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In a sudden move, Kate backed off from Alejandro as if she was resisting an urge to devour him. Seeing he had for that moment lived through the horror he had just seen, Alejandro took a sigh of relief and whispered to himself, “Jesus!” Like lightening Kate swung around and smacked her monster claws into his face and drew blood. Before licking his blood she yelled, “That name is forbidden here! Use it once more and I will drain you of your blood!” Lying helplessly on the floor, Alejandro nodded in the affirmative. With quick measured steps, Kate let herself out of Alejandro’s bunk. Alejandro was not sure if she opened the door or went through it. Still on the floor, he shut his eyes to mumble a few prayers to God. After a few words of prayer had escaped from his lips, he saw a big black beast trying to slither into his body through his mouth. He held its two giant horns and resisted it until his strength was spent and that was the last thing he remembered doing.

When he woke up the next day, the tear on his face had disappeared and he felt unusually heavy. Having woke up a little late than usual, he dashed into his bathroom for a quick bath and went to work in the kitchen. In the kitchen all his colleagues were staring at him as if they knew something which Alejandro didn’t know. Having realized he was the odd one in their midst he decided not to ask them any questions so not to reveal his ignorance. When he was done with the day’s work, he felt he was on that submarine for a purpose. He had seen enough to know that something evil was taking shape on that submarine, something which would change the world from the way he knew it. He took his Samsung phone and bolted out of his bunk to have a look around and record whatever he could. Outside his bunk, he met Kate smiling as if she was the nicest girl in the world…


After months of hiding and looking for means to find his family members and to tell the world what he knew; Martin Douglas finally got a break. Somehow a man had heard about him and began to drop hints to him about the police, where to go and where not to go. Somehow he was able to find Martin wherever he went. His hints were very useful and saved Martin on many occasions. The man had a wealth of knowledge about The Elite and knew how to survive in the street when one is hunted by a secret organization in league with governments. Martin had found out that it was difficult to hide from the police and assassins when he kept using his ATM and credit cards. They had always shown up looking for him each time he made use of them to get money or bought things. He couldn’t go into banks to get money; he knew his bank would call the police on him. He literally lived a life of deprivation on the streets because he could not get money, even when he had some in his account. He had on some occasions ditched his phones but the police would always come looking for him whenever he made calls which lasted more than three minutes.

There were times Martin wondered if he had a bug under skin. Much later, the mystery caller told him he knew how The Elite were able to find him and so set up a meeting with him. Martin had to trust him even though he didn’t know much about the man. Martin felt that the mystery caller had helped him on several occasions and so might not betray him. When he told Martin where to meet him, Martin took the risk to go see him. He took his tape recorder, and for protection took him pistol along. From a distance he studied the location of the meeting with the mystery caller, he didn’t like it. He felt something was wrong, there were few escape routes. If something bad was to happen and he needed to get away it would be difficult. The location was an old airfield at the outskirts of Arkansas. The airfield was an expanse of open land. Trees were far off from the field and there were no houses to run into incase of any eventuality. Having survived on the streets for some time, Martin had learnt a few things. He turned away and left. He knew mystery caller would call him to know why he didn’t show up for the meeting and so he waited.

Three hours later the call came in, “Hello Fish! (To keep his identity hidden, Martin had to use a lot of code names one of which was Fish). You didn’t show up for the meeting. The hawks have not swooped on you I hope.” “I am fine. If they did I wouldn’t be talking to you, would I? The hawks haven’t spotted me yet. I didn’t like the location of the meeting. I will call you to meet with me in a new location. I am out.” Martin dropped the call. That was their rule. To evade authorities, they planned to talk less than a minute each time on the phone. Mystery caller wasn’t happy with Martin’s decision. He had deliberately chosen that airfield. It was away from surveillance cameras, policemen and undercover secret agents. But for Martin a crowded place in the city was just ideal for him. He thought it would be easier for him to get lost in the crowd if the police came for him.

When he called mystery caller and told him to meet him at a large busy shopping mall, mystery caller rejected the location and asked him to pick a far less busy location with fewer surveillance cameras. An hour thirty minutes later, in a shack in some bum slum in Arkansas, Martin and mystery caller met. Before mystery caller arrived with a small entourage, Martin had studied the joint and marked his escape routes in case the whole meeting was a set up. When the mystery caller arrived, he was not anything Martin had expected. He was an affluent man with his own private security squad. He had broad shoulders, an athletic build and cut the figure of a wrestler. He stood at 6.7 feet tall and had deep set eyes which he hid behind sunglasses. He was driven into the location in a black Chevrolet Suburban SUV and stepped out of the vehicle like he owned the hood; giving no sign of caution.

From his position Martin studied him and the hunks who flanked him. When they entered the shack, Martin made his way into the shack from the back door, carefully resting his hand on his pistol. Before them Martin stood, feigning courage and fearlessness. The mystery caller stepped closer and offered him a handshake, “I am Justin Scott, the man you have been speaking with on the phone.” “I am Martin Douglas whom you know as Fish.” “I won’t waste your time Fish. You already are a dead man…” Martin took two steps backward and brandished his gun. Justin Scott tried to make his meaning a bit clearer to calm Martin, “…what I mean is this, the people after you are the most powerful secret organization in the world and I am one of them. You are dead as I speak; it is only a matter of time before you get lowered into your grave.” “If you are one of them, why then have you been helping me and why are you here?” “Martin I want you to succeed. I want you to accomplish your mission.” “And what is my mission?” “To tell the world about The Elite and their secret plan and I can help you accomplish that.” “What is in it for you? Why are you turning against The Elite?”

 “The organization is evil and has made me turn against every good value I believed in. I have helped kill scores of men and women who stood against The Elite. I have helped launch projects which have destroyed many young men and women and sent many to prisons. I have helped The Elite to build and manage human farms in the five continents of the world”. “Human farms! What is that? I haven’t heard of it.” “People in these farms are being used for experiments of the sort that would make you shudder.” “If you are this deep in The Elite, then you must know where they are keeping my family members.” “I am sorry I don’t”, he lied. “How come you don’t when you know this much about The Elite?” “The Elite is an unending abyss. Even the lords of the organization do not know the true purpose of the organization. We have over a fifty camps where we keep those who have been designated enemies, I do not know in which one of the camps they are holding your family.”

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Uzoma Ujor

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