The Omega Sanction by Andrew Scorah (the best ebook reader for android .txt) 📕

“You’re doing fine, we’re taking it at your pace, c’mon I’ll help you onto the ledge.”

She took a deep breath, and was trying to push away the deeper shadows her imagination was throwing up. She descended the last few feet, drawing level with Billy who helped him onto the ledge.

Across from them was the floors elevator door. They could hear voices from beyond.

“What level is this? ” Jennifer asked.

“The vault’s on this floor, those must be guards we can hear, shh, let’s see if we can pick anything up.”

At first only silence echoed back to them, then one of the guards spoke.

“Just had a call from Koenig. They are coming down to open the vault.”

“do you believe that it will work?”

“Of course it will, our scientists have refined the Xerum, and the control system, the bell will soon be ringing again.”

Jennifer could feel Billy watching her in the darkness.

“Do you know what they’re talking about?” She whispered.

“Yeah, and it’s not good, the bell is a time travel device, I worked on it when I first started here. The red mercury we’re working on is the Xerum they mentioned.”

“Time travel, give over, you been sniffing H2SO4 again.”

“Trust me, doc, it works, or at least it did once, we know the basic science behind it but so far any attempt at replicating what it once did, have failed, that’s why it’s in the vault.”

“How the hell do you know all this? I’m the primary leader on the project and I’ve not been told everything.”

“Let’s just say I’m too nosey for my own good, if they can get it to work, we have to get out and tell someone, this means big trouble.”

“C’mon, let’s keep moving.”

Jennifer leaned out and caught hold of the ladder. She had placed one foot on it when the doors across from them opened, blinding them as light flooded the shaft, and two very mean looking men were aiming machine guns at them.

Morgan had just sat back in the captain's chair when his coms chirped for attention.

“Morgan here.”

“Kukri, we got Bane, bringing him in. He had a couple of visitors we had to deal with.”

“Okay, bring him in, be warned though the counter attack is about to go down, they’ll have the outer perim closed tight.”

“Thanks for the heads up, Kukri out.”

Trotsky wandered into the hub, and retook his seat at the station in front of Morgan.

“Where’s Cyclops?”

“Gone down the stores, said he wanted to make sure everything’s good to go, just in case.”

Morgan brought up the main screen. The image of the groom complex could be seen nestled down in the dry lake bed, heat haze already rising into the morning air.

Nothing moved. All seemed quiet. The choppers were nowhere to be seen.

He switched the view to S 4, particularly a group of hangers next to papoose lake. Switching to infra red he saw the hangers glow with the heat coming from inside. Morgan knew these buildings were currently not in use. So a large group of bodies were inside. Going back to normal view he shifted to the craggy hills and valleys of the Papoose Mountains. These overlooked the main complex below. He zoomed in to the microwave relay station at the foot of the largest peak. Several men in desert camouflage were slowly moving past the buildings, heading towards the opposite slopes. These would be Ironbark's sniper teams moving into position.

Shifting to the left Morgan saw mortar teams setting up. He knew these would be firing a mixture of gas and smoke to conceal the approach of the home team and to cause confusion amongst the enemy.

Switching to a camera across the dry lake bed, parked up out of sight along the Groom Road was a convoy of armoured hummers, each armed with heavy calibre CROWS, Common Remotely Operated Weapon Station. A remote weapon station that provides the operator with the ability to acquire and engage targets while inside a vehicle, protected by its armour. It is designed to mount on a variety of vehicle platforms and supports the MK19 Grenade Machine Gun, .50 Calibre M2 Machine Gun, M240B Machine Gun, and M249 Squad Automatic Weapon.

Morgan could see this was going to be a two pronged attack. The Hummers would attack from the front, while the enemy was concentrating on the frontal attack, a larger force would attack from the rear. This tactic was making Morgan feel uneasy. Ironbark was using conventional tactics, but it would be a slaughter house inside the buildings, the bad guys would have loads of time to kill their prisoners. Maybe that’s what the powers that be wanted. All secrets die in the graves of the dead.

The attack began. White puffs rocketed from the top of Papoose, arcing to impact on the ground amongst and in front of the cluster of buildings below. Soon the whole area was engulfed in a hazy fog. Morgan split the screen to show all areas of action.

“Here we go,” Trotsky said.

From out of the hangers, the home team emerged. Morgan estimated there were four squads of forty men. They split to allow them to come at the base in a two pronged attack. Hummers approached at speed, racing down the Groom road towards the complex. Once they reached the long runway they spread out in a line. Their CROW weapon systems opening up. Morgan could see tracer fire disappearing into the smoke storm created by the mortars.

So far there had been no reaction from the complex. Morgan put the SEAL coms channel through the loud speakers.

“Alpha company, move, move, move!”

Ironbarks voice was loud and confident.

The sound of automatic fire came to them.

“Four tango’s down, make your way to the security building...What the fuck!”

Surprise filled the SEAL team leaders voice.

The SEALs were annihilated in perfectly executed interlocking patterns of super heated plasma fire. Morgan heard Ironbarks voice shouting above the rain of gunfire his men were laying down: “Fuck! Go back! Go back!—Jesus—Base, this is Ironbark! SEAL assault is negative! I repeat, SEAL assault is fucked! They’ve activated Shiva We’re being slaughtered!”

“Ah! Fuck! ” Ironbark shouted in pain before, his signal also went dead and the airwaves went completely silent.

“Holy shit ...” Trotsky whispered. “What the fuck is Shiva?”

Morgan was thinking exactly the same thing.

Morgan and Trotsky could not see what was happening because of the smoke, but within a purple glow spread out from the center. Enveloping everything around the base, rolling outwards, a superheated tsunami of death. When it reached the hummers, each vehicle exploded in a brutal display of fire and twisted metal. The purple coloured death wave rolled up into the Papoose Mountains, killing the sniper and mortar teams, and any other living thing in its way, leaving in its wake scorched earth.

“Whoever they are, our little team just became the last people on Earth capable of stopping them.”

A burst of machine gun fire exploded from the alcove next to Jennifer. The two men danced like marionettes with their strings cut.

She screamed, clinging on to the ladder as her fear threatened to rip her away. Billy emerged from the deeper darkness of the alcove where he had secreted himself as the doors opened.

“You okay doc?”

She lifted her head away from the metal rung, and looked straight at him.

“Could I have some warning next time you fire that...Please!”

Billy laughed before launching himself across the shaft.

“Where you going, don’t leave me!”

“I’ll be a couple of seconds, stay there.”

He vanished out of sight.

“Billy!” she called to the empty doorway.

About a minute passed when Billy returned with a broad grin on his face.

“Let’s see them get into the vault now,” he said before jumping across to the alcove.

“What’d you do?”

“I Destroyed the locking system, they’ll have to blow the door now, c’mon let's keep moving.”

“Don’t leave me again, Billy.”

Jennifer started descending the ladder again.

Robert Morgan was stressed. He knew he had messed up big time. Now was the time for damage limitation. The report on Geheime Staat, Charlotte Webb had handed to him had been sitting at the bottom of his in tray for months. He had been persuaded by Senator Braham to sit on it, that it was not important. Staat posed no threat to the US national security interests. Now the senator had been found murdered on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial, incriminating photos all around him. Christ, what a mess. It was common knowledge he and the senator were close friends. It would not be hard to join the dots to lead back to him. Questions would be asked, he saw his pension check burst into flames, and his future spent trading soap with Bubba in Leavenworth.

Morgan opened the left hand drawer of his desk, took out his sidearm, and put the barrel in his mouth.

Barry Goldwater stared opened mouthed at the images on the screen. As did the other twelve people sat around the oak conference table. After the debacle of the SEAL team attack, a squadron of F-117 Nighthawk stealth strike aircraft had been dispatched from Edwards. Before they had even crossed into the secure box they had been destroyed by Shiva Star’s aerial defence capabilities. Bolts of Tesla boosted plasma had burned through the air. The F-117’s never stood a chance.

The twelve men sat around the table were all members of Majestic-12, the ruling council that oversaw and had full autonomy over Area-51 and most of the deep black DUMBS, deep underground military bases, where the majority of America’s most highly advanced weapons and defence technology was created. Once the purview of the Department of Energy and the Department of Defence, it was decided to bring it under the scope of one ruling body thus was Majestic created. They were to have total control over everything. Even having the right to refuse any requests from the president as to the goings on within these bases. The twelve were six civilians (mostly scientists), and six high-ranking military officers, two from each major military service made up of high ranking members of both departments. It’s members in previous years had been such esteemed names as, Dr. Lloyd Berkner, physicist and radio expert, Dr. D. W. Bronk, medical physicist; aviation physiologist; chair, National Academy of Sciences, National Research Council; president Johns Hopkins & Rockefeller University, Dr. Vannevar Bush, who chaired the wartime Office of Scientific Research and Development and predecessor National Defence Research Committee; set up and chaired postwar Joint Research and Development Board (JRDB) and then the Research and Development Board (RDB) Sec. James Forrestal, Secretary of the Navy; first Secretary of Defence, replaced after his death on MJ-12 by Gen. Walter Bedell Smith, 2nd CIA director.

A very powerful body of people, some saw them as the hidden government. Goldwater didn't know anything about that, but he did know they held his ass on a plate over a roaring fire.

“It would seem this Koenig has us by the balls, do we know how he got hold of his knowledge of our base? ” Dr Garton Hunsaker, the son of Dr. Jerome Hunsaker, a former head of MJ-12, asked after contemplating the rerun of images on the screen.

Goldwater inwardly sighed. This he could answer, and it was not laid at his door.

“It would seem Geheime Staat got to Senator David Braham, who as you know, you yourself employed for a couple of years as an operations manager at the complex, he was found dead in D.C last night.”

“Do we know anything about this group? ” General Paul Shandera asked, ignoring what Goldwater had just stated.

“Yes we do, they’re called Geheime Staat. Robert Morgan had been sitting on an evaluation report for some months. Why he never alerted anyone to the threat they posed I don’t know.”

“I want a copy of this report and the name of the asset who compiled it, we’ll need to bury it