewhere, in the room, we detected an irregular shaped piece of material. The section appears to be the offal from a previous repair job to the outer skin. We're unable to cut the substance or even make a scratch—yet the surface of one side is spongy and returns to its original form when one presses and releases. I think the stuff can withstand tremendous impacts and not be damaged."

They walk to the center of the craft and up a ramp to the first deck. The lighting is poor but adequate. "We've cleared away the overgrowth and camouflage from some of the solar panels. They give us enough power for minimum illumination. Over the next several days, we plan to clear more. Let me take you to the control room," Smid says.

They follow him up four more sets of stairs. At the top, he turns and says, "I'll be glad when we get enough energy to activate the elevators. The climb up and down these is a pain. Over here is what we believe to be the cockpit. We think this elevator goes up to the clear acrylic observation platform."

They walk to a complicated panel of lights and screens covered with a layer dust. A large elevated screen, about three by five meters, is positioned in front two padded chairs with arm and footrests. An electronic number pad adorns the armrests with a series of touch pads with arrows pointing in eight directions radiating out from the center. The seats are located on a track allowing movement back and forth about two meters. The control panel displays a long array of switches, levers, wheels, and other controls along the outer side with a one-meter walkway between them. Boze blows away the dust and stares at the writing on the console. With excitement, he says, "This is the same language as the ancient scrolls at the Abydos Museum."

AMC MANY DAYS LATER

They discharge Kia from the Medical Center, but she will stay with Riah for a while, since he lives nearby. She must return every other day for physical therapy, and Gramps or her parents failed to contact her, after she confronted them. He is protective, and Jadan can now get back to other aspects of his life.

He encountered another narrow escape. He checked both directions before crossing a busy intersection, and with nothing in sight, he walked into the crosswalk when a speeding AeroBus came out of a parking bay at high speed heading straight for him. Another pedestrian witnessed the threat and pushed him away at the last moment and received a glancing blow, suffered several broken bones, and they rushed him to the AMC.

"Love, I experienced two close calls. I find the situation unnerving—" he says, "I appear to attract a black cloud of late."

"I want you to be careful. I can't think about what I'll do if anything happens to you. In fact, I can't imagine life without you." She stares him in the eyes and extends a broad smile.

"I don't want to consider anything happening—I agree—I can't envision my future without you either." He pauses with an appearance of bewilderment. "How're we going to resolve the situation with your grandfather?"

"The solution is simple—if he can't accept you, he won't be a part of my life. The same applies to my parents. I'm pleased Riah is with us."

"You mean you're willing to give up living the 'good life' in the Escapades for me?"

"I possess nothing but contempt for those who've exploited and lied to the population. How can I ever trust the people who created the Socio-Equal Order and benefit from the deceit? I glance around and those in the lowest pay tier struggling to get by, and I get angry. Jadan, Gramps is part of the deception. I wonder if my parents are."

"What about Riah, where does he stand?"

"He and I talked, and we are in agreement. Nothing out there tempts either of us to become participants in the charade."

"Are you aware numerous resistance groups exist dedicated to bringing down the NEX and reforming the government to include the people?" He stares at her expressions.

"What do you understand about the NEX?"

"More than I can tell you now."

"What do you mean?"

"Knowledge of such can bring death. I'm unwilling to involve you."

The sound of a key in the door is audible, and seconds later, Riah enters. He stops inside the door and asks, "What're you two talking about, which is so serious?"

"Come on in and join the conversation," she says. "We are discussing the excesses of our top government officials, the Escapades, and resistance groups."

"Sounds like interesting topics. Jadan, do you mind if I'm part of the talks? I don't want to intrude."

"No—I don't object at all."

"He escaped another near miss." Kia informs Riah.

"What happened this time?"

"I crossed an intersection. I stopped and checked in all directions, with nothing visible. About half way across, an AeroBus came tearing out of a parking bay straight toward me at high speed... The driver didn't slow down but accelerated away. No one read the ID number on the side. One witness said the unit's numbers appeared to be covered."

"I don't like this," he says with anger in his voice. "First, the elevator and now this..."

"Jadan, tell us about the resistance movements, and what they hope to accomplish," he says.

"I am aware of many small ones, but two large groups exist, and they're negotiating an alliance to pool their data and resources. I also understand some specific information controlled by the government, and a few at the university is factual. Access to the facts by anyone not authorized means almost certain death. I sound like I'm a member of one of the groups," he says with a sheepish grin.

"Yes you do," she says. "Tell us more."

"Assume I am a member—what would the status do to us?"

"I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I'm waiting for you to ask me to unify, but I'm not sure we share the same wish." Tears begin to pool in her eyes. She grabs a tissue and dries them.

Riah realizes the conversation is getting emotional, and excuses himself. He goes to his room and closes the door.

"What do you think about me? I am from the country and the poor class—you are a talented city girl with 'Royal' blood and powerful and wealthy relatives—"

"I understand all I need to. You're with me, and I'm safe—I'm warm inside—I'm loved—I trust I'm needed. I believe you're a good man—I'm positive you possess a tender heart, and I want to be with you more than anything else. The rest—well—I want to spend the rest of my life discovering what I don't already. I will live in poverty with you rather than in the Escapades with anyone else. Sometimes—I sit and try to create a mental image of the appearance of our children—in short, I don't want fame, or fortune—I want you." The pool of tears overflows her eyes and trickles down her cheeks.

A rush of warmth races through his body. His face flushes. She expresses her heart, and he finds out what he hopes to. Fear replaces the feelings of romance. "My Dear, Gramps would rather I die than accept us unified. I'm afraid all I can bring you is sorrow, and you deserve so much more. I love you more than life itself, but I fear the life I can give you."

"The twins, Jadan, think about them. What if they lived—what would we do? Would you be so tentative if I still carried them?"

She catches him off guard. "How did you find out?"

"Riah went into my medical records to make sure Dr. Brison told him everything. He found the entry and told me. I questioned the doctor, and he told me he made you aware. He's hoping you'll be able to get the information off my database in the CDC."

He is embarrassed. In all the confusion, he failed to clean up her record. "Oh Kia, forgive me—with all the things going on—starting now, I'll do everything possible to delete the data."

"What about the twins—how do you reconcile them?"

"I am heartbroken."

"What would you do if I happened to still be with child?"

"First, I would ask you to unify. I would take you to a refuge where you would be cared for and the babies would be born and raised by us."

"Jadan—treat me as if I'm still pregnant," she says with raw emotions.

RELO'S APARTMENT

He answers the communicator. The caller is Eath Marshon.

"I need to meet with you and Jadan right away. Will you locate him, and tell me when you can come to OFGRAT Headquarters? I'm saving quite a challenge for you two—in fact, for all three of us. This is urgent."

"Okay, I'll try to find him, but I'm not sure where he is now. He didn't return my call from this morning, but I'll keep trying."

"Good, get back to me within the hour with an update."

"Will do—"

Relo calls Jadan's mobile. He does not answer so he leaves a message. "Get back to me as soon as you receive this. The doctor needs to meet us right away."

He hangs up the device and sits back contemplating Marshon's contact and wondering what is so urgent. He is jolted out of his meditation. "Hello, Jadan, where are you?"

A pause lingers on the other end, and a voice giggles and says, "This isn't Ja..."

"Kedraleona—I think about you a lot, since I returned from Krest. How are you?"

"Good, I'm good. How's Kia? The Broadcast News reported she left the hospital."

"She's improving and taking physical therapy. They are getting on her nerves. All the talk shows want to get an exclusive interview with her, but so far, she refused them. She says she's through being a celebrity. Jadan is well also. He spends most of his time with her."

"I am glad to learn they're both doing well. The reason I called is I'm planning a trip to Abydos for a clothing show in two days. I would like to meet you—you owe me a tour. I can stay a couple this time and one will be tied up with the exhibition."

"Let me determine if I can fit you into my busy schedule. You will be in town when?

"Perhaps my visit is too much bother—"

"I'm anxious for you to get here. What day would you like to go to the museum?"

"I'm coming up a day before time. Can we go?"

"You're on for the day."

"Good—I'll call you back when I confirm my projected arrival time. By the way, your friend Ryner made some calls and got me a seat on the Mail Express from Krest to Abydos. Later..." Click—she is gone. He puts his hands behind his head and his feet on the table in front of him. _Kedra coming to town pleases me a lot. I regret I didn't get more time to spend with her in the city._

The communicator jolts him out of his fantasy world. This time he checks at the ID. The caller is Jadan. "Hey pal, Dr. Marshon called and wants to meet us right away at headquarters. How soon can you be ready?"

"I'll be at your apartment in one hour, and we can go together. What's this about?"

"He didn't say, but emphasized the meeting is urgent."

"How is Kia?"

"Kia's doing well—did you say critical?"

"Yes, so get over here. I'll call him and tell him we'll meet him in two hours alright...?"

"Okay, but you sound joyful. What's up?"

"I'll tell you when you get here."

Jadan and Relo arrive at OFGRAT Headquarters on time. They go to a conference room where twenty others are awaiting their arrival. Dr. Marshon introduces them. In attendance are electric, structural, computer, and aerodynamic engineers, along with chemists, linguists, and materials specialists.

Boze Landiz calls the meeting to order. "Let me bring you all up to speed. Twenty-one days ago, one of our teams discovered a spacecraft hidden in the desert. The craft didn't crash but landed by intent at the location, and a unique camouflage net covers the exterior. They concealed the ship, powered down, and evacuated. We don't understand what material makes up the netting, but the cover shows little weather damage. We think the vessel landed before the Great War. The ship's in remarkable condition, except for the vines growing over and the sediment. To our amazement, we found no corrosion. Apart from dust, the interior is immaculate. We suspect the unit will fly if we can figure out its systems and propulsion. From all evidence, the computer flies the ship with a minimal number of manual interfaces.

All about the discovery is alien to us. In fact, some of us are confident the thing is from another world. Jadan, Relo, and Dr. Marshon are our supercomputer gurus on the project. Men, your task is to learn how to communicate with the ship, but now, most of the craft remains inaccessible. None of the automatic doors operate, but the non electric ones allow us to get to a minimum of the critical systems." Landiz pauses. "I now turn the floor over to Kalleen Smid, the Chief Engineer of Reclamation."

"Ladies and gentlemen, I hope at the end of this presentation each of you signs on to the venture," Boze says. "This mission is all volunteers. In time, the staffing will be about a hundred technicians, electricians, machinists, and other crafts working around the clock. You'll relocate to the site and reside onboard until the project is completed. You'll stay at the job site for fourteen days and come back here for four of rest and relaxation. You'll work fifteen hours a day and be on standby the other eight. I realize we're asking a lot, but think about the loss if the NEX finds out about the spaceship and the location. Absolute secrecy is critical. Do any of you have questions?" Smid asks.

"How soon do we start?" Relo asks. "I'm committed for the next four days."

"This is the beginning of the four-day rest period. We'll be leaving in staggered shifts. Someone will be with the craft all the time. Do any want to back out now?" he asks. To his delight, no one does. "Okay, we identified our initial lineup. Remember—don't talk about the project to anyone who isn't part of the team. Even conversations must be in secured locations or over the encrypted network. This may become the most important advantage of the revolution."

"Apart from those who've been notified to leave earlier, I'll meet the rest of you here in four packed and ready to go. You're dismissed," Boze says.

They stare at one another with a 'now what' expression on their faces. "The excitement never ends," Jadan says.

"Life isn't boring."

"This sounds much more exciting than our assignment at The Dome, but I hate being gone for fourteen days straight. Kia isn't going to be too happy with the situation."

"You're right. By the way, I didn't tell you why I sounded so pleased on the phone. Kedraleona called me and told me she was going to be in Abydos for a couple of days for a clothing show. She reminded me I promised to take her to the museum. Would you two like to join us?"

"I would like to go. She and I'll discuss her ability. I last went there as a small child. I found the venture rather boring. Are you sure Kedra will approve of the invitation?"

"I'm sure she won't mind. She asked about the two of you when she called. Is she strong enough for all the walking and standing?"

"I am not certain. We may stay for part of the tour, but if she tires, we'll leave."

"The plan makes sense. Let's go talk to Dr. Marshon about the spacecraft. I wonder if he viewed the craft," Relo says as they walk to where Eath and Kalleen are talking.

The doctor says, "Please, sit down and join us. He is telling me some of what they learned about the ship so far. They didn't find the propulsion system. A one-meter tube runs around the outer perimeter with a spiral of wires attached to what appears to be electrodes. The bundle disappears through a section of the saucer-shaped craft we can't access at present. At this point, we've no idea what the function is, or what the unit does."

"Did they find the main computer?" Jadan asks.

"We aren't sure," Smid says. "We've identified what appear to be many small computers networked, but so far, we failed to find a large one."

### CHAPTER 23

Third Murder Attempt

RIAH'S APARTMENT LATER IN THE DAY

He walks up the steps to the building and tries to decide how to tell Kia.

"Pardon me—aren't you Jadan Kanzz?" a blond woman with a microphone asks.

"Yes I am—who are you?"

"My name is Corron. I am with The Broadcast News and Sports. I would like to ask you a few questions. Please step over here." She instructs. Two cinematographers go to strategic locations trying to get the optimum video.

"Tell us about Kia—how's she doing?"

He is trapped and uneasy facing the cameras. He's also standing in front of the main door. He moves away, but the woman puts him back to the desired location.

"Tell me about her. Is she going to compete next year?" she asks.

Again, he walks away from the door. Once more, she places him back on the same spot. Eight stories up are two painters on a scaffold, suspended from the roof. The woman holds her hand to her ear and listens. She tells him, "Stand right here and hold this microphone—the light is perfect." She begins to back away.

He is uncomfortable about the situation. He dislikes the media, and this woman is pushy. He detects the door squeak on its hinges and gazes at a man pulling the door back to exit the building. This is his opportunity, and he steps inside the door. He turns to thank the man and recognizes a crash, and senses moisture covering his back. He spins and where he stood before are the remains of two-twenty liter buckets of paint. He glances around, but the woman and the two cameramen are gone. _What now_? He stands in a pool of the gray liquid staring at the soaked man still holding the door. A sense of horror washes over him.

"This is too much." He tells them. "Three accidents happened in so short a time, any of which would kill me. I don't believe they are random. Someone wants me dead—but who?"

They exchange glances. "No way—" he mumbles.

"He better not be the one."

"Would you two stop talking in riddles? I don't follow."

"Allow your mind to explore possibilities. Don't eliminate anyone. Who would be pleased if you died from an apparent accident?" she asks. "Think Jadan."

"The one person I can think of who would like me gone is Gramps, but he wouldn't resort to murder—would he?"

"I hope not, but—"

Riah interrupts, "I want to do some research, but you must keep out of sight while I do. A friend of mine spotted one of Gramps' associates talking to a notorious hit man at Tana's Place prior to the elevator accident. They initiated three failed attempts—the evidence says."

"What is the reporter's name?" she asks.

"Corren I think—no her name is Corron. She is an attractive, but pushy blond."

"Are you familiar with her from The Broadcast News?" Kia asks.

"No—no, I'm not. Wait—she was on the Tello one evening during your stay at the Medical Center. She appeared to be the same woman. Why do you ask...?"

"I need to take care of something." She takes her communicator and dials the locator service. "I would like the number for The Broadcast News support staff." She writes down the information, and seconds later, she calls, and after a brief conversation, she says, "Corron covered a story here at my apartment building a short time ago. One of her cinematographers dropped a lens for his camera. How can I get the item back to them?" She lies. She listens with care and says, "Well thank you. I'm sorry for the mistake—good-bye."

She turns to him and says, "Corron's on assignment in Bozza. She couldn't be at the entrance two hours back. The girl said she talked to her a moment ago."

"Well, the evidence strengthens my theory someone is trying to kill you," he says. "I'll be back in a while. Don't leave until I return."

The noise from Tana's Place projects half a block away. Another mystery broadcast aired, and the crowd is angry. The latest video shows the brutal beating and killing of over two hundred demonstrators in front of the government compound, which remains on lock down. The bureaucrats refuse to acknowledge the riots, and the news ignores them. Riah enters and walks along the wall until he reaches the bar. The bartender comes over to him. "Hello Myke. Is the hit man you told me about here?"

"Yeah—he's the one sitting alone over in the corner. Can I get you something to drink?"

"Not now—thanks," he says. He goes to the table where the man is, bends over, and whispers, "I need someone eliminated. I'm told you're my man."

"I might be. Sit down and talk to me. Who's the mark and what do you want done to him or her?"

"He is Jadan Kanzz, and I'll be grateful should he end up—shall we say—dead."

"This fellow is an unpopular character. I accepted a contract to kill him—in an accident, but if you would like to control the method and timetable, the cost to you is twelve thousand script points paid in advance."

"Interesting—who else hates this guy as much as I do?"

"Raefell Nuggen does—the creep's in love with his granddaughter, and he wants the problem solved. He insists on an accident, but if you want to top his offer, I'll do the deed any way you want. I can make the death slow and painful if you prefer.

"Let me think the situation through. I'll contact you if I want things done my way—but don't miss an opportunity waiting on me." He walks out of the pub and down the street not glancing back.

"Kia, Gramps hired an assassin to murder him. He demands the job will be ruled accidental."

"Are you sure?"

"I am positive. He told me himself. Where is he? Did I not ask him to wait here until I got back?"

"He met Relo Kazza and Dr. Eath Marshon. He's leaving on a fourteen-day assignment."

"Get him on the communicator—we must warn him before the killer strikes again."

A short time later, she reaches him, and Riah tells him what transpired. "You must stay out of sight while I get this resolved."

"What do you plan to do?"

"We are going to confront him together—in person—and insist he calls off the murderer."

"What if he won't?"

"I learned who the killer is, and I may need to kill him."

"I don't like your solution—what about his associates? At least five people carried out the paint accident. He subcontracted the job."

Riah knocks on the door to Gramps' condominium. They detect footsteps approaching and stop inside. They are aware he checked the screen, but he refuses to let them in. They listen to him turn and walk away. She reaches for her communicator and dials his number, but he declines to answer. In frustration, Riah removes one of his shoes and begins beating on the door. The noise reverberates like gunshots in the hallway. They overhear him running. He jerks the door open with rage on his face.

"What in hell do you think you're doing?" he asks in a subdued tone, glaring at the two.

"We're trying to get our grandfather to offer the same courtesy to us. He would extend to most strangers," Riah says. "We must expect too much of you."

"Get in here and quit making such a disturbance. I don't want the neighbors to think my grandchildren are ingrates." He steps aside and allows them to enter.

Inside, she takes the lead. "I can't believe this. I would never accept as true you would stoop so low."

"Let me handle this—I took part in an interesting conversation with your hired killer earlier in the day. The facts are he can't orchestrate or cause an accident. Three attempts—all failed."

Gramps is stoic. "One way I'll call him off—you two move to the mountain compound. You don't agree. Kanzz is a dead man. The terms are non-negotiable. Your mom and dad are there now." His jaw is set.

"Is Gramma alive?" Kia asks. "I want to be informed if she's at the complex."

"Yes she is, if you must be up to date."

"I'm experiencing betrayal. Why did she choose to live in the Escapades and not return to visit us? Does she not love us or care about us?"

"You can ask her yourself when we arrive."

They stare into one another's eyes, with an inner connection twin alone understand, Riah says, "You can go to hell, and you better pray to your gods nothing befalls him. I'll track you to the outer edges of the galaxy and when I find you—" With the threat implied, they storm out of the door and to the elevators.

Two days later, he calls Kia and says, "We leave in the morning, and I won't be back for fourteen days—I love you, and I'll miss you."

"I adore you and remember I want you to treat me as if I'm still pregnant." Her words trail off. "Please, be careful. We went to talk to him a while ago. He won't call off the killer, unless we agree to relocate to the mountain compound. We both refused and Riah promised him..."

"Let me speak to him. I can't let you two do this."

"You helped us understand how screwed up our family is. The mystery broadcasts made us recognize how messed up our government is. We would rather die than move into the complex. Oh, by the way, we learned our grandmother lived at the compounds all these years. She chose to stay in luxury and secrecy instead of being part of our lives. She would not do both. She abandoned us. We talked, and we've decided to join the resistance. We need your help. Wait a minute—she's not finished talking to you."

"Jadan, I always wanted a family life—the closeness and support. Gramps is the one who made a pretext. I am devastated to find out what I believed to be true proved to be more of his lies."

"Mine is dysfunctional too. I wouldn't want my home life for my worst enemy. Dad long doubted I'm his—at least a constant innuendo hangs about me. He uses anything as an excuse to heap hell on my mother, my sister, and me. I suggested a paternity test, but he refuses. He gets joy out of making us miserable. I wish I could get my mother out of her environment, but she won't leave. They are a perfect role model of what family life should not be."

The buzzer rings and Relo answers. "I'm glad you called. Kedra's in town and we're going to the museum later in the day. Are you two going with us?"

"A third attempt against my life took place earlier, and Riah confirmed a contract is out on me. Raefell Nuggen hired an assassin to stage an accident to kill me."

"He did what? You can't be serious."

"I am, and I guess Gramps wants me out of the picture at any cost."

"What does Kia think about all this?"

"They confronted him, and he informed them of the one condition he would call off the killer. They must move to his mountain compound. Riah threatened him if anything happens to me. They asked me about resistance groups. They're disillusioned with government, grandfather, and their parents. I think they're good candidates. What do you think?"

"You and I may believe in her, and you might also trust him, but I think getting them an invitation is going to be a tough sell."

OFGRAT HEADQUARTERS

A joint meeting is underway between two large groups. Government resources fighting the various rebellions increased tenfold. Our casualties continue to rise.

Dr. Marshon says, "The NEX modified the heat-seeking satellite increasing its sensitivity, and they can now detect the masked AeroBuses, making movement almost impossible. The scientist improved its locator technology also. They honed in on the mobile interface during one of the mystery broadcasts. A signal-seeking rocket destroyed the unit and killed all five technicians. Our ability to broadcast came to an abrupt end. In short, the bureaucracy is effective in its war against political dissent."

Boze Landiz calls the meeting to order. "Prior to the schedule items, I would like to make a proposal. The government is committed to throwing as many resources at the revolution as they can. We should reconsider combining the two into a single organization. We're willing to work on an agreed leadership structure. I suggest the new name for the society be The OFGRAT Commission. Do both groups agree? I'll call a meeting to finalize the merger when we do. We must rewrite the bylaws, and a few require negotiations."

He moves to the agenda. "The first order of business is to inform new allies of progress at the spaceship." Much discussion ensues, and the group reaches a consensus on the primary mission of the craft. The first objective is to destroy the heat-seeker. Their improvements stopped our travel outside the MagnaTranz network.

AT THE ANCIENT SPACECRAFT

"Optimistic are we? We can't even open all the doors, but we're planning to fly the mechanism." Renny laughs.

"What if we can't get the ship into the air? We need to do something. The satellite shut us down. Food, water, and medical supplies are getting critical at all the safe havens. How else can we eliminate the nuisance?" Jaan asks.

"Do we possess the ability to communicate with the device at any of our locations?" Mika asks.

"I'm not sure," Boze says. "Why, what's on your mind?"

"A few of our people are on the inside at the CDC. They might be able to download a copy of the specifications and operating system for the apparatus. We hijacked The Broadcast at our pleasure until they learned to locate and destroy the mobile interface. Why don't we take control of the unit long enough for reprogramming? How would you like to monitor and be informed of what the bureaucracy is watching?"

"I like the option, but let me ask this. Can we hijack the thing and commandeer one of the weather rockets?" Kaamren asks.

"What's a rocket?" another man asks.

"They are small missiles the government fires into the stratosphere on occasion. They detonate the device and distribute a predetermined amount of metallic powder into the upper atmosphere at targeted areas. They include refined and sophisticated control systems. To be effective, detonation must be at a precise longitude, latitude, and altitude. The ideas are these—reprogram the flight controls of a missile to hit the heat-seeking satellite. Perhaps we shouldn't explode the weapon. We can guide the unit to collide with the bogie. The explosion may do the job—or the impact alone can do the trick."

"I think we should concentrate on hijacking the orbiter. We want the intel," Jaan says.

"An excellent idea," a woman says. "I think the scheme is brilliant. The way we've been successful in the past is to use their technology against them. This continues the trend—I like the proposal."

"We can't claim the ideas," Kaamren says. "Jadan Kanzz came up with the two plans, and he explained how to pull off the feat in details I can't comprehend."

"Consider this," another says. "We don't control an 'eye-in-the-sky', and we can use one. The first suggestion may provide the visibility we need."

"I'm no classy computer guru," Renny says. "We possess the expertise to do either, if we can get the needed hardware. Can we acquire what we want here?"

"No—we must obtain several critical pieces. We require a power modulator, and variable high-frequency transmitter tuned to the frequencies used by the government. To my knowledge, we own neither," Seth says. In spite of his earlier anger at Relo and The Commission over the ancient files, recent events solidified his obligation to the cause.

Dr. Marshon says, "I think we should pursue both avenues. We must take control of the satellite or destroy the cursed thing—I prefer we command the implement. Jadan is one of the most brilliant computer and system minds in our combined organizations. I would like him to manage the two projects as well as continue his contributions to the spaceship reactivation program. I want an older person with heavy management experience to work with him as a mentor."

"Think I'm old and experienced enough?" Kahnn asks.

"Yes, I think you are an excellent choice to help things along," Eath says and the others agree. "You're a strong, take charge, self-starter—don't overwhelm him. Let him call all the shots with your assistance."

"I understand."

Boze continues. "The next order of business is an update on the rogue planet, which appears to be coming in this direction. Bannon, will you and Kizzie bring us up to speed? Be thorough—some in attendance aren't aware of the situation."

He whispers to her. "You're the lead on this."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm certain."

"Here are some facts of which we're sure. One, our galaxy is colliding with another—the Milkia. Confirmation is beyond reasonable doubt. Two, a large body is headed our way. Three, the NEX and high-ranking Annunaki understood the risks for many decades—perhaps more than a century. Four, The Dome Project is a diversion. The real priority is taking place deep inside. A spacecraft is under construction. They're rigging the ship to accommodate two hundred and two passengers in luxury for up to five years. Fifth, the names given on the OFGRAT broadcasts, is the authorized list. The official project name is the 'Fresh Start Program'. "We understand these things for sure, so I'll tell the group what we think," she says.

"First, I need to understand," an associate says. "Based on what we are knowledgeable of, the NEX and the hierarchy—they'll not go anywhere without servants—do you think?"

"I'll address the question before Bannon takes over the briefing. We didn't consider the situation at this time. Let's continue on—this is a theory but believed to be true by many. Space and interplanetary travel existed prior to the Great War. Some scrolls at the Abydos Museum contain elements not found on our planet and written in a language we can't identify much less translate. I ran tests through official channels to confirm the fact. I believe I can say with some certainty our ancestors and perhaps a few of the living elders traveled off world. At this time, we can speculate the meaning, but ever since I studied the first pictures of the servants in the Escapades, serious questions about their origins arose. They appear similar from a genetics standpoint to the inhabitants of Nibiru, but several striking differences are apparent. Myths circulated for as long as I can remember saying they are natives of the planet, but the Commonuers are not. We may be getting close to finding out." She relinquishes the podium.

He takes charge of the discussion. "What I'm going to present now are our theories about the points Dr. Kizzie presented. Evidence is available to support them. One—the inevitable collision of Pegasea and Milkia is a fact, but the event could be many years in the future. Two—the rogue object, which appears headed our way visited our space in the distant past. The previous time resulted in major upheavals on our world. The magnetic poles shifted—mega fluctuations in the crust created tidal waves as high as forty meters or more. The planet tilted by twenty degrees or more, and facts suggest several of the super volcanoes now dormant erupted for an extended period. Most plant and animal life succumbed to the darkness precipitated by the ash clouds. In short, the picture became horrific. Our one hope is the flyby is much farther away than before. Some models indicate the sphere is veering off the course of the last encounter, but we don't possess enough information at present to predict a path."

He continues. "Points three and four I will discuss together since they are related. I'm sure you all recognize by now, The Conversant under the leadership of The Commission stopped The Dome Project in its tracks. They stole a large volume of selected data from the CDC and wiped out the backups. Pandemonium prevails as the Powers try to get the job site moving again. Without the lost files, the mission can't be finished on time if at all. Some of our best are going through the documentation searching for practical information. The original objective consisted of shutting down the project—not collection of analytical info. Most of the ones we've evaluated so far are incomplete. We need more details from the Central Data Computer to make the records useful, but we made the decision to go after the additional file is too risky. At this point, they believe a glitch caused the massive loss. The gurus of The Conversant did a remarkable job. On to the fifth item—the NEX is in a rage over the problems with their Fresh Start Program. The word is they'll kill anyone they suspect. I can offer nothing else, unless you ask questions."

"A couple of other information items," Boze says. "Commander Rogg Jasen informed me an alarming number of missing person reports are coming in. The disappearances are random and clueless with no detectable pattern. One other point of interest—Supreme Chancellor Jerka disappeared twenty-one days ago. Rumor says he's dead. His niece, Liza, hasn't been located either. Klyn Joanz, her boyfriend, believes foul play is involved."

ABYDOS MUSEUM

He and Kedraleona arrived earlier, and Jadan calls. "Hello, where are you guys?" he asks.

"She took her time getting ready—I thought her appearance excellent before, but she didn't. This is her first public outing since the accident. Would you like to gather up front?" he asks. "We'll arrive in about five minutes."

"Okay, we will meet you." He and Kedra start toward the lobby.

They get there at the same time.

"Who is this?" Relo asks, evaluating the disguise.

"Good to get together again," he says.

The introductions are complete when Kia says, "I would like your version of what happened at the boarding house." She smiles and glances at him.

"I can't add much. My information is second hand, but let me congratulate you on winning the grand championship. You achieved quite a triumph," she says.

"You're full of surprises—what's with the new appearance?"

He explains his dilemma to her.

"Sounds too horrific to be real," she says.

"Hello Relo—good to see you again," Kia says.

"Likewise, I'm pleased you came."

"I'm not sure how long I can stay. I still tire with ease, but I'll do my best."

"We started on our way back to review at some ancient scrolls when you called. They're of special interest to Kedra, so let's start with them, if you don't mind,"

"Sounds okay us," Jadan says.

They walk around the area where the documents are on display. They view a number of them before they come to the ones Boze Landiz and Bannon Eas endeavor to translate. Relo is surprised. "The text on these is the same as the ancient files I brought out of the CDC."

"I viewed this writing before," she says. "A professor at the University of Krest tried for decades to decipher the symbols. He made little progress—at least not the last time I talked with him. I want to take a picture of this display to take back with me. I'll call on him and find out where he stands."

"Some acquaintances of mine are working to decode some of these documents. They believe the material and ink of the backing are extraterrestrial, and the language is alien. I wonder, which exhibits they are," Jadan says.

An hour later, Kia is exhausted. "I'm sorry, but we must go back. I hope you will forgive me, but I'm quite tired."

"I'm pleased I got to meet you," she says. "Perhaps we can do this again sometime."

"I would like the chance. Please call me next time you're in Abydos. Relo, keep an eye on my man for me," she says as they turn to leave.

"I'll take care of him on our new assignment. I promise to keep him out of trouble." He grins.

"Kedra—I'm pleased we meet again. Keep him straight. Many of his friends refer to him as 'The Magician'. What you see is not—"

"All right—okay, you two enjoy the balance of the evening."

They leave after several hours, and he says, "Let's get something to eat. We can take a local AeroBus and view the sights around the city."

"I would like to tour the university campus before the day's over."

"What time is your clothing show tomorrow?"

"In reality, I'm here for another purpose. I will attend a classified meeting with some scientists. I can't tell you more—sorry."

"Sounds a little too cloak and dagger for me."

"Why do they call you The Magician?" Kedra changes the subject.

### CHAPTER 24

The Kidnapping

THE ANCIENT SPACECRAFT

The AeroBus with Relo and Jadan arrives. The two get out and are at awe as their eyes scan the underside of the ship. "This thing is huge," Relo says. "I can't imagine the machine flying, much less traveling through space. Think of the secrets the documentation must hold."

"Incredible..." is all he can say.

Eath Marshon learns of their arrival and descends the stairs to greet them. "I'm glad you two are here. I think you'll find your time fascinating. Would you like to walk around outside first and examine the bottom?"

Both agree.

"The craft arrived long ago," Jadan says, with a distant and almost inaudible voice.

"Evidence indicates the landing took place before the Great War. We can't identify what material makes up the camouflage netting or how the fabric withstood time so well. We don't understand the deployment of the net which is a single piece." Amazement is evident in Marshon's voice. "This is the most exciting thing. Come inside, I want you to examine something."

He takes them to the supply room where the stacks of skin material are stored. He reaches with one hand and grabs a sheet. The size is one and a quarter meters wide by two and a half meters long and ten centimeters thick. Before they can get a grip on what is happening, he throws the large piece toward them. Their spontaneous reaction is to throw up their arms in a defensive posture. The section rebounds off and falls to the floor in silence without injuring them.

With a befuddled expression on his face, Jadan reaches down and picks up the sheet with one hand. "This is almost weightless," he says in amazement. "What's the compound?"

"We believe the same as the skin of the ship," he says. "Here—take a wrench and hit the part as hard as you can." He hands him the heavy-metal tool.

He takes a swing at the specimen. The device bounces off with no blemish at the impact point. He tries again and swings harder. The object ricochets off and still no damage. They stare at one another in disbelief.

"We're unaware of what the sheet is made of, but conventional gear won't cut the sheeting. We're hoping to find the correct implements," Marshon says. "This is another of many amazing things you're about to behold. Let's go up to the control room. We'll try to backtrack and find the main onboard computer. We found a network of satellites, but so far, we've been unable to locate the server."

"Perhaps one doesn't exist," Jadan says. "Numerous redundancies will be built into the code if so. Did you power up any of them?"

"One at this point—we booted up the operating system, but we can't do anything else until we're able to understand the software. First, the linguists must crack the communication barrier. Boze Landiz informed us the dialect is the same as on the ancient scrolls he, and Bannon Eas are trying to translate at the Abidos Museum," Eath says.

"I want to examine the samples," Relo says.

"Subsequent to their arrival," Marshon says to him. "Study the panel and note all the instructions and data plates are in the same language. An archeological linguist from Bozza is coming later in the day to review the documentation and determine her ability to be of assistance. One moment, my communicator is buzzing. I need to take this." Soon, Marshon informs them, "Our guest is here. They're bringing her up now."

They go to the control panel, and he says, "This is the same as the ancient files I pirated from the CDC."

"Boze Landiz and Bannon Eas possess evidence the scrolls at the museum are alien. They believe this is an extraterrestrial spaceship," Marshon says.

"By the way, how did we get out here without being detected by the heat detecting satellite?" Jadan asks.

"An inside person at the CDC is on the team," says Kalleen Smid, who walked up unseen. "The satellite's orbit is not synchronized with the planet's rotation and requires calibration and synchronization every other day. The process takes about three hours. Today, after the routine maintenance, they plan some software updates, which give us four additional. A benefit of today's seven-hour window is we'll be able to move needed supplies to the safe havens and out here."

"Gentlemen, allow me to introduce you to Kalleen Smid. He's the head of the reclamation effort." Jadan and Relo, engrossed by the panel, turn to acknowledge the introduction.

To their surprise, a familiar face is standing beside him. "Let me introduce—"

"Kedraleona," they say in unison.

"Yes," he says. "Kedra is one of our communication specialists from Bozza. She's here to study the languages and determine how she can help us with the translation. Her time with us will be short today—we must get her back to Abydos during the satellite recalibrating and reprogramming. I gather you three met earlier."

"We did," Jadan says. "This is a pleasant surprise. I didn't realize we share so much in common."

"I'm sorry to break up the reunion, but she must leave in about two hours. You may join us if you like. We're going to review the control panel and the manuals," Kalleen says.

"Sounds like a good idea to me," Eath says.

She walks to the console with a spacious smile on her face. "Good to meet you again, Relo. Several different foreign tongues make up the books I reviewed," she says. "One of them appears to be a dictionary or thesaurus, of two languages. One of which is similar to an ancient Atlantean vernacular. "The one on the control panel is dominant.

KIA'S APARTMENT

A buzz at the door and she approaches and touches the screen. Gramps is standing in the hall. "What do you want?" Kia asks.

"I want to talk to you—I regret what happened, and I want to try to straighten things out. May I come in?" Gramps' request reflects a quality of humility.

"I'll let you in if you promise me no funny stuff. I'm in no mood." Her tone exhibits distrust.

"Okay—open the door."

She unlocks, and he forces the door open. She stumbles backward, but he grabs her. In an instant, another man rushes into the room with a syringe and injects the serum into her neck. Moments later, she collapses to the floor.

Two other men and a woman enter the apartment. "Pack all her things. I want this place cleaned to the bare walls." He turns to the man who injected her and says, "Take her to the AeroBus. Restrain her feet and hands and put a hood over her head. I'll be along soon."

"Yes sir," the man says.

A short time later, the vehicle makes another stop. Gramps goes inside and to his chosen destination. He knocks on the door, but no one answers. After several more attempts, he takes a device from his pocket, which he points at the electronic lock on the apartment door and presses a button. After a short eerie hum, the door opens. He turns to one of the men and says, "You stand guard. Should he return before the others are finished, inject him, and get him out of sight. The rest of you, pack all his belongings and move them to the designated location for transport. You're to stay here until he returns if he's not back before you finish packing. Subdue him and bring him to the rendezvous point. You'll all be rewarded for your efforts." He turns and leaves.

Hours later, Kia begins to awaken from the drug. The hood is still in place, and she tries to move her hands and feet. She can sense the movement of the AeroBus and realizes Gramps kidnapped her. "Where're you taking me?" she demands but she gets no response. "Where are we going?" she screams at the top of her lungs but to no avail. She lies in silence and listens. She detects nothing but the hum of the unit, begins to flail around, and kicks a body. Horror washes over her, and fear paralyzes her. In time, she uses her foot and presses the lifeless form but no reply. A mood of panic grips her, and she surrenders to her restraints and lies in silence.

About an hour later, as she evaluates her options, she detects a subdued groan. "Who are you?" she asks, dreading the answer.

"Kia, are you here?"

"Riah—where are we—what's going on?"

BANNON EAS' OFFICE

Kizzie arrives for a private briefing. The government launched a satellite to monitor the rogue planet, and her position makes her privy to some of the data. She is going to inform him what she learned.

"The lead scientist responsible for the tracking program is questioning the potential of a flyby soon. He is the first to voice an official opinion the globe is in the Milkia Galaxy. The hazard appears to be veering off course. He attributes the fact to the sphere orbiting a different sun than Nibiru."

"In other words, our solar system and the one of the threat may be on a collision trajectory."

"He offers the theory at this time but is a preliminary. Months will be required to confirm or disprove his hypothesis. Best-case scenario indicates the flyby won't be as close as last time. He thinks neither the planet, nor its moon will collide with Goliath."

"Kizzie, do you think they're telling the truth? The spin-doctors may be spreading disinformation to calm some of the fear of the masses. The attacks on government facilities are escalating, and the civilian death toll keeps rising. Each casualty convinces a multitude of people the governmental abuse is real and rampant."

"You might be right. How do we verify or refute the intelligence?" she asks.

"We must make our own observations."

"Yes, but if our findings disagree with the official stance, we won't be able to publicize them."

"The moment OFGRAT is informed. The information will get to the people. Oh—did you become aware? We built a new mobile interface, which includes anti-jamming technology and can override The Broadcast anytime. The unit will be much more difficult to locate than the original. We located a piece of metallic space junk in orbit and the new equipment broadcasts by bouncing the signal off the various angles of the debris and back to the planet. In addition, OFGRAT learned from a reliable source Chancellor Jerka's dead. They're covering up his death. The spin-doctors think knowledge of his demise will encourage more rioting. Plans are to do another mystery program this evening, during prime time. The video will start by suggesting people send their children out of the room due to the graphic nature of the content and is an uncensored showing of the massacres in five of the largest cities on the planet. The event will show actual killings of peaceful, unarmed demonstrators. A lot of work went into this transmission. One must examine with diligence to tell of the programming isn't the real Broadcast News. Done well, the government must make a public statement about the coverage. The silent treatment by the bureaucrats will end."

The hijacked program inserts several commercial slots, and at the right time, and switches back to The Broadcast News. The cameras did not catch the utter chaos as technicians scrambled trying to shut down the intruding transmission.

Kizzie invited Boze Landiz to her condominium for dinner. They sit in awe as the scene unfolds. "How can the government undo this?" she asks.

"The coordination is beyond me," he says. "I can't believe how OFGRAT pulled off the interface with the real programming, and all seemed like a genuine part of The Broadcast News. This is the most powerful one yet. I think the bureaucracy thought this ended when they destroyed the original platform. I can't wait to learn how they will react."

The Broadcast transmitters shut down, one hour later, without explanation. Days pass, and the silence continues. The politicians do likewise.

The opposition carries on with renewed vigor. To add to the tensions, protestors are armed. They use guns with solid projectiles, those fire laser impulses, and firepower projecting liquids at a velocity capable of killing a man. They arm themselves with large kitchen knives, military swords, and machetes. They carry anything they can find to fight back. Soon, the casualties among the troops are about equal to the insurrectionists. The number and size of the protests begin to explode. Civil unrest and dissent in a little while engulf the continent.

KIA'S APARTMENT

Jadan returns from a fourteen-day stretch at the spacecraft. He calls Kia and gets a recording. "This is no longer a working circuit. No further information is available." He rushes to her apartment, which is empty.

He goes to the facilities manager who says, "A man came by and brought the key. He said Ms. Nuggen moved and would not need the residence in the future. The action is most irregular—I decided to leave the rooms unrented for a while, in case she comes back."

"Did you recognize and can you identify the men?" he asks with bewilderment.

"No, but one of my employees said the men moving her belongings are associates of Raefell Nuggen. We assumed he moved her to better quarters, but no one spotted her."

A sense of panic ensues, and Jadan rushes to Riah's. His heart sinks when he finds his apartment empty as well. He goes to the office and learns a similar story. His mind is flooded with questions. _Did she go with Gramps in exchange for my life?_ _Did he abduct her? Did she reconsider and decide life with a Commonuer wouldn't work?_ _I want to get my hands-on him. I will..._

He walks outside and calls Relo. He gets a response and says, "They disappeared without a trace. Her communicator is deactivated."

"What about his device—did you try him?"

"No—I didn't, but I'll ring him now and get back to you."

Jadan hangs up and dials the number. The circuit rings, but he receives no answer. He gets the messaging center. "My friend, where's Kia? Where are you? Please tell her I want to talk." Fear is apparent in his voice, and he is nauseous.

Moments later, he is back on with Relo. "I left him a message. What do you think I should do?"

"Stop by my place—we'll contract Dr. Marshon and get his advice."

"I'm on my way."

THE FOLLOWING DAY

A tapping awakens Kia. She walks over and asks, "Yes?" The gentle knock continues, and she opens the door. In the hall stands a petite dark-skinned servant girl holding a tray with her breakfast and a decanter of Kava. She steps back and allows her to enter. She glances at her with large brown eyes and a somber appearance and puts the contents on the table and turns to leave.

"What is your name?"

An expression of surprise flashes on her face, but she does not answer. She scurries toward the door, but Kia reaches and grabs her by the arm. The girl spins to face her, and the air of panic dominates her small face.

"Don't worry—I'm not going to hurt you—I want you to be my friend." The response of the girl alarms her. "Are you not allowed to speak?"

The girl shakes her head. Kia detects the appearance of disbelief in her eyes.

"You can talk to me. I won't tell anyone."

Confusion and fear once again take over the girl's face.

"Do you want to converse with me?"

The girl gives her a reluctant nod.

"Tell me your name."

An outward show of uncertainty covers the servant's face as she shakes her head while pointing first to her lips and to a small scar on her throat.

Chills wash over her as the possibility sinks in. With reluctance, she asks, "Did they make you so you can't speak?"

Sadness reflects in the girls face as she nods.

Her emotions are overwhelmed. First is shock, followed by anger, and settling on compassion for the petite little being staring up at her. "Can you write?"

The girl shakes her head. Kia studies her. The girl shares many traits of a Commonuer but striking differences are apparent. Her stature is small, perhaps one and a quarter meter tall and a muscular yet well-portioned physique. Her eyes are a tantalizing brown seated under puffy creaseless upper eyelids, and her eyebrows are not arched. They are full and in straight line. Each slopes out from the center of her forehead, starting above the bridge of her nose, which turns up at the end, revealing somewhat enlarged nostrils. Her lips are plush and thick. Her hair is coarse, straight, short, black with sheen, bangs in front, and tapered to collar length in back. Her attire is a dull well-worn beige jump suit and scant sandals.

Kia takes the girls right hand and turns the palm up, which along with her fingers are calloused from work. "I want to find out your name."

The girl stares into Kia's eyes and studies her. She gestures to a tattoo on her neck.

_This can't be_. "Your name is Eight-Seven?" she asks, dreading the answer.

The girl nods and smiles. She points to her chest and to the door with an expression of uncertainty. She realizes the girl is asking permission to leave. She flashes a big hearty smile and says with passion, "You may go."

She grins and hurries from the room.

She glances up and down the hall. The decoration is lavish with polished wood furnishings adorning the corridor. She stares as the girl disappears into the service elevator.

Stunned, she walks to the table and pours herself a steaming cup of Kava. She scrutinizes the food and realizes reality robbed her of her appetite. She takes the beverage and seats herself in a chair beside a small window, overlooking a lush tree filled valley with a beautiful lake. She is in an upper level. She gazes down and views a well-manicured garden with stone sidewalks meandering through the grounds. A circular walkway and several granite benches surround a fountain. The sun reflects countless colors moving about in the water. _What kinds of fish are those?_ She also takes in the beehive of activity as servants, all dressed in beige jump suits, and scurry around working in the garden. In the distance, are fields of geometric shapes with a variety of plants of assorted hues and sizes.

They are in straight rows, and the workers are laboring with dedication between them. They all share Eight-Seven's physical characteristics. The men's heads are clean-shaven. She gazes and realizes one is giving orders using hand signals and gestures. She stares and meditates, as Gramps' words haunt her. " _This is why the Annunaki of the pure bloodline is recognized as the 'god race'."_

She reflects on the stories her sitter Rehab told her about an omnipotent and omnipresent deity, which created the universe from a void. She believed in Him, and He is over everything. _Did the real God give up on us?_ Kia found belief in the Divine a difficult concept, but the ever-changing scientific explanations regarding the origins of the cosmos and humankind make no sense to her.

She remembers asking her, "Why is so much evil in the world if He is real?"

Rehab said, "He gives man free will. He bestows on humanity the ability to choose the direction of his or her life—for good or wickedness, and malevolence prevails at this time in our history. The greed of man leads to all sorts of sin against one another. Some day—God will push the reset button, and mankind will be forced to start over—I pray for better."

"Why did He give humanity free will?" she recalls asking.

"Man wouldn't be the same without choice. The alternative is the life of a robot where every action and thought is preprogrammed and life offers no choices. Would you like to live life without options?" she asked.

"No."

"Also, He wants our worship."

Over time, she mentioned Rehab's belief to her parents and Gramps. They always answered the same. "They are myth, legend, fables—and nothing more."

Now, Kia needs to believe in something greater than herself. The sensation of hopelessness overwhelms her, and her faith in humankind plummets to a new low.

A knock on the door brings her back to reality. She opens, and Gramps and Riah are in the hallway. The gawk on Riah's face expresses his displeasure. "Come along child," he says in a cheerful tone. "I want to give you a tour of the compound, and I want you to peek at your genetics research laboratory, I built and equipped for you."

Jadan and Relo arrived at the doctor's office. He invites them in and closes the door. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Dr. Marshon, they disappeared, and I think Gramps kidnapped them."

"Why do you think he abducted them?"

He explains what he learned.

"Jadan—you aren't going to like this, but I must ask. Are you positive she does not possess another man in her life? She's a beautiful and famous person."

Relo says, "Sir, if you spent time with those two, you wouldn't ask."

"To add to my certainty, she was kidnapped. Her twin brother Riah is gone, and his residence is vacated as well. The manager of his apartment complex said some of Raefell Nuggen's associates moved out all of his belongings. No one spotted him in the process. He told Kia and me Gramps got so upset over our relationship, he put out a contract to get me killed. The facts lead me to believe the abduction theory."

"Commander Jasen will be here in a few minutes on another matter. We'll discuss your thoughts with him, if you can stay. Well, the problem would move into the realm of the impossible—if Nuggen took them to his mountain compound."

"I'm not willing to accept the obvious. He abducted her, and I'll get her back or die trying."

"How do you propose to get to the complex?"

"An OFGRAT reporter got in and took the video we viewed on the mystery broadcast. He got in—why can't we?"

"Who are the WE...?" Relo asks with a chuckle.

"We're a team—the three of us. We're going to do enormous things with the spacecraft. Kia's rescue should be a snap. Betta is my mentor. After his escape from The Inner Dome and his part in the planning and breaking back in, I want him to be the fourth member of our team. We might even want to recruit Renny." Jadan's mind is racing. "Think of the moral boost to the revolution rescuing her out will provide."

"You make a good point," Marshon says.

The buzzer on Dr. Marshon's desk sounds. "Yes?"

"Commander Jasen is here, sir. Shall I send him in?"

"Yes, please, and bring a fresh decanter of Kava—thank you." He gets up and walks to the door to greet him. "Did we find a challenge for you—one you can't pass up."

"I can't wait—let me listen to the details." Amusement is evident in his voice and a smile on his face.

After Jadan explains the situation, Rogg sits for sometime deep in thought. "What you suggest never happened or attempted, far as I am aware. What you said about the video on the mystery broadcast isn't quite accurate. A member of the security detail assigned to the compound is disgruntled with the conduct of the Annunaki hierarchy and the NEX. He provided the documentation. He did so at huge risk to himself and his family. To get to the complex is a monumental task, and to get inside and move around is a different set of problems. At present, I'm not sure how to approach the chore. This is such a colossal undertaking. The challenge must be an official OFGRAT mission. We'll need to get the overview approved before we start planning. You three will be at the craft day after tomorrow. I'll meet you, and we'll discuss the status. Meantime, I'll try to get their approval and establish for fact they are at the complex."

### CHAPTER 25

Secrets of the Spacecraft

NUGGEN'S MOUNTAIN COMPOUND

They walk in silence as Gramps escorts them around the grounds. They take an AeroBus tour of the area, and he explains the fruits and vegetables growing on the premises. For hours, the excursion goes on. She cannot believe the size of the grounds.

"You own three?" she asks.

At first, he does not respond. She asks again, "Is this one of three compounds you own? Don't ignore me—"

"Answer her question," Riah says. "Do we not deserve the truth?" Sarcasm and insolence add emphasis to his words.

"Yes, this is the largest and my favorite of the three. Your Grandmother likes this one also, so we spend most of our time here. You'll get together with her and your parents this evening. We're hosting a dinner party. I trust you two won't embarrass us." A subtle threat is in his tone. "I suggest the two of you circulate among the guests and introduce yourselves to the people. You'll expend a lot of time with them in the future. Your life here will be more pleasant if you make new friends."

"Sounds like we're to stay here," he says.

"Soon you'll get past your defiance, and you'll be active, participating family members. Let's go view your research lab. I think you'll be pleased. You need anything else. I'll provide. I want you to solve the nourishment issue. All these millennia, I'm sick to death of the Minnue. I want to eat real foodstuff again."

"What do you mean?" he asks. "Processed food existed since the Great War. How old are you?"

"I'm old enough," Gramps says as he side steps the topic.

"Why will you not answer our questions? You act as though we aren't worth the effort of explanations. You want us to follow your instructions and keep our mouths shut. Tell me why you think we would want to be so docile?" Kia asks.

"Let me say—I was around since long before then. Many of the stories I told you when I helped you with your history, I lived firsthand." He debates how much to share. "You two settle in, become part of the family, I'll tell you more in time, but not today."

"No—no, I have more questions, like where did Eight-Seven come from?" She glares at him in anger.

"What's Eight-Seven?" he asks with feigned confusion.

"She is the young dark-skinned girl who brought my food earlier."

"I don't recognize the servants' nomenclatures. Let's go and examine your lab." Gramps again tries to sidestep the question.

"Do they get names or are they assigned figures for identification?"

"We assign numbers to them, so we can keep records, like any other livestock. Each gets an identification chip implanted above their left shoulder blade."

His attitude infuriates her. "Her race originated where? Please—don't play semantics with me."

"Okay—you want to understand so I'll tell you. For eons, we harvested them from another planet, but with the end of space travel, we began reproducing them—like other domestic livestock. Over time, through selective breeding, we've created a calm, passive, and cooperative species, which performs much better than the ones we trapped."

"What are you two talking about?" Riah asks. "I don't follow."

"The servants are slaves. Did you contact any of them?" she asks.

"No—they bring my food in and leave without a word."

"They didn't speak because they can't. Gramps eliminated their vocal cords to prevent speech. Examine them and you will find each bears a small scar in the same spot on their throats—residual from the surgery."

"Gramps—tell me what I believe isn't true. Tell me they aren't slaves you breed and raise like animals. For the love of the gods, tell me you don't make them mute," he says with frustration in his voice.

An extended silence falls on the room as the three of them stare at one another. Kia breaks the stillness. "Answer him."

"They are sub-human," he says. "Several millennia ago when they were allowed to talk, we encountered difficulty maintaining discipline. In fact, in the distant past, they rose up and tried to overthrow us. The practice of muting them, along with careful reproduction, gave us the docile beings we now possess. We also control their numbers."

"How do you manage their procreation?" Riah asks.

"The process is simple. We put a chemical addition in their meals, which makes the males impotent and the females infertile. We select the male and female with the genetic traits we want when we need more. They're isolated together, and we remove the compound from the food. They take thirty to sixty days for conception, but pregnancies often yield twins. At birth, they stay with the mother for one week allowing the infants to receive her colostrum. We find we get healthier offspring this way. They are moved to a nursery where they are cared for by old females who became too weak and frail to work in the fields."

"What happens to the ones who get too old to be productive at all?" Kia asks, fearing the answer.

He pauses and says, "You don't want me to say... let me get this straight...Eight-Seven is communicating with you. She is aware the act is forbidden, and she'll be whipped with severity for her disobedience."

"Gramps—if anything is done to the servant girl, you'll meet a side of us, you don't want to," Riah says.

"Are you threatening me, Boy?"

"You damned straight I am, and I dare you to try us."

"Do you speak for Kia with your threat?"

"I'm including myself," she says.

THE SPACECRAFT

Jadan and Relo arrived earlier in the day. They expect Marshon and Kahnn before the calibration of the satellite is completed. Mika, Jaan, and Kaamren came earlier. They want to make a proposal for programming the heat-seeking orbiter.

Kalleen Smid informs them Kedra and Professor Keena will get to Abydos in five days.

"Let's go to the snack bar," he says. "I would like a cup of Kava before we start on the computer network."

Kaamren is getting his beverage when they arrive. "What's the status of the four passenger model Dérobé-1? Is the camouflage skin in production?" Jadan asks.

"No—we are in possession of enough of the fabric to build one more archetype. We must find another source of raw materials, or we'll be back trying to develop another product with the same characteristics. We possess the two prototype units and no more. Why do you ask?"

"I need transportation for a rescue mission to the Escapades," he says and offers no more information. "Oh yeah—what's the maximum range of Dérobé-1?"

"The distance is dependent on the weight of the load, speed, and landscape," Kaamren says.

"Two passengers and supplies out, and four back with minimal provisions."

"Under those conditions, you can travel about one thousand kilometers at a moderate rate, avoiding environmental extremes Excessive velocity or steep topography will reduce the distance."

"By the way—what does Dérobé mean?" he asks.

"The name means ' _secret'_ in an ancient dialect."

"Thank you for the answers." Jadan walks away and follows Relo back to their workstation. "Let's determine if the system uses the sequence of pluses and minuses like ours for creating letters, numbers, or symbols."

Later in the morning, they conclude the computers appear to utilize two ciphers in combination to make sequential data streams used by the programming. They deduce they can read the same two digits repeating into a never-ending flow of impulses. "Get me an oscilloscope. Let's try to find out how the information appears, and if we're right about the two streaming in combination, we should get two heights on the display." An hour later, they attach a scope through a diode, which allows electricity to move in a single direction, to what they believe to be an output port of a small computer.

"Should we be wrong, the safety precaution will prevent reverse feedback from the instrument from entering and perhaps damaging the network. I guess we're ready," he says. "Reboot and let's evaluate what happens."

Relo presses the reset button, and the processor shuts down. Moments later, the system starts to boot up. Jadan attaches the clamp to the oscilloscope. The instruction stream of the restart flows and a series of peaks and valleys appear across the screen. "Two data levels—this is a binary language."

"Terrific. Well—now the big hurdles come. What are the two characters—how many are in the total—how many times do the combinations repeat to form a valid binary unit?" Jadan asks.

"Why are you so somber?" Eath Marshon asks as he, Kahnn, and Jasen walk up.

"Not somber—we've discovered the craft's systems use a two-character language which runs in sequence to create letters, numbers, and symbols. We think the two characters work like our pluses and minuses," Jadan says. "For now, I want us to discuss the rescue."

"Not so fast," he says. "OFGRAT didn't authorize the mission. They didn't reject the request, but they want you to present a detailed plan and an explanation as to why the challenge is beneficial to the revolution. I am full of information, which will help in developing the operation, but you're on your own trying to convince the leadership the freeing of them is in the best interest of the resistance. I suggest you leave your emotions at the door when you make your presentation."

Jadan is disappointed, and his face shows the fact.

"Let me help you put the specifics together. I thought of some ideas as to how the venture will aid the insurrection," he says. "I talked with Renny. He's willing to assist, if you would like, so let's get back to the systems. This evening you and I'll meet in private and discuss the alternatives."

Betta and Jadan get together in his room at sunset.

"The commander gave me the following information," Kahnn says. "Here're aerial maps of the planet from the satellite system. Load them to your computer and we'll be capable of zooming in and view details as small as a half centimeter all the way from Abydos to the mountain compound. Rogg obtained a schematic of the complex, including a layout of the rooms in the mansion, by floor. The security officer provided much useful information and included the locations of Kia and Riah's quarters. What do we do about Riah?"

"I don't think he wants to be confined. The objective is to bring them out together. Here is my thinking—subject to approval of the OFGRAT Commission of course. The plan will require the two prototype units. Engineers, from The Conversant, designed and built the prototypes. They can't be spotted by either heat seeking or visual satellites if they're sitting still."

"Still—not moving," Betta is unable to control a sarcastic laugh. "What good is a vehicle, which must be motionless to be invisible?"

"Okay—I get your point, but here are the specifics. The Dérobés ride on six drive wheels with all working in unison. Equipped with track erasing technology, they still create an enormous amount of dust. The visuals will detect the debris. We appear to be small storm from space. To prevent detection, we'll travel during the hours of darkness."

"Can't something be done about the dirt? Our progress being limited to night will slow us too much."

"The engineers are busy trying to correct the defective collection system, which captures and filters the dirty air removing all the particles. A small volume of moisture gets added to the residue, which falls to the ground. The concept is outstanding but plagued with unreliability."

"How reliable is the camouflage?"

"The feature is flawless. The problem—they can't find raw materials to make more, unless they find a new idea, the two Dérobés are all we will possess."

"Approval to use them on an undertaking as risky as this will be difficult."

"Perhaps, but I'm going to try."

"Okay, now you studied all the information, what're you thinking?" Betta asks.

"We'll utilize Nuggen's arrogance against him. He thinks the charade about the poisonous Hell Zone, and the distance to the compound provides him with an impenetrable barrier. He's convinced his private train is the one way in, and the safety measures are no doubt tight. Those are several of his weaknesses. With the Dérobés, we can go in under the cover of darkness. He's so confident, he uses no electronic surveillance around the compound—detachments of security forces do the chore. They move about the complex on predefined schedules and routes. The info supplied by Rogg gives both."

"How sure are you the intelligence from the commander is valid?" he asks.

"Quite sure—he provided the intelligence."

"Lesson number one—don't judge as accurate the input you receive from an informant until verified by yourself. He is a good man and a reliable ally, but Jasen is passing along data he received from another. The information is as good as the informer. Do you identify with and believe him?"

"Who...can I trust the mole?

"Yes."

"I don't recognize who the other one is, so how can I rely on him without question? Ah—I get your point."

"You told me yourself Raefell Nuggen wanted you dead. The possibility exists this is a baited trap. The proposal must contain contingencies for betrayal. The primary objective is to get in...get Kia and get out. Riah is a bonus but not the main purpose."

"You're making me paranoid. I now question my entire thought process on the matter."

"Good—now we can evaluate the data and plan a job with logic. What's your reason for wanting to launch the undertaking?"

"I want to get Kia—"

"No, no, no,—keep personal desires and emotions out of this. What's the intention of the mission?"

"I want to strengthen the revolution by showing the NEX, they can be reached. They are not gods. Magic or divine shields do not protect them. Embarrass them and they often do stupid things. We must get them off balance and keep them scrambling."

"Excellent," Kahnn says. "I believe you launched a challenge The OFGRAT Commission can't refuse. Let's get to the planning and fortuities.

"I would like for Renny to be part of our team. You said he's willing."

"I asked him, and he agreed. Should we call him for this session?"

"No—I want him to review our strategy for flaws. We'll prepare, document, and ask him to shoot holes in our concept. We need to go back to the drawing board if he can."

I like the idea. _The kid shows excellent potential_.

Jadan goes to answer a knock. "Come in, Jasen. We've been discussing you and your information. Take a seat."

"The twins are no doubt at the mountain compound. My source says neither is happy."

"How comfortable are you with the facts from your informant? Would you put your life on the line?"

"Well—I believe he's honest and reliable, but I wouldn't stake my life on you, and I think you to be trustworthy. People aren't flawless and data from informants is seldom perfect. Plans built on such knowledge must always contain one or more contingencies—in case the intelligence is flawed," Rogg says.

Hours pass as the three record the plan and fortuities based on several possible scenarios.

THE MOUNTAIN COMPOUND

Nuggen walks alone in his garden, contemplating his next move with the twins. "Sir, you received an encrypted communiqué from Director Joanz," says the messenger. He opens his communicator and retrieves the message.

The statement says, "The information is passed along. The preparation is now in play."

A smile crosses Raefell's face.

Riah detects a faint tapping at the door. A petite female servant holds a serving dish. He stands aside to allow her entry. She goes to the table and places the dishes. Without looking at him, she hurries from the room, and he recognizes a small light colored brand on her neck. He reads the unmistakable number 87. "Thank you," he says, above a whisper, but she does not acknowledge.

He pours a glass of the chilled beverage, and picks up a snack cube, walks to a chair, and sits. He takes a sip as he drifts into deep thought.

Kia is standing at the window watching Gramps walk at a leisurely pace in the garden. _How can he live with himself? I believed him as the kindest man in the world while growing up. He used to be my hero._ She now realizes he conceals a cruel and evil side she does not like.

She overhears the familiar tapping, proceeds to the door, and admits Eight-Seven, who is holding a tray with a decanter and two dome-covered dishes. "Hello. Please come in."

She closes the door. In an instant, she whirls around with an expression of fright on her face. She flashes a large and sincere smile. Her stare of horror begins to soften.

"Sit over here."

The panic renews itself, as the girl shakes her head.

She realizes she asked her to break protocol.

"Are you allowed to visit with me?"

She again declines. An appearance of confusion forms in her eyes.

"Please, put the tray there." She walks to her, bends down, and takes her tiny chin in her hand. She raises the girl's face toward her own and tries to gaze into her eyes. She is looking away from her. She continues to hold her until at last Eight-Seven glances at her and maintains eye contact. Her compassion for the frightened girl grows. _What horrors does she endure?_ "My name is Kia. I want you to be my friend. Do you understand?"

She returns a slight but guarded nod.

She removes the top from one of the plates. She gives her the opportunity to take some of the morsels. "Please...eat some."

She grunts and shakes her head.

"Take one—please." She holds the plate out to her.

An appearance of disbelief shows in her eyes. She backs away.

"Eight-Seven, they kidnapped me and brought to the compound against my will. I'm a prisoner. Do you comprehend?"

She cocks her head to the right and gives a precautious nod, but the gaze in her eyes implies she doubts what she is hearing.

"I don't understand about your people, but I am aware your ancestors are from another planet. I'm not sure what others expect of you, but I want you to be my friend. Do you understand?"

She nods.

Again, she offers her some of the food, but the girl refuses. This time, she simulates the act of regurgitating.

"Will a little bite make you ill?"

Eight-Seven nods. Her appearance begins to brighten.

"Can you eat any of the items you bring me?"

She shakes her head, and once more mimics vomiting.

OFGRAT COMMISSION HEADQUARTERS SEVERAL DAYS LATER

Jadan waits in the lobby for the scheduled hearing on his proposed mission to the mountain compound. He rehearsed his presentation until he can propose each step in his sleep. _They may_ _refuse the undertaking._ _What's next..._? He overhears footsteps approaching the door. The nausea intensifies.

"Come on in," Kaamren says. "How are you?"

"Nervous—I'm tense."

"Relax," he whispers with a slight chuckle. "This shouldn't take long."

They walk into the room, and he says, "Ladies and gentlemen, for those of you who did not meet him, allow me to present Jadan Kanzz. I'll let you introduce yourselves after the meeting. You all received written copies of his proposal and his benefit statement, so let's go straight to the question and answer phase." A short pause later, Kaamren says, "The floor recognizes Seth."

He gets up, clears his throat, and asks, "Are you in a romantic relationship with the young Annunaki you wish to rescue and the reality is she not the granddaughter of Raefell Nuggen?"

"Yes—yes, those are facts," he says without apology.

He continues. "Should we approve the mission, which I oppose, do you think you can stay objective? Can you make a rational decision if you become aware she and/or her brother will be recaptured or perhaps killed?"

"Yes, I can. I selected my team with care, and our plan is full of checks and balances designed to abort the operation if necessary. Let's put aside the personal emotions I might hold for her. Do you think for a moment Betta Kahnn, Renny, or Relo Kazza will fail to consider the danger should any of our lives come into jeopardy? The undertaking is dangerous. People might be hurt, killed, or captured. I don't take the situation without concern nor does any member of my team. Let's get beyond personal vendettas and evaluate the value of success to the revolution. To date, we are unsuccessful dealing them a serious blow. Their compounds are their fortresses, and they believe, as do the masses, the complexes are impenetrable. Nuggen is co-chair of the NEX and in line to be the next chair. He's the second most powerful man on the planet. Who's a better target than the future top man? Imagine the rumor mill when the word gets out that we succeeded. Add to this, the mystery broadcast and the revolution is off to the races."

Boze Landiz stands and asks, "What if you get to the complex and discover they changed their minds and don't want to leave?"

"In that situation, we kidnap them," says Jadan. "The operation is to go get them—whether they want to be rescued or not. The result will be the same. We went into his largest compound and abducted his twin grandchildren. I don't think the population will be interested in whether they came willing. They will pay attention to the fact we can get in and out of one of the complexes and bring out prisoners, if we desire."

Another rises and says, "I reviewed the plan and contingencies with concern. I think the plan's merits are worth the risk, and although dangerous, I think the benefits justify the mission. I deem the risks are too high to commit both prototypes. I propose we approve the rescue but limit our exposure to one unit."

Discussion of the proposal is lengthy, but Jadan's efforts to convince the group to pledge two are unsuccessful. The final decision is to support the undertaking but restrict the authorization to use Dérobé-1 alone.

"The one can pull a camouflaged trailer with supplies. The tag along won't be visible to any of the satellites as long as all travel is done under the cover of darkness, as proposed," Kaamren says. "The unit is designed as a four passenger vehicle. Your group consists of the unit's capacity. The engineers believe the transporter can handle five passengers plus the trailer with minimal supplies. We suggest you reduce the size of your force to three and plan to bring out both. The fit will be tight, but we think feasible. Remember, the camouflage on the pulled unit does not provide a heat shield. All riders must be inside Dérobé-1. You can drop the trailer, if necessary, once close enough for us safely to retrieve the tag along."

"I agree," Jadan says with a broad smile.

"What is the start date for the mission?" Landiz asks.

"Day-after tomorrow—we'll leave at dusk and travel until dawn. We will take two nights to arrive. The third evening is when we plan to carry out the rescues and return to the staging point. The task will take between five and seven days, depending on difficulties encountered."

THE MOUNTAIN COMPOUND

The dinner party is over, and the twins blended with the crowd, staying together most of the time. They met several other young people who appeared as disgruntled as they did about attending. Kia recognized one of the adolescent women from Abydos University. They mingled, but to Gramps's disappointment, they made no new friends. The last of the guests left and they, and their parents are gathered around a table trying to act amiable. Gramps and Gramma are outside waving off their visitors.

"Are you two adjusting to your new surroundings?" their mother asks, in an effort to make conversation.

"No," Riah says. "I find the confinement of being a prisoner difficult to adjust to."

"You shouldn't consider the situation as such, dear. Remember how good life is here at the compound. What more might you ask for?"

"Liberty, Mother, freedom...you having him think for you and control you may be okay for you, but I don't like 'the good life.' I'm quite capable of thinking for myself—thank you much."

"I think the same way," Kia says. "He isn't content, unless he's controlling everyone and everything. Perhaps I'm too much like him. I want to be in control—at least of my own life. How can you be happy sitting around, with slaves catering to your whims? They possess a right to life and happiness as well."

"They're laborers, Darling—not vassals.

"No, Mother, if they are, they would own homes, families, names of the most importance, hope. They lack all those amenities. They're refused the dignity of a name—they're numbers. How heartless can you be?" she says.

Gramps and Gramma walk in. "Huh, it appears you're deep in a discussion," he says.

"What are they fed?" she asks.

"They're ordinary servants, dear—not bondsmen."

"Can they leave if they want? Can they unify and raise families? Can they go as they please?"

"Well—no, but they get everything they need. We assure they are cared for."

"Is that so...? What do they eat, Gramps?"

"They get a special food prepared from the Minnue which provides all they require for good health."

"They get a unique meal...one ration...a menu of one item," she says, nearing rage. "What do they drink?"

"They get mineral fortified water—nothing else." Gramps' anger is becoming evident. "You became an advocate for the servants? Would you like to try life without their services for a while?"

"Yes, yes, I would," she says. "I prefer being back in Abydos."

"Well, you're not going back." He growls, his patience wearing thin.

Gramps turns to Kia's dad and asks, "Did she tell you about her new genetics research lab? I gave her the finest one on the planet. I'm sure she'll solve the food problem and make the Minnue obsolete."

### CHAPTER 26

Rescue Attempt

AT THE SPACECRAFT

Eath approaches and views the excitement. "What's happening?" he asks.

"We've written a program to analyze the structure of the systems. We determined the computers use a binary code made up of ones and zeros. We believe each character, number, or symbol is a combination of eight ones and zeros. I hope we'll be able to prove the theory before we leave on the mission," Jadan says.

"We will try. I'll work on the project while you three are gone," Relo says. "I want to go with you."

"I wish you could, but Dérobé-1 will handle five of us with survival supplies. We're doing well here, and you can keep up the momentum. Update Dr. Marshon while I meet with Betta and Renny for one last run-through. He found a potential flaw in our plan, and we're going to make some last minute modifications."

The group is at the staging area. Tensions are high as they finish loading the trailer and go through the checklist one final time.

"In thirty minutes, we can launch. We must conserve energy from the start of the mission," Betta says. "We need the spare dark vision goggles?"

"They're in the backpack I left at Dérobé-1."

They decided to drive in three and a half hour shifts. "We'll operate with a driver and a navigator who will use the portable computer and mapping software to plot every meter of the trip. The daylight hours, when they must remain stopped, they will take turns standing guard while the others sleep.

At last, they get underway. Jadan will drive the first stretch with Betta as the direction finder. He tutors Renny on the navigation program. The dusk is moonless. An eerie sensation accompanies them as they head into the darkness.

The two days proved taxing, but as the sun begins to rise, the compound is visible. They prepare for another difficult day trying to sleep in the cramped quarters. Air circulation around the camouflage skin is restricted, and the temperature inside becomes almost unbearable. Their nerves are a bit ragged, and they become testy with one another. They continue to remind each other the operation is important, and they cannot lose perspective.

Twilight approaches, and the temperature is more comfortable. Betta and Jadan are in a deep sleep.

"Okay, sleeping beauties, wake up. Let's eat and get gone. A sweetheart in distress must be rescued," he says with a snicker.

They leave Dérobé-1 hidden in a wooded area near the perimeter of the compound. He checks the schedule. "A security guard will be by here any time now." They settle in and wait. An hour goes by, but no one passes. "I don't like the missing activity," Renny says. "My gut tells me something isn't right."

"I'm getting an uncomfortable sensation as well. No one's moving anywhere and I'm concerned. In the videos, the slaves moved about the entire time. This is eerie," Betta says.

"Well, what now?" Jadan asks.

"You're the team leader—what do you suggest?" Kahnn asks.

He is alone in his mind. He evaluates possible scenarios, and he detects a noise behind them. He turns and in the darkness stands the silhouettes of twelve armed troopers.

"I slept through this scenario," Renny says in jest. "Hello boys, welcome to the party."

The leader steps out of the darkness and says, "We've been expecting you, but we thought you would be here yesterday. Restrain them—Nuggen planned a special welcoming ceremony for you."

They cuff their hands, and the captain of the guard says, "Okay, let's go—head for those three lights."

Riah is bored and even though Gramps told him to stay in his room, he decided to go for a walk around the grounds. He makes out a commotion, steps back into the shadows, and scrutinizes the troops march by with Jadan, Betta, and Renny. He follows at a distance. The group enters the lower level of the mansion and closes the door. He attempts to follow, but the passage is locked from inside. He hurries to Kia's room. Eight-Seven is at hand when he knocks. The noise startles her, and an appearance of fear pervades her face.

She goes to the door and viewing the expression on his face. She asks, "What's wrong?"

"I spotted a patrol with three prisoners. I'm almost positive they captured Jadan."

"Are you sure? How did he get this far? You don't think he arranged to get him abducted and brought here—do you?"

"I don't think so. They wouldn't need twelve men to bring the three of them here in shackles. I think they got caught somewhere close. Kia—they may be a rescue party trying to free us. I recognized one of the men in the patrol. I'll try to locate him and ask him what happened."

The girl is standing nearby with a puzzled appearance on her face.

She thinks of an idea. She goes to her computer and pulls up her photo album and images of him. She prints copies, shows the photos to Eight-Seven, and tells her, "This is Jadan. He's a special friend. Show the pictures to the others and perhaps they can help us find him."

She gives a nod, folds the papers, and puts them in her pocket out of sight. Again, she points to her chest and the door to tell Kia she is going. She leaves the room and disappears down the corridor.

"You made quite a little friend. You're the first Annunaki she ever trusted."

"Yes, and if I get out of here, I'm going to take her with me. The rest of the planet's population needs to perceive her and be aware of what's happening with her people. Riah, every time I stare at the scar on her throat, and I want to claw his eyes. His heart is ice."

"What're we going to do? I'm afraid Gramps will kill Jadan if gets his hands on him."

"I overheard him tell Gramma last evening he planned to return to Abydos. He won't be back for three days. We need to resolve this matter before he returns."

They heed a gentle but familiar tapping on the door. She is surprised Eight-Seven returned so soon, and she is beaming a big smile.

"Did you find him?"

She nods. She searches the room for a pencil and paper, finds one, and tries to sketch the location on the lower floor where they are. In frustration, she motions for him to follow.

"I'm going with her. You stay here." They hurry from the room and down the hall. They pass through servant's quarters and the kitchen to a large laundry room with a closet at the rear. She signals for him to follow. They enter, and she closes the door. She slides a minute cabinet to the side, exposing a small opening through the wall about knee-high to Riah. She scurries into the hole and again gestures for him to come along. The aperture is so small he pulls himself through on his stomach. She leads him through a series of small-concealed passageways forming a maze. The servants created a network, which allows them to move with freedom and undetected about the mansion.

He kicks a wall making a noise. The girl turns, frowns, and shakes her head. Soon she comes to a section on an inside partition. She stops and listens but discovers nothing. She moves the panel a little. She gazes through the small opening, slides aside, and signals him to view.

He crawls to the segment and glimpses through the tiny crack. Jadan sits on the floor leaning against the opposite wall. The other two men are facing him. He does not recognize them, since he cannot study their faces. The three are talking in whispers. He can't understand what they're saying, nor can he find the door. He reaches into his pocket and extracts a small knife. He taps on the panel twice, but no one pays attention. He pecks again—harder this time.

Jadan detects the sound.

He raps four times, two short and two long.

He tries to locate the source of the noise. He gets up and walks across the room to the table concealing the board.

Riah knocks again.

He finds the small crack and bends down for a closer examination.

He whispers, "Jadan—can you understand me?"

"Yes."

"Are they guarding the door?"

"Not now—they left to take a break and dead bolted and braced the door from the outside. We can't get out."

He turns to Eight-Seven and asks, "Can you help me get them out of the complex?"

She flashes him a spacious smile and nods. She points toward him and motions in the direction of Jadan, Betta, and Renny. She slides the sheet to let them through the wall. She signals for them to follow. She moves aside until the last one is through and puts everything back in place. They crawl on their hands and knees through the maze of concealed passageways until they reach a compact tunnel large enough for them to pass. The far end disappears into a tiny distant dot of light.

Renny balks. "I'm sorry guys, but I suffer from severe claustrophobia. I can't go in—no way. I would rather face Raefell Nuggen than crawl into the hole. You go ahead. I'll try to find another way out."

She stares at him with compassion and beckons for Jadan and Betta to go through the tunnel. Eight-Seven signals the other two she will go another way. He hurries into the burrow and scurries for what seems like a kilometer. He reaches an object at the end. He pushes, and as the item moves and light debris falls on him. He shoves through and clears the passageway. Betta is close behind him. They conceal the opening in a dense thicket of small bushes. Lights of the compound are visible nearby.

"Can you tell where we are in relation to Dérobé-1?" he asks.

"I believe our transportation is on the other side of the complex."

"Our luck—"

"Relax young fellow. Things are moving forward again. The fact remains, the information Rogg gave us set us up. I hope he is a victim like us. We hold on to an opportunity to pull this off. Now, we realize for sure Riah's with us, and I'm sure she will be also." Kahnn attempts to console him. _Ah, he suffers from the impatience of youth_. _Jadan's obsession with Kia reminds me of my first years with Teska._ The empty sensation returns. He wants to hold her and the children, but he realizes their death is possible. He loves her too much to take the risks.

"Let's go search for Dérobé-1."

"I think we better stay put. The little servant girl is aware where the tunnel exits. She will bring them here if she is successful at getting them out. We need to regroup."

"You're right—if we strike out we'll never find the others. Let's sit over here and wait."

Time ticks by with about three hours until dawn. _What do we do if they don't show...?_ About an hour before first light, they detect a rustling in the thicket near them. Fear sets in until they recognize Eight-Seven leading the rest through the undergrowth. His heart leaps when he recognizes she is with them. She hurries through the obstructions to get to him. The two lock in a tight embrace and their lips meet.

"All right you two," Renny says. "This is neither the time nor place for romance. We must find somewhere to get out of sight until evening. We can't find Dérobé-1 before dawn, and even if we did, we couldn't leave until nightfall."

Kia turns to Eight-Seven. "Are you aware of a place we can hide until dark?"

The girl thinks for a few moments and motions for them to follow. A short distance away, she begins removing brush from a cliff face. A small cavern opening appears.

"What do you think, Renny—can you go in the cave?" Riah asks.

"I'll close my eyes, and you lead me in. Should I act up, knock my silly ass out."

The air is dark and damp, complete with the musty aroma, and cobwebs. They go inside, and she lights several candles left by previous visitors. She scurries to the entrance, conceals the opening, and they wait.

"I need the PIC masking wrist bands for Kia and Riah." Jadan says.

"They are in the backpack we planned to take in with us. I dropped the bag when they captured us. I don't believe any of the troops spotted me," Renny says. "Move them deeper into the cavern. The farther underground they are. Detection of their PICs is less of a threat. I'll go find Dérobé-1, and I'll also bring back some rations and water."

Earlier in the day, the guards slide food and water into the room, closed, and locked the door. In the afternoon, they once more pushed in provisions and found the previous tray remained untouched. Panic gripped them as they rushed into the empty room.

"Get the captain—we're in big trouble. Nuggen orders people killed for less than this," says the panic-stricken guard.

"Secure the grounds. We must find them and fast."

Renny exits the cave and makes out an audible siren. _They are aware we've escaped_. He hurries back inside.

"Why are you back so soon?" Betta asks.

"A loud alarm is being sounded. I think they missed us. Does the heat-seeking satellite shut down for calibration today?"

"Let me check the schedule," Jadan says as he checks a piece of paper in his shirt pocket. "The scheduled downtime is from 1600 to 1900 hours today—uuh—"

"Uuh what..."

"The Captain of the Guard at the compound can ask for a delay..."

"A prisoner escape is bad for the head of security," Kahnn says. "His career will be ruined—he might get jail time or worse. I don't think he dares to make a request for an interruption. He'll want the breakout kept quiet for as long as possible, hoping they catch us. Be careful, Renny. Our lives depend on your success."

"I'll go with him," Riah says.

"We can't risk two heat signatures for the satellite to locate and double the possibility of detection," Jadan says.

With tension so high, he forgets his claustrophobia. Again, he goes towards the entrance. Once outside, he conceals the cave and stands for a short time studying the terrain and memorizing landmarks. He walks away, staying under the trees to mask his body heat.

The insects are unrelenting, biting or stinging every exposed surface of his skin. The day matures and the sun hangs over the horizon, and eerie shadows begin to create illusions in the distant forest. The sound of wildlife in the foliage and scampering through the undergrowth adds to the anxiety. He listens to the constant commotion in the compound as the search for them continues.

He arrives at a large treeless expanse covered in one-meter tall grass and evaluates his options. The area is about three-quarters of a kilometer across. Should he follow the tree line—the distance is about five kilometers around the clearing? He checks his timepiece, 1845 hours. In fifteen minutes, the heat-seeking satellite will be back on line. _Should I go around and stay among the trees_? He realizes time is fleeting, and he lowers to his hands and knees and starts through the grass. The blades are sharp and relentless. The further he crawls the softer the ground becomes and the thicker the grasses. Soon he is in mud, and water about fifteen centimeters deep, and gets more so as the vegetation thins. He reaches an expanse about twenty meters wide where no plant life grows—nothing but open water. He checks his timepiece, _1900 hours. The satellite will be back on_. He shivers in the chill of the water as he nears the clearing. He stares as a leaf and several small sticks float by. He notes the lack of wind. This is a flowing stream.

He views the darkening sky. _The cold water will dissipate my body heat._ He glances upward, as a brilliant flash lights the darkness and blazing debris flies in all directions. _Wow. What took place?_

At OFGRAT Commission Headquarters, communicators began to buzz all over the complex. Everyone's question is— _what_ _happened_? A huge part of the northern hemisphere viewed the massive explosion. Computer engineers hacked into and reprogrammed satellite during calibration. They succeeded, but the unit's self-destruct activated in the process.

Deep in the cavern, Kia is sitting between Jadan's legs leaning back against his chest. He put his arms around her warming her as they relax cheek to cheek.

"I can't believe you came for me. I thought getting out was impossible," she whispers. "Gramps told me he built one way in and out—his private train."

"Well—Gramps erred, but we aren't out yet. Someone set us up and gave us bad information to lead us into Gramps' trap. All our plans fell apart, once captured. Our contingencies didn't fit the conditions we encountered. From this point forward, we're taking things as they come."

"How'd you get here?"

"We came in a four passenger transporter our engineers developed."

"Four passengers...we are six."

"Six?"

"Let's count—three of you, and Riah, Eight-Seven, and I make three more—a total of six."

"We can take a maximum of five. We didn't count on her."

"Jadan, she risked her life for us. I dread thinking what they'll do to her, and I'm not leaving her here, if I must walk out with her. You realize—she deserves a name to replace the impersonal number."

"Give her a name, huh?" he asks. "Let's call her Chisai."

"Why give her that name?"

"She's such a tiny little thing the name seems to fit."

She gazes at Eight-Seven who flashes a huge grin, her white teeth almost fluorescent in the flickering candlelight. "Do you like the name?"

Her nod and radiant smile are telling.

"Is the resistance group you're part of responsible for our rescue?"

"Yes, they are."

"Riah and I want to be members of the same faction when we get out of here. Does the possibility exist...?"

"We'll try."

"What do you mean 'we'll try'? You're aware we can't go back to life as usual. Gramps will never permit such a thing. He'll order us picked up and taken back to the compound."

"I'll do everything in my power, but many in the organization are afraid of you and Riah—the grandchildren of Raefell Nuggen."

"What will happen when we get back?"

"You'll go to a safe place while details are being worked out. I'll be with you as much as I can, but I don't want to ever be away from you again."

"Did you ask me to unify with you?" she whispers.

"Yeah—yeah, I guess I did. I'm all I own to offer. I lack money, wealth, and security. My love for you and myself are all. Is so little enough...?"

Kia jumps up and says, "Listen up everyone. Jadan proposed to me, and he's waiting for an answer." Silence engulfs the cave as the candles' flicker. "Yes, Jadan—yes—yes—yes." She bowls him over backwards as she lunges into his arms.

A cheer breaks out in the darkness.

"You're all invited, and Chisai's going to be my maid of honor. I thought you would never ask," she says to Jadan with passion. "I must ask you—where're we going to live?"

"On the run—my love—but we'll be on the running together."

The circumstances gave new courage. He's going to save Kia—they're going to unify and bear children and reside with happiness ever after. Her presence creates warmth in him, which defeats the chill of the cavern. He contemplates the possibilities and realizes for the first time. He will give his life to save her if necessary. He never considered such a commitment.

Betta and Riah walks over to her. She stands to accept their hugs and best wishes. "Do you happen to have a sister?" he asks Jadan.

"Yes I do, but she's unified—sorry." He laughs.

"My kind of luck—she raises a good question. We're going to live where? Outside of this group, Kia and I are alone."

"We'll get things worked out in time. Now, we must focus our thoughts and energy on getting to Abydos." Kahnn's tone is not comforting.

Renny starts to cross the open span of water, and his heart skips a beat. In front of him and swimming toward him is a lengthy reptile about two meters long and about as big around as his thigh. The olive-green thing with random yellow patches appears to be legless. The vision adds to the chill of the cool water. Fear paralyzes him. The animal is about a meter and a half in front of him, when panic overwhelms his self-control. He screams and slaps the water several times. The beast turns about ninety degrees and glides away. He swims across the expanse and crawls into the tall grass on the other side. His heart is pounding. Back on dry land, he stops to get his breath and reconsiders his conclusion to cross the opening. _I won't make the same decision again._

He takes a short rest, and he gets up and starts back through the woods in the direction he believes Dérobé-1 and the pack are located. By afternoon, he recalls the three lights from the evening before. He searches and in time finds the bag late in the day.

_I must find the unit_. He checks for evidence in the soft ground and begins to backtrack. In the woods where the dead leaves conceal the tracks, he initiates a grid search. A short time later, he trips over the transporter. He came near the vehicle several times.

He is exhausted when he slips under the camouflage skin and sits in the seat. He lays his head back, and within minutes is asleep. About an hour before sunset, the unfamiliar scream of a wild animal, awakens him. Chills run rampant, as he is jolted back to life. He glances at his timepiece and realizes about one and a half hours of daylight are left. He opens the computer, and plots a course. He strikes out in Dérobé-1 staying under the canopy of the trees. The rain from the evening before eliminates the dust problem. He takes a shortcut through some open fields trying to get back to the vicinity of the cave and the landmarks he memorized.

The darkness begins to swallow the last visible light when he spots a landmark he recognizes, but to his horror, the troopers block his way.

Riah walked to the mouth of the cavern hoping to find Renny. He catches sight of two uniformed officers walking by. Each is holding his weapon in readiness, as though he expects an attack at any moment. He holds his breath as he gazes between the bushes concealing the entrance.

They stop. "This'll be a good place to bivouac for the evening. I'll find some firewood, and you radio our position to headquarters. The day is long and grueling, and my feet hurt."

"I believe you. We'll begin the search again at dawn."

Half an hour later, the guards built a fire and selected spots for their sleeping bags. A pot of Kava is brewing, suspended over the flames from a makeshift tripod. The evening turned dark, and a slow cold wind is blowing. The twilight is moonless, but Goliath will appear above the horizon at quarter-phase in about four hours, the shadows created by the flickering blaze paint frightening images dancing on the surrounding trees, bushes, and cliff face. In the distance, a bird is singing an eerie song, which seems choreographed to the imagery. A huge creature scurries through the undergrowth, followed seconds later by something larger. A piercing scream comes as a fight for life begins. The pursuer caught its prey, and the struggle is on. The noise of the skirmish echoes through the forest adding to the suspense. Soon, all is over. The end of the clash gives way to the sound of the predator dragging off the kill.

Chills permeate the trooper's spines and the rest of their bodies. The wind's chill and the trepidation of battle compound the effect.

"This is my first time to camp in the woods. I don't think I'll sleep well—too much going on."

"All will be okay. Some warm food, Kava, and you'll be better and more relaxed. The flames will keep the wildlife away—at least most."

"What do you mean?"

The trooper laughs. He is determined to enjoy some fun at the expense of his frightened comrade. "Some reptiles might be drawn by the heat. Snakes, more often than not," he says, concealing an evil grin.

"Snakes—I grew up in the city—I comprehend nothing about what goes on out here. I can't tell a poisonous snake from a nonpoisonous one, and the sounds of the darkness are unsettling."

Renny is sitting about ten meters away in the confines of the Dérobé, and he can understand most of the trooper's conversations. His mind is racing as he tries to formulate a plan to get his companions out of the cave and on the way home. The problem—he can do little with the troopers in the way.

Another loud turmoil erupts in the woods as a large bird of the night swoops down and captures an unsuspecting prey. The talons sink into the flesh of the victim, which lets out a blood-chilling scream piercing the dark as the critter struggles to get free. The commotion carries on, and the animal continues to cry as the huge predator takes flight. The screams fade away as the marauder flies off into the night.

"I don't think I can cope with this," the guard says with a quiver in his voice.

"Okay, I'll get more wood, and we'll make the fire bigger and brighter. I'll stand sentry for several hours while you sleep. You can take the shift while I slumber." The trooper disappears into the darkness.

Moments later, Renny detects chaos coming from the direction he went. The one by the flames jumps up with his weapon and points in the direction of the noise. His nerves are raging, and he cannot be still. The rifle is shaking as if the man is having spasms from the cold.

Someone is going to get shot, and I hope not me.

### CHAPTER 27

The Flight for Safety

"The captain—I want him here and now," Nuggen screams.

Gramma listened to the turmoil in the compound, inquired about the circumstances, and learned of the escape. She sent a communiqué to Gramps advising him. He arrived back at the complex several hours after dark. The blood in his eyes would bring fear to the hearts of the bravest of men.

The captain walks into Nuggen's study, and his face appears pale and paltry. "What happened?" Raefell asks with a false softness in his voice.

"We don't understand, sir. We locked them in a room, with security guards posted at the door. They vanished, into the thin air." Large drops of sweat form on his brow.

"Send for the sentries on duty."

He takes his communicator and calls for the responsible guards to join him in Gramps's study.

"You don't need to wait for the others," he says with false sympathy in his tone.

He thinks himself dismissed and turns to leave. Nuggen pulls a decorative sword from above the mantle. "Turn around—let's discuss one more thing."

The captain spins, and Raefell swings the rapier in a slicing motion and cuts the throat of the officer almost severing his head. A gaze of utter disbelief is in the captain's eyes as he falls to the floor, gurgling as he drowns in his own blood.

He stares at the servant who is standing in the corner in fear. "Get him out of here and dispose of the body—get this mess cleaned up fast."

The two guards arrive at Raefell's study alone, each meeting the same fate as their leader. Half a dozen servants dispose of the bodies and clean up.

He walks across the courtyard. A group of troopers is sitting around the fire. "Why are you wasting time here?" He inquires, as he glares at a tall broad-shouldered trooper and says in a stern tone, "The other one won't be coming back. You're now the new captain. Get these deadbeats up and back searching for the prisoners. I want them caught, and I'll accept no excuses. Am I clear?"

"Yes, sir," he says as the other men scurry to get far as possible from Raefell.

Renny is staring when the man at the fire jumps as his communicator sounds. He answers. He can detect the color fading from the man's face. "Nuggen did what?" Horror is apparent in his voice.

In the distant darkness, all is quiet. Betta and Riah slip from the cave and subdue the lone soldier as he searches for firewood. They carry the unconscious man, gagged and bound, into the deep recesses of the cavern and prop him up against a rock. "Keep an eye on this one." Kahnn tells Chisai and Kia. "Don't let him make any noise." They again exit the cave.

Renny, decides on a course of action. He will prey upon the fear of the one by the fire, while the other is gone. He starts the motor, which creates a low whistling sound, and gets louder and higher pitched as he accelerates. The guard listens for the noise and turns toward Dérobé-1. Weapon in hand, he takes three steps toward him.

He lays the computer back on the seat and adjusts his dark vision goggles. He selected a path through the thick undergrowth with no objects large enough to damage the machine. He moves forward four meters and stops.

The sentry can spot motion in the bushes, but he cannot distinguish anything. The grip of fear tightens its hold on him. He points his firearm toward the movement and calls to his companion. "Corporal—are you out—? Come on—this isn't funny." A few seconds pass, and he aims the gun toward Dérobé-1 and squeezes the trigger. POW...The sound reverberates through the dark.

"Oh crap," he says as the bullet tears through the camouflage skin and whizzes past mere centimeters from his head. Panic washes over him as he stares at the trooper repositioning the rifle to fire again. In desperation, Renny presses the throttle and steers the vehicle in the direction of the horrified man, hoping to hit him before he fires once more.

The trooper spots movement among the undergrowth coming toward him, but he detects nothing. _I'm going either blind or insane._ He repositions the weapon and gets off another shot, but Dérobé-1 hits him dead center. The man flies through the air and ricochets off the trailer as he begins to fall. He loses his gun in the process. He crawls out and runs to the downed man. Moments before he can get to him, Riah appears out of the darkness, pulls the unconscious man's arms behind his back, and secures them.

Jadan and Kahnn appear from the shadows as well. "Help me get him inside with the other one. We need to get out of here fast. The gunshot will cause the area to be crawling with troopers. Get Dérobé-1 started and the computer positioned on the passenger seat—we will take this guy into the cave and get the girls. Be ready to roll when we get back," he says, shouting orders with urgency.

They come out of the cavern, and detect the sound of running men and voices, in the distance, coming toward them. The others crawl under the camouflage. He turns the vehicle around as Jadan finds their location on the screen and plots an escape course. "Get the PIC masking arm bands on the twins. Is Chisai chipped?" he asks.

He takes a small light and examines Chisai's left wrist searching for the telltale scar of an implant. She grabs his chin and pulls his face up until they make eye contact. She is shaking her head. She releases him and begins pointing toward a spot.

"Is the object in your back?"

She shakes her head, and points at her shoulder.

"Did we hold back an unused wristband?"

"Yes, one is left," she says.

"All we can do, short of cutting, is to lay the band flat and tape the item over her's. Let's mask the chip and head off a problem later," Jadan says.

She pulls a knife from Betta's boot, which she holds up with one hand and points at her shoulder with the other.

"You want us to remove the apparatus?" Kia asks.

She nods.

"Are you sure?"

The girl nods again.

"Renny, can we stop for a few minutes while Betta does this?" she asks.

"Get the task done," Jadan says.

A short time later, the tiny object is in the palm of Kahnn's hand. He takes his knife handle, presses the transmitter against a metal bulkhead until the device crumbles, and brushes the pieces out from under the skin of Dérobé-1. "We took care of one challenge...let's get going."

"A dilemma exists," Jadan says.

"We face one difficulty?" Kahnn mocks.

"We can't afford to take the direct route back. They'll expect us, but the surprise is on them. They will be waiting for us somewhere along the way," he says. "We're going to plot an alternate course, which compounds our fuel problem. We must travel farther, and we're overweight—plus Renny used extra at the compound picking us up. I don't think we are carrying enough energy to get us back."

"Well, what a fine fix," he says. "How are we going to resolve the dilemma?"

"Well, we can do several things to conserve. For one, we can drop the trailer now. We'll transfer as many provisions to the Dérobé as we can fit," Jadan says.

"Better forget the food—take water instead. I'm not sure we can carry enough," Kahnn says.

Kia proposes a compromise. "Some of the food packs contain a high concentration of liquids. We'll need maintenance nourishment. Let's keep the moisture, rich rations and as much water as we can. Do an inventory and decide what else we can discard to lighten the load."

"What do we do about the weapons?" Renny asks. They overwhelmed the two guards, and they took theirs, consisting of two rifles, which fire solid projectiles, two energy beam handguns, and ammunition. They also took two machetes in leather sheaths with one-meter blades for hacking through underbrush.

"We'll take them with us," Jadan says.

They finish, and are all barefoot and wearing minimal clothing, and they medicate Chisai's incision before leaving the first-aid kit behind.

"We're as light as we can get—now what?" Riah asks.

"Slow down. In the orientation on Dérobé-1, they emphasized speed is one major factor in conserving fuel. Terrain is another. Load is the third, and we're exceeding the unit's capacity. We need to stay on level ground as much as possible."

"Oh boy," Renny says with a smirk. "We are sitting ducks—slow sitting ducks."

"Beats walking," Betta says with a chuckle.

AT THE MOUNTAIN COMPOUND

"I want to examine the room where the men disappeared," he says to his new captain. A short time later, he enters the small room with a single door and no windows. Raefell steps inside and stands for a few seconds scanning every inch of the walls, floor, and ceiling. He walks to and slides the table away from the wall. A new panel conceals the hole. "The guards left them unguarded for them to escape this room."

"Captain, I want to understand your plan for capturing the fugitives."

Gramma approaches in a run and informs him the twins are missing before he can conclude his inquisition. The search of the compound is underway, but they found no sign of them.

"Be careful when you find the escapees. They're holding my two grandchildren hostage. No harm had better come to either of them. I want Riah and Kia brought back unharmed—I'm not so particular about the others and there's a sizeable reward."

The evening passes as the crowded occupants thread Dérobé-1 through a series of valleys bypassing the mountains. The air is cool outside, but the generated heat of the six bodies under the camouflage is making life uncomfortable. Perspiration pouring off his body, Renny says, "This heat's awful. What're we going to do when daylight comes, and we must stop? I'm not sure we can stand the temperature."

Unaware the flash across the sky showed the heat-seeking satellite exploding. They are still taking extreme precautions.

"How about we roll up the sides a little to help air flow?" she asks.

"The action shouldn't be a problem, as long as we're moving, but heat will escape too fast if we stop, and if we stop we might be detected," Kahnn says. "Jadan, use the GPS to plot where we'll be at dawn. Try to find heavy woodlands or possible rock outcrops where we can stay during the daylight hours. Renny's right—we'll all succumb to the temperature staying in here."

Eath Marshon and Relo are walking back to the control room from a bay on the lower level. The latest section of the spacecraft yielded monumental findings."

"They are long past due," the doctor says. "I hope nothing went wrong. Did they take communicators with them?"

"I'm not sure, but I can't imagine Jadan going anywhere without his. I tried, but they are out of range. I need him to help me with the software—I believe we're so close. I can't wait to take him down to the bay where Smid found the fleet."

Earlier, Kalleen opened a compartment, which contains twelve one-man crafts, six two-man ships, and a shuttle craft with seating for twenty-one.

"Can you imagine the possibilities if we can get them to fly?" The prospects running through Relo's mind override his concerns for Jadan and his group.

The evening before, he located an outcrop extending out seven meters and two meters high at the outer edge sloping down to less than a meter at the back. They took some time to clear and smooth an area of dirt and sand large enough for them to sleep. Guard duty they do in shifts.

They enjoyed an event-free journey to the compound. The hum of Dérobé-1, the movement of the debris, and the related sounds kept most of the wildlife at a distance. They spotted many without encounters.

On the trip back, the alternate route takes them through much more rugged terrain. Fauna and flora abound. The previous two evenings, sightings became frequent with a wide assortment of birds, reptiles, and mammals of the night. Most displayed some curiosity of them but stayed away.

Jadan is driving, and she plots the course while watching for upcoming obstacles. Chisai is asleep between them with her head leaned on Kia. She is snoring.

"I expected the Hell Zone to be a void," she says. "The variety of life out here is unbelievable."

"Yes, and they present an unlimited array of unknowns and danger. I can't help but wonder how long before we encounter an animal wanting to sample us for dinner or kill us out of fear."

"Don't say such a thing," she says.

"We must plan for the worst and strive for the best," he says. "Otherwise, we'll be caught at some point along the way."

"I understand, but I don't want to think of those things. She glances at Chisai with compassion. "Jadan, let's adopt her. She'll need us to take care of her. Can you imagine the fear of the unknown ingrained in her?"

"I don't think I can comprehend her anxiety. Even so, we'll do all we can to minimize her difficulty adjusting. She'll never be an unpaid slave again."

"I think—Jadan. Did you spot something?"

"Did I do what?"

"Something crossed the trail in front of us about twice the size of us running on all fours."

"I think you're imagining things. The power of suggestion—we talked about—" before Jadan can finish the sentence, something large hits the vehicle and almost turns the unit over. Everyone on board is jolted awakened and holding on for their lives. They settle on the ground, and after rocking a few times, come to rest on all six tires.

"What happened?" a sleepy Renny asks.

Something behind Dérobé-1 lets out a chilling scream, so loud as to hurt the occupant's ears. The beast hits them again knocking the left side into the air before they can recover from the previous jolt. They balance on the three wheels on the right for what seems an eternity. The vehicle can go either way. The passengers lean uphill, and the unit begins to fall tires first back to the earth.

"Get us out of here." Kahnn yells to Jadan. "The thing is going to kill us."

He is struggling to regain his composure when the wheels make contact. The computer drops from Kia's hands, hits the side, ricochets off, and falls to the floor. For a moment, he thinks the processor is going to slide from under the skin. He fights to maintain control, while she tries to reach the device without falling out. He grabs the steering wheel and presses the accelerator all the way. The vehicle accelerates slamming them against the seat backs.

"Is everyone okay?" he asks.

"What is the thing?" panic engulfs Riah. "Are you aware of what hit us?"

The trail remained smooth, and all slept except Kia and Jadan. In an attempt to conserve fuel, he piloted Dérobé-1 at a moderate pace when the incident occurred.

He is now at full accelerator heading into the dark—Kia is working to get control of the computer the shock turned off—or damaged. She is rushing to get the top open and boot the device.

"What's ahead of us?" he asks.

"I'm blind—the processor is down. I'm trying to boot and can't determine if the drop broke or shut off the CPU. Be careful while I try to get us up again." Fear grips her, but she remains controlled. A few minutes later, she says, "The appliance appears to be booting. Why don't you slow down a little before you hit something?"

The moment Jadan decides to reduce speed, the beast lets out another piercing scream. Tensions in Dérobé-1 escalate as he speeds full throttle into the darkness ahead. " _How long can I run so fast? I hope I don't wreck us waiting for the CPU._

"The computer is back up—I need a minute, to get a fix on our location. Oh, no, we're in a box canyon with no way out but back the way we came—you're about to hit a series of sizable— her voice trails off as Dérobé-1 ramps up a huge rock and flips over on the right. They recognize the scream of the creature in the distance.

"The monster is still coming," says Kahnn. "Get the guns and machetes and let's get out of this thing. We're going to be forced to fight, and I can't find my night-vision goggles? They are lost."

"Who found theirs?" Renny asks. He confiscates Kahnn's.

He, Jadan, and Kia are the ones who can picture what's heading toward them. The creature is about four meters tall, black, rises up on the hind legs, and makes another slap at Dérobé-1. This time, the unit rolls to the top. They are trying to get into firing position, while she grabs a machete, and with Chisai clinging to her, she backs away from the animal. Again, the beast screams and waddles toward Jadan. In his fright, his fingers are not functioning, as they should. He can't get a bullet into the chamber. He focuses on the problems with the gun and is not aware of how close the thing is to him.

Kia detects his dilemma and rushes the backside of the animal before the thing reaches for him. She swings the machete with all her strength and senses the impact as the blade sinks into the hairy flesh of the attacker's leg. A spray of hot liquid hits her in the face and all over her front side. Another horrifying scream accompanies the second swing of the machete—another solid hit. She pulls back for yet another, but the creature whirls and strikes her in the chest, knocking her about three meters backwards. The blow puts her into a state of semi consciousness and separates her from the machete. Panic grips her as the beast turns and takes two short steps in her direction. Seconds later, she gazes at the huge black mass falling toward her. She rolls away as the monster falls face down where she earlier laid. She struggles as she attempts to get to her feet. Three times, she tries to get up—each time, she fails.

"Are you okay?" Jadan shouts as he rushes to her. Chisai is about five steps behind him.

"I think so," She says, unsure of her condition.

"Don't get up," Kahnn yells. "Don't try to get up yet. We need to make sure nothing's broken. Renny, where're the lights?"

Half an hour later, they cleaned Kia's face and her wounds and are standing at the creature examining the carcass. "You cut a major artery.

Two-hour effort and they failed. The stubborn unit remains on its back like a distressed turtle. The twilight of dawn appears on the horizon. "Renny, find us a place to spend the day. I don't think we dare to stay out here much longer. We can talk strategies for getting the vehicle back on its wheels once we are settled. Let's find a large pole and some wooden blocks or rocks to make a long lever. We'll need something to slide under to hold her up each time we make a lift."

The sound of someone running startles the group. He comes from the woods yelling, "A patrol's coming this way. They found our tracks when we ran from the creature. I counted at least four men, and we must hide fast."

"Something is wrong with the mission. They were scheduled back two days ago. Do I hear suggestions from the floor?" Eath Marshon holds a session with a number of the key individuals at the spacecraft.

"This undertaking is important. I think we need to develop a rescue plan. The problem is we can't verify if they made the target. The hunt for them is going to be like probing for a specific atom in an ocean," Smid says with frustration. "We're going to need a plan—a little magic will be good."

"The last time I went on R and R, I overheard a conversation about OFGRAT hacking into one of the visual satellites. Perhaps we can determine if the statement is a fact," Relo says. "The technique is a stretch, but—if we can get the previous ten days' history from the satellite and zoom in on the compound maybe we can find something. Otherwise, I can think of nothing workable."

"Not bad—I'll make some calls on the secured line and find out what I can. Meet me back here in two hours, and I'll inform you what I discover." The doctor dismisses the group.

They walk away and Kedraleona approaches Relo and says, "What a high-powered meeting. May I ask the agenda?"

"Jadan, Betta Kahnn, and Renny are more than two days late returning from a mission to Raefell Nuggen's mountain compound. Marshon is worried—we're trying to generate a plan for a rescue attempt. Did you and Professor Keena find the key to the prehistoric texts?"

"A little, but the translation isn't working. We must locate some writing in a familiar language and the same message in the ancient text. We should be able to find one. We overheard rumors a group of archeologists on a dig in lower Bozza may have discovered such a key. The professor is going back to Krest tomorrow to review the new information. This might be the breakthrough we're searching for."

"I hope so. Jadan and I made progress on the software, but we need to cross the language barrier to read the manuals, control panels, and labels around the ship. What do you make of the one hundred cages they found on the lower level?"

"The placed is eerie. They hauled something alive in them, but they are too small for most livestock. I'm at a loss what to think. Oh, I meant to tell you—I sold my shops in the city. I won't be returning. With all going on here, the action is in Abydos. All my belongings will be delivered to my new house in about seven days." She evaluates his reaction.

"Excellent—I dreaded your return to Krest," he says, happy but awkward with the information.

"Why I didn't think you cared," she says, in jest. "I hoped you would be pleased, besides you still owe me a complete tour."

Dr. Marshon reconvenes the meeting.

"I contacted OFGRAT, and they acknowledged they hacked into one of the visual satellites. The one they hit can view items as small as point five centimeters. They'll be transmitting the last ten days' history this evening. Relo, I'll need you to provide a workable program for the data. I recommend we do everything possible to determine if they got to the compound. Let's put all effort on the complex for now.

Furthermore, I talked to the Head of the School of Archeology at Abydos University. He confirmed they found what appears to be the same information written in multiple languages. He believes them to be the key to allow us to break the language barrier and begin translating the CoPa."

They scramble for cover and stare from a distant thicket as the four troopers approach the carcass of the beast.

"What do you make of this?" the trooper asks.

"Someone got lucky. I'm aware of rumors of the existence of such creatures, but I didn't believe them to be true. I thought these things to be a myth,"" another says.

"Over here," says a third as he stands staring at the underside of the overturned Dérobé. "They're on foot now. Examine this thing—the bottom is visible—the rest is wrapped in a material producing invisibility. No wonder we couldn't find them."

"They enjoy some amazing technology," the leader says. "Too bad, the thermal orbiter detonated. We're aware they're in this general area, and the device would locate them for us."

Kahnn turns to Jadan and asks, "Did he say the heat-seeking satellite exploded?"

"Yes he did. What a lucky break for us, but now what?"

"Let's split up and spread out," the troop leader says, "Stay on frequency two on your 'Walk Talk'. Alert me the instant you find any sign of them."

"Are you going to notify the captain?" one asks.

"No." He explains. "A sizeable reward is offered for the safe return of Nuggen's grandchildren. Our part will be less, if more are involved, so let's handle this situation ourselves. We'll split the script four ways."

"What do we do about the others?" another asks.

"Kill them—easier for us to control and get back with the twins if we don't need to worry with them. Am I clear?" the leader asks.

### CHAPTER 28

The Flight for Freedom

"Obvious, "one says and the rest nod.

"We'll must take them out one at a time. Their plan to murder us—they leave us no choice," Jadan says. "Riah, your job is to keep Kia and Chisai safe. Betta, Renny, and I'll start with the leader. I hate the fact, but we can't take prisoners."

"He strikes me as being arrogant. He'll want to capture us by himself—he plots his own demise," Kahnn says. "He's heading toward us—let's give him a welcome party. You slip over to the knoll and make some noise. Keep him distracted and I'll come from behind and break his neck. We get him out of the way, and we'll select our next target."

One by one, they overcome their adversaries, until one is left. "We should take him out, before he learns the others are gone and calls for backup," Renny says. "How loud is the energy weapon?"

"They are audible for about twenty meters," Betta says."

"Okay," he says. "I'll go around in front of him. I'll let him get close, and I'll stand with my arms and the gun in the air. He will walk toward me, and you two make enough noise to distract him from behind. The distraction should give me the time I need to take the shot."

"Sounds good to me."

"I agree." Kahnn nods.

Twenty minutes later, they terminate the fourth trooper. The bodies concealed, the group reassembles.

"We better roll this thing back over, or we're stranded out here," he says.

An hour passes and with the help of a collection of logs for levers, and chunks of wood and rocks for braces, they muscle Dérobé-1 back on its wheels. "The real question—will she start?" Jadan asks. "Collect the water and food, which fell out while I try to get the motor running." All attempts continue to fail. "I think enough power is left for one more attempt." His frustration shows. "We're in trouble if the engine doesn't crank this time. We'll be forced to walk out of here."

They all hold their breath as Jadan tries once more. At last, the unit starts, but the performance is unpredictable.

"Everyone, get in fast. We'll ride as far as she will take us."

"Wait a minute—back up a bit." They are reviewing the video of the mountain compound day by day. Relo hits the back arrow several times. "Check this out," Eath says. "All the security forces are scurrying around the complex. An abnormal incident is taken place. Slow down to normal speed and let's analyze from here in more detail. How odd, all the servants are out of sight—troopers alone are visible. I think this is good evidence. We detected their presence in the area."

Hours later, Dr. Marshon says, "The security forces began to spread out into the surrounding countryside—most in the direction our guys would flee. Tell Smid I need six more computer-savvy individuals up here now. We need to divide up the tasks, so we can cover the zone faster."

Half an hour later, he reappears with the additional people and portable computers. He shows each to a workstation and assigns them a block of data to review. "We're searching for anything to show their whereabouts. We believe they'll conclude the security forces will be set up along the most direct return route. They'll be coming back by another way, and to make matters more difficult, they'll no doubt be traveling in darkness."

The hours creep by, and the eyes of the workers grow weary from staring at the screens. "Hey, check over here at how the grass parts for no apparent reason and goes back to nearly the original form—note I said almost. A slight residual trail remains on each side where Dérobé-1's wheels would be. The tracks traverse the clearing here, and they can be seen crossing this smaller opening. They're circling the compound and staying secluded in the trees where they can. What do you think, Dr. Marshon?"

"I think you found them. I want you to begin searching the area for more signs." He draws a circle about five kilometers in diameter. "Search in ultra high resolution."

The analyst makes an imaginary line in the direction Dérobé-1 is heading and extrapolates where she will be within the next hour.

"Hey, evaluate this—someone built a fire—here," another says. "Our guys wouldn't."

The troopers must be settling in for the night," Relo says. "Zoom in close and scrutinize the fledgling flame. Can you make anyone out?"

"Yes—two are by the fire and one of them is walking away. The other one appears spooked. He's going to shoot someone the way he's swinging his weapon. He is terrified."

"Try to follow the one leaving. Let's find out what he's doing," Eath says.

"He's picking up wood. They must be planning to stoke up the fire. Wait—something coming through the shadows attacks him. He's on the ground—someone—I can make out the profile of a man—wait, at least two of them. They're tying him up—I think I spotted a third man. They dragged him off into the woods and disappeared as if the ground swallowed them," the analyst says.

"I think our boys captured one of them. Quick, move back to the fire and let's view what happens," Relo says.

"The remaining guy is scared—something in the thicket moved, and he is giving his undivided attention. I can distinguish movement, but nothing is apparent," an analyst says. "The man is preparing—he fired his weapon. Wow, something knocked him spinning through the air, but I can't detect a thing."

"Those are our boys," the doctor says. "You can't find her because she's the camouflaged Dérobé-1. Let's view what happens next."

People are crowded around the screen when the others drag the second individual into what is no doubt a cave. "This is spooky," the watcher says. "I spotted what I believe to be six shadows disappear into one spot."

"How many did you count?" Relo asks.

"I counted them, but I'll back up a few seconds, and we can do a recount."

"He's right—I caught a glimpse of them—I wonder who the sixth person is?" Dr. Marshon asks.

"Kia—navigate us out of this box canyon and back on course for Abydos." Jadan's voice is tense. "I hope we are through with surprises, but..."

"What...what do you expect?" Kia asks.

"We have a long way to go, and our fuel is nearing the critical level. I'm afraid we must walk the last stretch. Thank heavens. The heat-seeking satellite is gone. I don't think the visual satellites will pick us up. We need to find a place of seclusion, before the tank is empty." Jadan goes into a meditative state. "I'll go for help and come back for the rest of you. Let's hunt for a protected place I can leave you. Without a load, perhaps I can get to OFGRAT headquarters." He concentrates for a few minutes and says, "Yes—yes, The idea makes the most sense. We need to find a safe place for you. I'll explain how we're going to get back."

The rollover did something to the motor or the fuel cell." Jadan's voice is strained. "Kia and I devised a plan, but I need a safe place for the rest of you to stay until I get back."

The six get out of Dérobé-1 and walk in no hurry toward the overhang. They cast off everything except absolute essentials. They're a ragtag appearing lot. The men are wearing pants—the girls are clad in pants cut off above the knees and short-sleeve shirts tied around the waist to allow better cooling. All six are barefoot and dirty. They must have slept on the ground. Kia's blond hair is brown, matted, and caked with dirt. Her body displays muddy streaks where perspiration liquefied the dust. Her exposed skin shows welts and red spots from insect bites. She limps as her tender and sore feet encounter rocks, sticks, and other irregularities.

"This'll work," Jadan says. "Renny, will you and Riah get the food and water out of the Dérobé? Get everything."

A cave at the back of the overhang reveals a small opening. At the rear, Kia finds an area where the floor is smooth and sandy soil. She tests the texture, chuckles and says, "This will be like sleeping on a mattress."

"Here's the plan," he says.

"Dedra, I want you to take today's satellite video and start working from the most current location backwards," Eath says. "Search the areas along this line and scout for rock cliffs, overhangs, and dense woods. In these zones, I want you to zoom in with high enough resolution to recognize a man's face. Be aware of any signs of activity."

The day wears on as the team scans the volumes of video probing for any indications of the missing Dérobé and its occupants. Mid afternoon, Dedra says, "Here—I spotted movement of the surface grasses, but nothing is visible to cause the action. The trail stops here at this large rock outcrop." She continues to scan as more join her. "People are appearing from nowhere—one, two—five, six of them. They're going under the ledge." Her enthusiasm fills the room as the others cheer. "This happened about thirty minutes after sunrise. Dr. Marshon, here're the coordinates. They're still more than a day out.

"Excellent," he says, his exhilaration difficult to contain. "Start from this point at about dusk and follow the projected trajectory. I want everyone scanning the same video, but each is to be independent. The technique will improve our odds of keeping track of them. I'm going to call OFGRAT again."

AT THE OUTCROP

"You're going to stay here, and I'll go for help alone. Without the weight of you five and the food and water in Dérobé-1, I can get quite a bit farther on the remaining propellant. I hope I can get within walking distance before the fuel runs out. The ground is hard and moist. I will leave about thirty minutes before dusk," Jadan says. "Kia—how is Chisai?"

The little one is having difficulty with the food and unfortified water. Her simplistic diet for her entire life consisted of the one nutrient and fortified water formula. Her digestive system is rebelling. She is nauseous and vomiting for the last three days. She is getting weaker each day, and they are all concerned for her.

They explore the back of the overhang, and Kia stops and holds up her hand, "Listen—do you sense something?"

"I detect running water in the cave," Renny says. "I bet the water is safe. The soil and rocks separate the impurities in much the same manner as our water filtration systems."

"Perhaps, but how do we get to the spring?" Riah asks.

"We'll dig our way in—how else?"

"Okay super hero how do you suggest we do so?"

"We make some tools, of course," he says. "Near the front of the overhang are some flat rocks. Come on—I'll show you." He walks to a rocky area and selects two and a round one about the size of his fist for a tool. He finds a place to sit, takes the rock, and begins chipping at one of the selected stones. In short order, he chips a concave surface in the center and a sharp edge on one side. "I present you with a shovel," he laughs. "For a handle—find me a tree limb about four centimeters in diameter and about a meter long." The others scurry off hunting for the desired wood. He begins chipping a second spade.

Soon they arrive with limbs the size Renny ordered. He uses Betta's knife and fashions the handles with a slit at the end to fit the groove he chipped into the rock. "I need some of those vines growing out front," he says. He assembles his stone shovel using them to hold the handle in place. "Time for the test," he says. He crawls to the mouth of the cave and sticks the spade into the soft dirt. He scoops three shovels of soil out before the shovelhead splits. **"** Damn, damn, damn **,"** he says. "Back to the engineering phase..."

"How supple is the earth?" Jadan asks.

"The dirt is malleable," he says. "Why do you ask?"

"The limbs came from a tree, which fell. The center is hollow and the rings are beginning to separate," Betta says. "Let's try to get several pieces to use as scoops. We can set up a relay and pass the muck back out of the way."

Soon they opened the mouth of the cave large enough for one of them to crawl inside about two meters to the pool of water. Riah goes in. A number of small insects scamper about the walls. He reaches the reservoir and shines the light into the water. Colonies of small white crustacean are swimming along the bottom. He directs the beam into the cave where the stream disappears into the blackness. "Give me an empty container," he says. Moments later, he scoops deep into the pool and retrieves the fresh, cold water. "This stuff will almost freeze your hands," he says as he backs out of the darkness with the prize.

He holds the transparent bottle up to the light and realizes some of the small organisms are swimming around in the container.

Chisai focuses her weak weary eyes on the jar. She nudges Kia and begins to make a deep guttural sound as she points toward the container and nods her head.

"I think she wants the water," she says as she takes the treasure from Riah. She snatches the water from Kia's grip and starts to drink the liquid in large gulps. Soon, she is full and offers some to the others who abstain. "I hope the fluid doesn't kill her," she says in a tone of fear.

No one else drinks, so she pours the water through her fingers, straining out the small white morsels. She takes about six of them, pops them into her mouth, and begins to chew as if she is starving. Kia tries to convince her to spit them out, but she smiles and refuses. She strains out about five more creatures and offers them to her as she nods.

"Thanks, but no."

She presents the critters to the others who also refuse. With a puzzled expression on her face, she pops them into her mouth and chews with vigor. They sit and behold with apprehension as Chisai filters each of the creatures from the container and consumes all of them with gusto. She hands the empty bottle to Riah and motions for him to go back for more.

"Should I?" he asks.

"No, let's wait and make sure she hasn't poisoned herself," Jadan says.

Eath Marshon runs back into the room. "They got off their duffs and approved the rescue mission. Relo, you, and I'll leave in forty-five minutes for the launch point—Dérobé-2 and supplies will be waiting for us. Those remaining, continue to focus on the job at hand. I'll check in every hour, for updates using the new encrypted satellite link. I'll inform Smid of the current developments. Excellent work, Dedra—and the rest of you as well. We'll celebrate when we get back."

They rush from the room. "How should we dress?"

"I think we need attire for rough terrain, but clothes as cool as possible, and be sure to wear good hiking boots. Who can tell what to expect?"

They arrive at the start point, and Relo checks the navigational computer. He sets a destination marker for the coordinates Dedra gave them. He enters the data for the GPS to plot a course avoiding the original one to the mountain compound, hills, dense woodlands, streams, lakes, and swamps. Afterward, they're reviewing the new route.

They embark at dusk. With the distance they are to travel, fuel is not a major concern. Relo pushes Dérobé-2 to the limits of its speed as they traverse the flat plains not far from Abydos. About an hour later, the topography becomes more hazardous, forcing them to slow to what seems like a crawl. The hours tick by as they continue. They cross a small knoll, and he brings her to an emergency stop. About a quarter kilometer ahead of them is a large campfire and about a dozen troopers milling about. They stay for several minutes evaluating the situation. "They can't identify us. Are any obstacles to keep us from making a wide loop around them?" Relo asks.

"Yes," Eath answers. "The viable alternative is straight through. The other option is to backtrack about thirty kilometers and take an alternate route from the point and will add about seventy-five klicks to our trip, and we can't be sure we won't encounter troopers in the new direction."

"What do you suggest?"

"They may be getting ready to bed down. Let them, and we'll make a run right through the middle. I believe they're a foot patrol. Can you present a better solution?"

"I'm afraid not. Yours is our plan."

"Keep your seat—I'll check for the fire," Eath says. Moments later, he slides back into the passenger seat. "The embers are out. Let's roll."

The anxiety level is high. Chisai is not able to keep food down. Her condition is dangerous and seems every item on the Minnue is too rich for her system, and Kia is not sure if any of the nourishment is staying with her, and she worries about dehydration. She is helpless, but the little woman appears to know what she is doing eating the critters from the spring. She also consumed a large volume of the fresh, cool water.

They sit in fear, waiting for her to vomit up the food and water. Two hours pass and she coils up in a ball and goes to sleep. Kia is worried. She wakes her up several times to check on her. "Are you okay?

She surrenders a sleepy smile, nods, and curls up and falls asleep.

"The cave creatures are isolated and didn't absorb the toxins. She is aware the little critters are edible, but how?" she asks, "I'm tempted to try a few."

"I don't think so," Jadan says. "I won't let you be a lab rat."

"Okay—I'll wait a while, but if she doesn't get sick, I'm going to consume a few as a test. They may make me a little queasy, but I won't eat enough to harm me."

The others sit in silence and listen to the lovers argue.

The minutes creep by for them as they worry about her. She and the rest are fast asleep. Four hours later, she wakes Chisai, who stretches and yawns as she stirs to life. "Did you devour the water creatures before?"

She nods and gestures toward the bottle with a dozen or so of the organisms swimming around. She points to Kia and motions for her to eat some.

"Are they safe for me to consume?" she asks.

She again smiles and nods. She walks to the edge of the overhang and picks up some dry wood and a length of a thin vine. She comes back and places the kindling into a small stack, and begins the process of igniting a fire. "You can't. Someone might detect the smog and find us."

An appearance of disappointment clouds Chisai's face. She extends her lower lip.

"We can build a small one after dark, and no one can spot the smoke."

She smiles, nods, and walks to the water bottle and takes a long drink before going back to where she slept. She curls up and goes to sleep. Jadan and Kia follow her lead.

She awakens, glances at the shadowy outside, and catches the aroma of cooking. She sits up and finds Chisai by a small fire roasting some of the crustaceans on a stick. She surveys in silence. She roasts them to her liking, and she takes them one at a time and chews them—savoring the flavor. To get her attention, Kia clears her throat. She turns with a smile. One morsel remains on the twig. She holds the object out to her, but she searches for Jadan. He left earlier, before dawn. _Why not, what harm can one do?_ She moves to the fire beside her. She gestures for her to open her lips, and she obeys. The little one slides the treat onto her tongue. She sits motionless with the item in her mouth, until the flavor begins to penetrate her taste buds. The bite is delicious. She realizes she is chewing the roasted creature and savoring the strange food.

"They are wonderful. I never enjoyed anything so delicious—and the texture." She says in disbelief. A huge smile washes over her face as Chisai slides three more on the stick and begins cooking them. Kia stares at the bottle of spring water. "Well, I'm committed." She turns up the container and takes a mouthful. The drink is cool, refreshing, and satisfying.

He left without waking her. She checks, but Jadan didn't take any food or water with him. He sacrificed all the provisions for the five of them. _What more sacrifice can one make?_ _He bet his life on his success at reaching OFGRAT._

He drives for several hours, and his legs hurt. He stops, gets out, stretches, and gazes up in awe. The new route took him far to the south. No longer under the haze, which covers Abydos, the sight of the stars, planets, and galaxies visible in the night sky enthralls him. For a moment, serenity settles in, but soon fades into realism. The performance of Dérobé-1's motor is getting worse by the klick. _How much farther will she go_? _In a little while, the machine will quit on me. I'm barefoot with no food and no water._ _How stupid am I to leave with no necessities?_ Reality sets in, and his decision is ill conceived if he fails, the others will die.

He returns to her and once again is underway. The evening wears on and so does the fatigue. Hungry and thirsty, the saliva in his mouth gets to be thick and sticky. The temperature under the camouflage skin rises to a dangerous level. Jadan stops and evaluates the attachments holding the cover over the framework. He realizes the covering and the weight hurt his fuel consumption, and the heat causes him to sweat off essential moisture. Fabric straps hold the skin in place. He pulls a small knife from his pocket, cuts away the fasteners, and tries to slide the casing off.

The heavy object yields and slides from the frame. He drags the article to the side of the trail out of sight. Back at Dérobé-1, he records the coordinates. A chill is in the air as he drives away. She is so a lot lighter, and the ride is much choppier. Close to dawn, exhaustion overtakes him. He leaves the stripped-down machine setting beside the path and curls up under the canopy of a large leafy bush. Moments later, fatigue consumes him, and he drifts into a deep sleep.

### CHAPTER 29

Near Disaster

Dr. Marshon completed his update call. Dedra and the analyst worked nonstop monitoring what they believe to be the route of the lost Dérobé. With their information, Eath and Relo made course adjustments in hopes of intercepting them.

"She told me she spotted a strange-looking vehicle sitting beside the trail about twenty kilometers ahead. She says the framework with seating for four and six wheels are visible, but she can't find the occupants. They back up the video hoping to learn who drove the unit. We need to get to the spot fast."

They speed on their way, and the doctor's communicator buzzes, and he answers. "Strange—I wonder where the others are." He listens. "Oh, I follow—may well be the circumstances." Again, he pauses. "Thanks, keep me updated."

"One person operated the vehicle. She believes the driver to be Jadan, and the rest are still back at the cliffs," the doctor says.

"Is he okay?"

"She says he got out of the unit and lay down under a shrub. She can't tell if he's injured or asleep."

"We should arrive in about half an hour. Ask her if they spot any other movement—such as patrols?" he asks. "I don't want to run headlong into a surprise."

Soon, Marshon says, "The way is clear. We're the singular movement."

Relo rounds a corner, crests a hill, and almost hits the remains of Dérobé-1. He swerves hard and runs off the path and into a thicket before stopping. He backs Dérobé-2 and trailer on the course and stops. "He is over here." The sound of the near collision woke him.

Both men jump out and rush to him. "What happened to the others?" Eath asks.

"They're about fifty klicks back concealed by a rock outcrop. Water please—I'm so thirsty," he says.

Twenty minutes later, Jadan is fed and hydrated and is ready to go. "The camouflage skin for Dérobé-1 is hidden beside the trail at these coordinates. The motor in her is about shot and fails to perform right since a creature turned the unit upside down."

"We are in possession of the covering, so we'll blow up the rest. The engine's the other thing we don't want to fall into the hands of the Annunaki. Press and hold the two red buttons on the motor for ten seconds and the self-destruct countdown starts. We'll get fifteen minutes to move as far away as we can before the thing blows," Marshon says. "Let's set the device and get out of here."

"Not so fast—the explosion will bring troopers from all over, and also destroy the trail. Let's get the remainder of them and demolish unit 1 on the way back. Meantime, let's hide her under this bush," Jadan says.

They get underway, and Marshon calls Dedra. "Can you spot us?" he pauses and listens. "I suspected such. We'll reduce speed and check if the debris still identifies our location. I'll contact you in a half hour. Slow down—the dust and flying rubble might make us visible to the satellite."

Soon they pull Dérobé-2 under the rocky outcrop and shut off the engine. Kia rushes to Jadan with open arms. "I worried you didn't take any food or water with you—you might be dead from exposure or dehydration."

"My actions proved to be stupid—the decision put all our lives at risk," he says. "I didn't retain the right, but Dr. Marshon and Relo rescued me. I wouldn't survive another day if they didn't arrive."

"Okay—everybody get plenty of rest—we're leaving at dawn, and with a little luck, we'll be home day after tomorrow," the doctor says with reassurance. "Who is this?" he asks, pointing toward Chisai.

The briefing takes the next several hours getting everyone up to date.

With the aid of Dedra and the other analysts, the group starts home. They activate the device on the abandoned Dérobé-1, and the team enjoys an uneventful trip back to a huge welcome home.

OFGRAT COMMISSION HEADQUARTERS SEVERAL DAYS LATER

Kia, Jadan, Riah, and Chisai are in a room at the center of operations. The twins presented their requests to the membership board in person. They request immediate acceptance and full protection for themselves and the little one. He tries to appear confident and optimistic while Riah paces the floor. She sits on a sofa with him on her left, and the little one pressed against her right side. Jadan's arm is around Kia's shoulders as he twirls a lock of Chisai's hair. They detect the muffled sound of loud voices.

Inside, debate is raging. The initial vote ended in a tie. Association requires a majority of the thirteen-member board. Eath finds maintaining an orderly meeting difficult. He is the chairman, and he holds the power to break a deadlock, but he does so in rare cases. He acts as a neutral third party. On this delicate occasion, he appears more compelled than normal to withhold his participation. The other twelve members of the panel must come to an agreement.

Riah listens to the gavel rap three times. The buzz around the room grows silent. He glances at Jadan with melancholy and shakes his head. "They're not going to grant us membership."

He can't respond. The door opens, and Kaamren steps out. "I need you to come in as the advocate for the petitioners."

He bends over and kisses her on the cheek. "All will be okay," he says as he gets up and goes in.

He closes the door behind them. "Take a seat at the table. This is going to take a while," says Dr. Marshon. "We're deadlocked. At this point, I choose not to cast the deciding vote. I want to maintain my role as the neutral moderator. To keep order, I'll recognize each member of the board one at a time. The one, who is given the floor, will be granted twenty minutes to ask as many questions as he or she wishes. You should make the queries as clear and succinct as possible. I'll identify members, and I'll switch between the pros and cons. I'll begin with you, Seth."

"Thank you, Mr. Chairman. Jadan, did your relationship with Kia cause a delay in your membership to The Conversant?"

"Yes."

"What did you do to bring about acceptance?"

"I threatened to withdraw from Opaque."

"Why would they care if you withdrew?"

He pauses and stares into Seth's eyes. "Mind telling me why I'm being grilled with such an intensity? Is my status being challenged?"

"Of course not—I want to establish the deep emotional connection between you and Ms. Nuggen."

"Well let me save you some time and energy. I'm in love with her. I proposed, and she accepted. Connections can't get much deeper—next question."

"Tell us about the servant. Many of us are concerned. She isn't human. You do understand membership is limited..."

"Writers of the bylaws assumed members would be human, but the condition isn't spelled out in detail. This isn't to suggest Chisai isn't human—I submit a point of order and clarification. Why don't you define for the panel and me what makes one human?" Jadan asks.

A long pause hangs in the air as the entire group stares at Seth. "Well—uuh—to be considered. One must be intelligent, possess the ability to reason, the capability to fabricate tools and utensils to make life easier, the skill to create art, and language. I believe those are the major ones.

"Which point or points do you challenge?"

"Well, for one, she can't speak."

He turns to Dr. Marshon and asks, "May I bring her in?"

"Do you think she's relevant to the question?"

"Yes, sir, I do."

"You can."

"Thank you." He walks to the door and asks her to come in. With visual fright, she enters the room. He takes her by the hand and leads her to a position in front of the group. "Her race is born with speech capabilities—complete with vocal cords like you and me. Soon after birth, they are muted with laser surgery." He tilts her head back and points to the scar on her throat. Every one of her kind at Raefell's mountain compound shows a similar pockmark."

"I yield, but I reserve the right to use the rest of my time later," Seth says.

"Dedra, you're next."

"May I examine her closer?"

"By all means," he says and takes the girl to her.

"Tell the panel the price you are paying for being in love with Kia."

"Nuggen put a contract on my life. The reward is 10,000 script points for the person who can make my death appear an accident. To date, I survived three attempts." He explains the failures to the group. "The kill order is still in force."

"How are you so sure a pact is on your life and not three instances of being in a dangerous place at the wrong time?"

Jadan clarifies how Riah obtained the information, confronted the paid killer, and confirmed the contract. Gramps told them he would call off the assassin, if they moved into the mountain compound.

"Why is he so opposed to your romance?"

"She comes from a pure Annunaki bloodline. The NEX and all Annunaki in power are Bloods. He is willing to do anything to keep Kia's heritage pure—including making her a prisoner and committing murder, if necessary."

"How do you understand this to be a fact?"

"He and some of his associates kidnapped her and her brother and, against their will, and took them to the compound. He arranged for all their possessions to be taken away, and their residences closed in Abydos. He canceled her communicator account."

"I yield for now," Dedra says.

Eath moves to the next individual opposing the admission.

"By your own testimony, Raefell Nuggen will stop at nothing to get his way. My fear is keeping his grandchildren will ignite a severity of attacks the resistance can't withstand. I'm interested in your response," the man says.

"I don't think he or the government is holding anything back at present. Bloody as the revolution is, we need further to solidify our forces and increase our supporters. To back away from the NEX will weaken our image among the masses. I believe granting the three memberships, and protection is beneficial to the cause. What better way to show defiance and resolve than to allow them membership, and permit them to speak out in public against the cabal of terror."

"I don't find living in luxury at the mountain compound to be incarceration."

"The size or amenities of the confinement area are irrelevant. Limit a person's ability to move about or travel without restrictions, I consider imprisonment. Will you define for us what dimension and limitations you use to constitute a penal complex?"

"I'm not sure, but I can't envision the compound as a prison."

"Are you finished?" Dr. Marshon asks.

"No."

The discussions, sometimes heated, continue for the next two hours. Jaan is the final panelist to question Jadan.

"I understand how Riah and Eight-Seven—I mean Chisai rescued Kahnn, Renny, and you. Who recovered Kia? Would you please explain to the group and me?"

"Let me make this clear. He didn't rescue us—he accompanied her. She planned and orchestrated our escape. Renny panicked at the small tunnel, but on the spot, she made a decision and ordered Betta and me to go through the burrow. She gestured for the others to follow her. What I'm telling you now is what Renny conveyed to me. She took them back into the maze. Many of the passages required them to go through on their hands and knees. They reached an area where she motioned for them to sit. She pecked on the wall. A short time later, a male servant appeared with the number 88 branded on his neck. They exchanged a series of hand signs. The young man disappeared back into the passageways, and she sat down across from them."

"About twenty minutes passed, and Eight-Eight reappeared with Kia and vanished back into the labyrinth. She led them out of the compound through another exit, which opened into the woods and brought them to the place we exited the tunnel."

"I'm finished," he says.

Jadan turns to Dr. Marshon and says, "With your permission, may I add something else."

"You can."

"Thanks. Ladies and gentlemen, Riah and Kia gave up a life of luxury and ease because they hold the same belief system we do. Chisai is a further example of the control and cruelty of the NEX. Their futures are in your hands. Is Eight-Seven a human you ask? I submit she, and her race pass the test in every possible way. They are born slaves, muted at birth, and allowed to use a few rudimentary hand signals. They are punished if they are caught using other than approved ones. In spite of all, they developed a culture. They created a sophisticated language of hand signs. The secret passageways and the maze throughout the complex serve as testimonials to their ability to reason, to make plans, to communicate, and to implement multifaceted projects under the most adverse circumstances. Our failure to grant her association and protection, we are signing her death warrant. Humanity owes her kind the opportunity for life, liberty, and the pursuit of happin0ess. She symbolizes one more major reason why the NEX must be overthrown, and the government be elected by the people. Thank you." Jadan leads her to the table, and they sit.

"Is anything else relevant before I call for a vote?" An extended silence follows, and Dr. Marshon says, "You'll make your wishes known. All who are opposed to granting the three petitioners membership and full protection signify by raising your right hand." The members of the panel glance at one another, but no one raises a hand.

"Jadan, will you and Chisai call the others in, and I'll allow you to tell them the outcome of this meeting. Are we all invited to the Unification Ceremony?" The doctor asks.

"Yes, by all means," he says as he takes his radiant smile to the door. For the first time since the proceedings began, a bright beam covers Chisai's face.

"Kia would you and Riah step in here and meet some of your new brothers and sisters?" The frowns of anxiety melt into huge smiles as they enter the room.

Three doors down the hall, with Kedraleona looking on, Professor Keena takes a pen and begins writing his first translation of the CoPa, the language on the ancient scrolls. _"In the beginning, God created..."_

THE END

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### About the Author

J R earned a BS in Business Administration and worked more than thirty years in Corporate Management. He is native to Tennessee, and a long-time resident of South Carolina. He and his wife, Sheron, have been married forty-nine years. They plan to celebrate their fiftieth anniversary with an extended motor home trip. They have three children, seven grandchildren, and three great grandchildren.

He is a veteran of the United States Air Force and a loyalist to the U.S. Constitution, the Bill of Rights, and the Democratic Republic. He believes in small, fiscally responsible governments, at all levels, that answer to the people.

He has been fortunate to spend two years in Japan, travel widely in Canada, and some in Mexico. Retirement has presented him the opportunity to pursue his writing interests. He has written editorials, blogs, been the guest on radio talk shows discussing political and social issues, and he has done several television interviews. He finds it frustrating that small groups of unelected elite put themselves in the role of 'gods' orchestrating life-and-death decisions affecting the people around the world. Such are the antagonist in his writings.

He is a member of FanStory.com where some of his works are published under the pseudonym of Curtis Hatch. There he earned a five stars plus rating. He is a charter member of South Carolina American Christian Fiction Writers. An avid Science Fiction fan he uses the genre to present life lessons and warnings.

He has a paperback available online published under the pseudonym Curtis Hatch.

### Contact Information

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### Other Books by the Author

"When the gods go Astray" was written under the pseudonym Curtis Hatch. It is available in paperback. The story is a parallel to this ebook, but this rewrite sets the stage for the sequel to come. "Nibiru-The Awakening, Book II of the Planet X series will be published on or before March 30, 2016."

### Character Profiles

Characters (alphabetically by title or first name) **:** **All characters are listed, even the minor ones. The profiles identify the race of the characters and the ranking if an Annunaki. With the main characters, it adds additional information to assist the reader in getting to know them intimately.**

{A=Annunaki, 10= equals the individuals ranking. Ranking runs 1-10, 10 being the highest}

{C=Commonuer}

{B=Blended}

Abi Ziere (Ah-bee Zee-air){A-10] is Chair of the NEX.

Baab Lorenz (Bob Lorenz){C} is Rue's half-brother who was killed on a secrete resistance mission.

Balla Xeon (Bah-la Zee-on){C} is Lehad's husband and Rue's brother in law.

Bannon Eas (Bannon Eez){C} is Deputy Director of the Department of Astronomical Affairs and reports directly to Dr. Kizziah Jayne. He is a key figure in translating the ancient scrolls.(Kizzie or Dr. Kizzie).

Betta Kahnn (Beh-ta Kon){A-7} is Masta Bhril's second in command and an old university friend. He is married to Teska and has two children. He is imprisoned in the Inner Dome and becomes a key player in the resistance movement.

Boze Landiz (Bows Landis){A-8} a professor and friend of Dr. Kizzie's. He also joins the resistance.

Colonel Leahn Baanar (Lee-ann Bah-ner){C} is a direct report of Rogg Jasen. He is a loyal servant and friend and plays a key role in the resistance.

Chisai (Chee-sigh){?} is the nickname given to Eight-Seven, the servant girl. It is determined that her ancestors were brought to Nibiru from another planet as slaves.

Connee Bhril {A-9} is Masta Bhril's wife.

Corron (Kor-on){A-6} is a beautiful and sexy blond reporter for The Broadcast News and Sports.

Dedra {C} is Jaan's older sister and an Opaque Sister. She graduated from University with a doctorate in Astronomical Affairs and is employed by the Ministry of Science and Health. She is an underling in Monsieur Eas' department.

Donn Ridzer {C} is one of Waal-baal playoff champions and is in the final match for the championship.

Director Ravi Joanz (Ra-vee Jones){A-8} is Director of the Ministry of Law and Order. He is a close friend with the new supreme chancellor.

Dr. Bilden {A-7} is head of the School of Engineering at the University.

Dr. Bodden {A-6}is the staff MD for the tournament.

Dr. Brison {A-8} is Kia's neurologist.

Dr. Eath Marshon (Eeth Mar-shon){A-6} is head of the School of Computer and Data Processing at the university.

Dr. Kizziah Jayne, 'Kizzie' (Keh-zi-ah Jane){A-7} has recently become Director of the Ministry of Science and Health. Circumstances force her to join the resistance.

Dr. Lelan (Lee-lan){A-7} is Director of Chemistry and reports directly to Dr. Kizzie. He is a low-keyed individual and delegates well. His direct reports are 'in the loop' and kept informed about departmental affairs.

Dr. Zea (Zee){A-9} was former Director of the Ministry of Science and Health. He was killed in the tragic trolley wreck.

Dru Nuggen {C}is an OFGRAT imposter posing as a Broadcast News reporter and nephew to Raefell Nuggen.

Eight-Seven {?} is the servant girl rescued by Kia and the group. She was nicknamed Chisai because of her small stature.

Jaan (Jon){C} is a graduate student at the university. He has an undergraduate degree in mechanical engineering and is working to get his doctorate. He is also a Master Scholar, an Opaque Brother, and a member of The Commission.

Jadan Kanzz (Jay-den Kans){C} is a university student gifted in mathematics and all facets of computers, data processing, and information control. His computer skills and understanding are near genius. Jadan was born and reared in a rural section of the province of Sukish. His scholastic achievements were distinguished in Primmar and Academy; therefore, he is not required to have a job while attending University, a rare situation for a Commonuer. Jadan is also a gifted musician. He plays the guitet. The instrument's origin is the remote farm land of Okera and it is popular with rural folks. He is tall and muscular. His hands show evidence of hard manual labor. His attire is usually neat but unassuming. He meets and falls in love with Kia Nuggen, a situation that leads to him to become a key player in the revolution.

Kaamren (Kam-ren){C} is a student in computer science. He is addicted to computer games and skilled at creating new ones. Kaamren is in Opaque, the Conversant, and he is a ranking member of The Commission.

Kalleen Smid (Kah-leen){C}Chief Engineer of Reclamation at the spacecraft site.

Kedraleona (Kee-drah Lee-o-nah){C} is the owner of a clothing store in Krest of Bozza. Her friends call her Kedra for short. She is a linguist and joins OFGRAT.

Keiver Belan (Kee-ver){A-9} is Director of Main Control.

Kendi Dross {C} is an OFGRAT reporter who impersonates a Broadcast News reporter

Kia Nuggen (Kee-yah Nu-gen){A-4} is taller than most women with a slender physique. She has long shapely legs, rounded hips, and well-proportioned breasts. Her eyes are pale blue. Her hair is long and naturally blond and her skin is light and flawless. She is scholarly and pursuing a career in genetics. She is athletic and competes regularly at the Waal-baal Spa, and competes for the Waal-ball championship. She meets and falls in love with Jadan Kanzz.

Klyn Joanz (Kline Jones){A-4} is the nephew of Director Joanz and Gramps's pick for Kia.

Kraymer {A-1} is a member of the student team. He is a specialist in computer hardware. He is second from top of his class only to Jadan. Kraymer has been doing research into the feasibility of organic circuitry to replace the metal and mineral components presently in use.

Larz Jargo {A-1} is the prior seasons Waal Baal Champion. He is a fierce competitor and is favored to win against Kia this year.

Lee {C} is Kaamren's wife...they have one small child, a boy.

Le'gaan (Lee-gan){C} is a graduate from University. She is an employee of the Ministry of Science and Health. She works with the group doing research in the field of plant genetics. She and her group are creating new genetically engineered plants. Their objective is to create plants that edible fresh. Since the Great War, all plants contain toxins. Before the plants are edible, the plants must be processed to remove the toxins.

Lehad Xeon (Lee-had Zee-on){C} is Baab Lorenz's sister. She is also Rue's half sister.

Liza Jerka {A-4} is a niece of the supreme chancellor and a classmate of Kia's. She is known for her wild conduct, but she is a dedicated Annunaki.

Marla Eas (Mar-la Eez){C} is the wife of Bannon Eas.

Masta Bhril {A-10} is the Project Manager of the Escapades Project and responsible for all aspects of the project. He is married with two children. He had chosen to leave the details of the Escapades Project with his close friend and second in command. His wife's name is Connee.

Mika {C} is an Opaque member and member of The Conversant. He worked on the project to hide the engineering data on the CDC.

Milda Jerka {A-9} is the chancellor's wife. She is a Blood and her father is a NEX. She is much younger than the chancellor and quite the socialite. She enjoys the good life and seldom leaves The Escapades. Like most Annunaki women, she is tall, slender, blond hair, mesmerizing blue eyes and a sexy body.

Mr. Cazara {C} is an acquaintance of Kedra's who agrees to allow Jadan to stay with him a few days.

Mr. Nedlib {A-6} is an assistant to Master Bhril.

Professor Keena {C} is a language expert from the University of Krest.

Professor Taak {C} is a linguist from the University of Krest.

Raefell Nuggen aka 'Gramps' (Ray-fell Nu-gen){A-10, a NEX and Co-Chair} is Kia's grandfather. He is expected to be the next Chair, and he is as ruthless as he is powerful.

Rath Larxen {A-1} is the previous season's Waal-baal runner up and a fierce competitor in this year's Waal-baal Championship.

Rehab (Ray-eb){C} a babysitter of Kia and Riah when they were young. She believed in the one God and taught Kia her about her faith.

Relo Kazza (Ree-lo Kah-zah){C} is a member of the student team. He is a specialist in systems design, and especially good at designing computer games and models. His friends know him as the 'Magician'. What you see is NOT WHAT YOU GET in many of his designs.

Renny {C} is a prisoner at the Inner Dome. He was sentenced to the life squad for breaking into the CDC. He viewed some highly sensitive files about an event the government wants to keep secret. He becomes Kahnn's close friend and confidant. His real name, which he hates, is R J Renfret.

Rogg Jasen {A-1} is the Commander at the Ministry of Law and Order. Even though he is a level 1 Annunaki, his genetic marker is so distant that he can never advance above that level. In fact, the marker is so weak the entry blood test into Opaque had failed to detect it. The more sophisticated tests of the Annunaki did detect it and they recognize him as an Annunaki, an extremely rare set of circumstances.

Riah (Ree-yah){A-4} Kia Nuggen's twin brother.

Rueef 'Rue' Lorenz (Roo-ef Lorenz){C} is a member of the student team, and she is a specialist at encryption. She recently received the 'STAR OF EXCELLENCE', for an encryption code that the professionals and mega computers have been unable to break. She is an outgoing individual and known as Rue to her friends.

Ryner {C} is the man Jadan fights at the boarding house, and he is a Mail Express MagnaTranz operator. He and Jadan become friends.

Seth {C} is a graduate of University with degrees in Chemistry and Computer Sciences. Seth is in Opaque, The Conversant and a member of The Commission. He is Assistant Director of Chemistry. His boss, Dr. Lelan reports to Dr. Kizzie.

Supreme Chancellor Jerka {A-8} the head of the government. As head of the Integrity Party, his election win got him elevated from Annunaki 9 to 10. He proves to be a ruthless leader.

Surtat {C} is a member of the student team, and she is a graduate student preparing to be a teacher. Her specialty is software code. She is a genius in her field, but a bit of an eccentric.

Teska Kahnn {A-6} is Betta Kahnn's wife.

Vice Chancellor Adue (Ah-doo){A-7} is Vice Chancellor.

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