Tesla by Jason Walker (an ebook reader txt) 📕

There was an old mining site in South Africa in a rural stretch of the countryside. When Darren was young, he’d come here once with his father, who was interested in it because of its gold-bearing possibilities.

Now Darren was hoping to see his old man at the same place as his driver dropped him off in the remote wilderness. It was a two-day hike from the city that Anna was staying in. It was a dangerous walk, and he had to be alert all the time. At night, he slept in trees to avoid the wild animals. He didn’t have a fire at night either because that would show the poachers where he was camped.

Once, shortly after Darren climbed into the tree for the night, a group of hyenas came and prowled about its base. They barked and yipped and laughed at him.

Darren ignored them. He pulled his slouch hat down further over his face, shielding it from the weather and the insects that came out once the sun had set. It was a cold night, and he tried not to roll around in case he fell from the tree. But by the time morning came, all the sounds of wild animals moving around were gone.

This was a stretch of the country where people didn’t come very often. He pulled a mini pelican case out of his rucksack, running his fingers over it. The watch was inside. And so was Tesla’s pocket notebook.

“It’s been a time of it,” he said, more to himself. He used a trowel to dig through the red earth. He dug down three feet, and then put the case into it.

Darren made sure to pack the earth down deep before he stood up.

That watch had unlocked a wealth of information. It had led him to the motherload of information and now he knew how the Fourth Reich and the order of the Black Sun had infiltrated both the US presidency as well as all levels of government within the United States and the many other commonwealth countries such as Australia, New Zealand, Canada, and the United Kingdom.

It was too much of a risk to keep these materials in his possession right now, though. Especially considering that he still didn’t have all of the pieces of the puzzle yet.

Darren was still trying to figure out how the Chinese were connected to the Orange Corporation beyond General Chen since it was also affiliated with the US military. He wasn’t at the level of security clearance to know how that all worked. He hadn’t been taken off-world yet because he simply wasn’t that important. The Interplanetary Corporate Conglomerate that he and Anna had heard about through rumours didn’t have a need for him in space since they had their own forces on every colony where they had people mining. To his knowledge, there were over two hundred colonies on different moons and planets within our own galaxy but that wasn’t confirmed.

It just made the spiderweb of information seem that much more confusing . . . and that much more important to figure out. The solo patrol to get out to see his dad was helping him process everything he’d learned while he’d been in America.

At around 1500 hours, Darren met a man in the mountains exactly at the grid reference he’d been given. The old man was looking skinny, but mentally he knew that his father was as skilled as they came. When they locked eyes, they recognized each other immediately. Darren’s father stood up from the ground and waited for Darren to walk over to him. “Son. About bloody time you got here. I’ve been waiting all morning. How the heck are ya, mate?”

“Yeah—Good, old man. It’s so good to see you again pops,” Darren said as he hugged his father, who held him just as hard. They hadn’t seen each other for over a decade. To say it was an emotional moment for them both was an understatement.

For the remainder of the day and for the rest of the night, the two men talked about everything. Darren trusted no other man as much as he did his pops, so he told him everything.

At midnight, the two men were in a campsite that they had surrounded with enormous thorny branches to prevent all kinds of predators from reaching them. They had no fire, so they focused instead on making the best defensive position that they could. While they touched things up Darren asked about his father’s experience in Cambodia during the Vietnam war.

His father, Shane Mathews, was in his late sixties now, but he still had the inner drive to be out in the middle of nowhere on his own like a true nomad. Darren was proud to be his son and was so happy to be reunited with him. “I understand what you were trying to explain to me when I was only a teenager. I always thought it was some lost tribe that you saw coming out of the jungle on that day you experienced all that bombing so close to you. They weren’t humans at all, were they?” Shane’s son asked.

Shane kept working on his patchwork of the debris that he was weaving together to strengthen their wall of thorny bush that surrounded their camp. “Nope. Not natural humans. Some kind of genetic hybrids . . . and there was a whole family of them. It wasn’t just one. They taught me about the code of silence in the bush when you’re moving. I didn’t even hear them moving through the bush because they have pads on their feet. And they’re hairy. I saw orange when the being looked at me. If I hadn’t been taking a break and not moving when they came by, I’m sure they would never have shown themselves but the Americans were dropping bunker-buster type bombs down on the jungle and they needed to move fast in order to survive. Pure and simple. And you know what, mate?”

Darren looked over at his father, “What?”

Shane turned and looked into his son’s eyes, “When that first one locked in on me and we looked into each other’s eyes, we both saw a soul. Then, it backed away into the bush behind it and looked for another way out of the danger, I guess, because it didn’t want anything to do with me.”

“And how is that connected to the missile attack on the Australian Navy Ship? What was that thing called?” Darren asked as he took a break and looked at where they might have the best chance of lying down straight since they didn’t have a very big campsite.

“There were UFO and Airforce engagements in the air. There were Special Forces teams going underground and never coming back up. Whole teams of US Special Forces were going missing, and when they sent in rescue teams, they also went missing. There were reptilian bases in the jungles that these teams were coming across. I guess it was because they liked the hot and humid weather there. But the name of the boat was the Hobart. Where that story gets interesting is that a US Airforce pilot fired those missiles at a UFO, and the saucer kept them and redirected them at an Australian warship hundreds of miles away, and they hit the ship. The people on the deck of that vessel never saw or heard a plane. The missiles just came out of nowhere and hit them. Quite a few people died as a result, which is why they imposed a rule that if pilots saw any UFOs or USOs they weren’t to fire at them.”

Darren could finally relate to his old man and told him so.

An hour later, they were laying on top of an air mattress each with a ranger blanket wrapped around them. Darren put his head down on his rolled-up socks and settled in for some sleep while his dad kept watch. He wondered what his old man was going to do next and asked him.

“I bought a gold mine in the Congo, and I wanted to ask if you’d have any spare time to come and help me. I’ve got my mate named Mgoo. You’ll like him. He’s a character, but it’s always business when it comes to that guy. But I’d like it if you could come up and give me a hand. I’m going to be buying a safehouse in Nigeria, which you can live in whenever you feel the need. It’ll be our go-to place, mate.”

Darren couldn’t believe the size of the balls of this man. “Dad, you’re fucking in your late sixties and you want to take on the bloody Congo? Are you out of your mind? Of course, I’d come and help you, but you know better than anyone how dangerous that’s going to be. You’re going to have to tell me all the details in the morning. I’d like to stay out here with you for a few more days, but I can’t unfortunately because I left a beautiful white woman in a hotel by herself, and that’s not a wise thing to do in this country. Not right now.”

The roar of an elephant