Tesla by Jason Walker (an ebook reader txt) 📕

and would also have enhanced telepathic abilities so he could sense from a distance if there were any living ETs in the ships that were being shot down and then recovered.

“Do I have any say in this?” he asked her.

“You can pick out the design, just not the ink that’s being used,” she replied as they sat down and waited for him to be put in a chair.

“That makes me trust your outfit so much more, mate. I feel so safe knowing that,” he said sarcastically as he looked over the options once more. “I have no say in what’s injected into my body, but you’re trying to convince me that nanites would help me at the molecular level from being contaminated by radiation or other types of cell poisoning? I call bullshit!”

“That’s what they tell me. I’ve had one for quite some time.”

Darren was surprised by her admission.

“Wow! Okay. I guess it’s time for me to get a tattoo then,” Darren acquiesced.

They waited for the artist to finish his work on another person that was behind a screen. Anna looked at Darren and touched his arm, reassuring him. “This stuff really works, Darren. You’ll find your fitness and combat agility improve a lot too. So will your breathing. You’ll be amazed by how long you’re able to stay underwater.”

As if that wasn’t enough, the night’s activities weren’t over for Darren after sitting in a chair for four hours. After the tattoo came injections. He watched in macho consternation as the syringe was being filled with what looked like a phosphorescent substance, tinged with a tint of something black and actively moving around inside the vial. She failed to advise him of the chance of his immune system gradually breaking down from the injection and the hazards of the magneto graphene particulates coursing through his veins that would grant him his future trans-biotic abilities.

Whatever was in the last injection made him woozy, and he lost track of time. The last thing he remembered after being walked to what looked like a triage was seeing Anna pull up the sheets over his legs after she took his boots off and tucked them under the edge of the bed. He remembered drifting off to sleep as he heard her tell him that she would sleep on the couch in the same room to make sure the side effects weren’t too difficult to handle. What did I just do? Darren thought as he disappeared into the black.

April 15, 1991
Germany

Darren Mathews continued on in the ET craft retrieval business after his initiation and tagging. He took the technologies that he was being told to ship from point A to point B, all over the world via CIA support, including transport and storage of whatever was recovered.

Another assignment that was given to him following the Virginia tattoo incident was a recovery in Germany. It would be the recovery of an artifact that had belonged to an as yet, unidentified ancient civilization. It had been discovered underground during mining operations. On this hand-off, he would receive the artifact from another agency type person because these particular mining tunnels weren’t accessible to Darren. German intelligence units were in control of the site where a multitude of artifacts had been recovered and they didn’t want anyone else knowing what else they’d found down there and were preparing for plunder.

Instead, he took a plane into Berlin, Germany, and made arrangements to meet with a high-ranking official in a small tea shop on a back road, away from the public eye. They proceeded to order a lovely setting of cucumber sandwiches and a large pot of Earl Grey, settling into banal conversation that would have been awkward under any other circumstances but was trite enough to mask the fact that an exchange was being carried out. A neatly-wrapped package was passed to Darren under the table. It was the size of a large shoe box and three times as heavy as a normal pair of shoes. It was wrapped in thick brown paper and decorated in foreign stamps so as not to look like it was a drug deal.

The man asked, “How’s your niece?”

Darren slid into the cover chatter easily. If anyone looked over, it would seem to be two old friends catching up with each other. “She’s getting bigger every day.”

“A shame I don’t get to see her more often. These hours at work are killing me.”

“I’d say the travel distance has something to do with it too,” said Darren lightly. They spent a few minutes sitting there, talking about people who didn’t actually exist.

Then, the man’s phone rang. He held up one hand and answered the phone with his other. He said, “Not a problem, I’ll be right in.” Then, he stood up and told Darren, “I’ve got to go to work. They’re calling me in early.”

“No problem, mate. We’ll see each other soon, I’m sure,” Darren said as he waved the man a friendly goodbye. He sat around for a bit longer, staring out the window as he enjoyed people watching for five minutes. After he finished his tea, he placed the package into a paper shopping bag, paid the bill, and left with his assignment in hand.

June 18, 1991
Bolivia

After dealing with artifacts in Europe, Darren was sent down to South America. His flight took him back over the Pacific Ocean, then down past Canada, along the United States’ coastline, and then over Mexico. There were so many different kinds of landscapes over this vast distance. It amazed him when he looked out through the window of the plane he was on. When they were above Mexico, the flight path crossed mountain ranges that were enormously high in elevation, jagged, and staggering in steepness. The view was breathtaking.

When his plane finally touched down in Bolivia, his security team drove Darren into the heart of the Andes. After hopping into a beat-up jungle jeep, they found their way out of town to a small house in the middle of nowhere. Darren and the crew he was with would be spending a week there to acclimate to the higher altitudes.

The first night’s sleep was good. It felt nice to be sleeping in a freshly made bed away from all the noise that pounds at the head in a big city. After a fantastic sleep in his hotel, Darren set off early to enjoy two days and nights out on his own hiking. The journey uphill took him along a dirt road that climbed up into the mountains for miles. He didn’t see a lot of vehicles, nor did he see any hikers. It was just him and the great blue sky above all these tall mountains. The hike was breathtaking but it was getting harder to breathe he discovered as he climbed up to his final destination, Lake Titicaca. When he finally reached the pinnacle, he felt something in his heart become a little stronger, and his pulse smoothed quickly.

After the week’s stay in Bolivia, he needed to move the team into Peru where he would take a night in Cuzco, and then meet his contact at Saqsaywaman a day after that. That place was going to be interesting. Anna had told him she wanted him to take pictures, infrared and digital. Apparently, there were rock walls there that were massive, and the stones that were placed up to make the walls equally so. The seams weren’t straight and were shaped in very strange geometric angles. She said in the briefing before he left, that no modern technology had ever been able to successfully replicate such advanced building methods, which really piqued his interest. Anna also claimed that whatever race of beings made them had used molten heat and levitation technologies to put them all in place—at least in theory.

As he camped out at the lake, he watched the stars from the entrance of his three-season tent. Their brilliance was as impressive there as they were in the desert in Australia. He stopped thinking about Peru and opened up a can of local beer, swilling it down so he didn’t have to fully taste it. He didn’t need more than one, though, because something in the air was causing him to feel quite euphoric.

He’d read that this area had been the home of an ancient race of extra-terrestrials, but they had been punished by God for mixing with humans. They’d broken a fundamental universal law of not getting involved with a race that was less advanced than your own—or so the legend went. Apparently, this behaviour got these beings into trouble with some kind of Galactic Federation. That’s what Anna had told him. She was a walking encyclopedia, that woman.

In the morning when the darkness began to fade away, Darren started to see the outline of an island, which was said to be one of the most sacred places for priests to venture out to in order to receive some form of advanced development in their ways of thinking. His mind raced, imagining what might have taken place over on the island—something to explain why this land was sacred.

After a good breakfast, Darren set out to find Salar de Uyuni hoping it would lead him to find his destination, a church cut out of salt blocks.

He had planned to meet Phil Regen, who was one of his security team members, later that morning. Phil was also out in the general area, doing some car camping, and Darren’s rendezvous time with him was for 9 a.m., so he had to get himself ready for the last leg of his solo walking expedition. He felt great. The energy was an extremely high vibe. You can feel it coming out of the earth and going into your body, he thought.

As Darren packed up his tent, he looked at the lake and thought about the sunken city that was buried in the shallows long ago. In the year 2000, divers had found an ancient temple there. It was over two hundred meters long and fifty meters wide. Other teams had already recovered some of the artifacts from that area, which was why he knew so much about it already. It was the home of the Lemurians, and their country was known as OG, which in modern times is recognized as Bolivia and Peru.

Darren got his pack on and started hiking again. He checked his compass and map. The trajectory looked right to him as he checked his watch, to set the time. There were a few clouds in the sky but not many, and the wind was gently blowing up from the south as he gazed at the lake one last time, drinking in its view.

By 8:40 a.m., he had reached the rendezvous point where he would be picked up. The truck was there waiting for him, and he was happy to throw his gear in the back. He settled into the passenger seat and made himself comfortable as Phil and the team did a final check on their gear to prepare for a twelve-hour drive over some very dodgy dirt roads.

When their truck finally got to the church, Darren couldn’t help but feel the energy, somehow connecting to his own field. Phil, who’d also done some reading on the place, noted the field of energetics was very distinct. Legends claimed that you could realign your chakras and your auric fields by staying there, so Darren was keen to enjoy the night to see if anything happened to him. There was a deserted building next to the church, but giving it a look, he saw that it was not