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Eve dropped her gun and picked up the photo album which she had pulled out from a shelf earlier. “In this photo album, you will find all...

Eve dropped her gun and picked up the photo album which she had pulled out from a shelf earlier. “In this photo album, you will find all the men who have worked for my father. The pictures of Justin Scott and Monroe Jason are here.” Slowly Eve began to page through the album. When she got to Justin Scott’s face, she paused and said, “This is Justin Scott.” “Yes! That is him!” “I have Munroe Jason’s picture here…emh…okay that’s him”. “Oh my God!!!” Eve was startled by Alejandro’s shout. “What is it? Do you know him?” “That man whom you called Munroe Jason, is Malcolm Baird, the private detective whom I hired to find Justin Scott and Monroe Jason.” “Oh Christ! Alejandro, they found you first. You are in a deep trouble. How did you get to meet Munroe Jason or rather Malcolm Baird?” “A friend of mine helped me contact him.” “What is your friend’s name?” “Ayinde Craig”.

Eve’s jaw dropped in shock. Momentarily she couldn’t move a limb. “What is it Eve?” “I know the man Ayinde Craig. ‘Ayinde Craig’ is only one of his many aliases”. Hurriedly Eve began to page through her photo album. When she got to Ayinde Craig’s face she held the album up and asked, “Is this him?” With his face riddled with nerve racking shock, Alejandro nodded and whispered, “Yes.” “This man whom you call your friend is a soldier of the Anti-Christ, an ace assassin. You see all the things you told me Kate could do, the fangs and tail stuffs. This man can do them. I have followed him from Helsinki to Beijing and from Lagos to Cordoba. This friend of yours can do things humans can’t. The power of Satan surges through him. I once saw him in Karachi, Pakistan, slaughter a family of five, including a six month old baby, by draining them of their blood. When he was done, their bodies looked like a century old corpse buried under the Alpine ice. Alejandro, you don’t know this man. I fear that your family is in danger. We have to get back to Hawaii right now!”


After Martin Douglas and Shepherd had rescued Agatha Brown, they found their way out of New Jersey. To Shepherd, saving Agatha Brown had a lot of benefits. Agatha worked for Crux laboratory and knew what went on inside the lab; her knowledge would be of immense use to them. While they waited for Agatha to recover, Shepherd kept himself busy with hacking into Crux laboratory system and cameras; lifting as much useful information as he could. Agatha knew the two men who had rescued her were short of ideas about how to console her for the loss of her husband and son. But unknown to them, she had passed that stage. Death was her only wish, but she was not determined to die alone. She had sworn on the deaths of her husband and son to bring down Crux laboratory. While Martin Douglas and Shepherd schemed on how to take down Crux laboratory in their makeshift office, Agatha Brown sneaked in on them and announced, “I am Agatha Brown, a biotechnology expert. I worked for Crux laboratory for five years; how may I help? And who are you guys?”

 “I am Martin Douglas, an enemy of The Elite whom you worked for. You uploaded a video on our blog.” “I am Shepherd. Welcome to our world Agatha Brown.” “How did you people find me?” “Your phone; I hacked into your phone from here and the rest is history,” said Shepherd. “Speaking of my phone, where is it?” “Mrs. Brown, if we still had your phone, by now we all would be dead. You are a good doctor, but you clearly don’t know how to stay alive on the streets. Those men who captured you in precinct sixteen found you through your phone and so did we. Before we came to New Jersey, I had already backed up all the information in your phone on my system. They are right here. As for your phone, I fried it. The Elite can’t find any useful information in it,” said Shepherd happily. Agatha Brown looked stupid while Shepherd lectured her about her phone.

“Did you by any chance meet these people while you were in Crux laboratory?” Martin Douglas asked as he handed her the photo of his wife and two children. “No. But I know where they are. I mean the woman and the girl…” “Where are they?” asked Martin as he sounded excited. “Guatemala. The Elite has a lab there similar to Crux laboratory. They do the same thing we do at Crux laboratory – human experiment. They are your family, right?” “Yes. What do you know about them? How about my boy?” “I have never seen your boy before. But I presume they took him down there as well. Usually for boys they are turned into killing machines or have their organs harvested or used for experiments. As for your wife and daughter they are rated A+.” “What does that mean?” “It means they are one of the few women who can be injected with extraterrestrial semen and they would successfully birth alien humans on multiple occasions.” “So they are using my wife and daughter for experiments?”

“No Martin Douglas. They are using them to birth an army of alien humans who can successfully breathe our air and walk the earth like humans. The experiment to create alien humans has been going on since 1846. Right now it is no longer an experiment, it is happening…” “From how much you have said, you really were deep in these things. Were you not?” asked Shepherd. “Yes, I was. Since the last five years I have helped birth thousands of alien humans…” Agatha Brown paused with tears flowing from her eyes. “Very often, all the labs owned by The Elite exchanged results of their work. That was how I got to know about your wife and daughter, Mr. Martin.” With tears still flowing from her eyes, she went on, “You don’t want to know what happens to the women, especially the teenagers when they give birth to those alien humans. Something evil, some paranormal force, takes over their souls. Simply put they seize to be humans. A single alien semen can produce three alien humans in twenty-five months…” “Stop! Stop!! Stop!!!” yelled Martin Douglas.

Martin Douglas was awfully trembling; his hands and feet were in tremor. He could hardly stand on his feet. Shepherd had to grab him and steadied him in an arm chair. Endless streams of tears flowed down his cheek. Though he cried not a word, but there was a soundless wail going on inside of him. While Shepherd pinned him in that arm chair, Martin jerked forward, knocking Shepherd off and made a dive for the pistol lying on a table. Agatha Brown was quick, before Martin could pull the trigger to shoot himself in the head, she slammed a chair into his face and he missed his head and fired into the roof before the gun flew off his hand. Shepherd moved quick and secured the gun. Angrily, Agatha Brown sat on Martin Douglas and began to slap him on the face while shouting, “You will not die alone! You will avenge your family! You will bring down The Elite! You will burn down those labs! Yes! You will!” Just then, amid soul wrenching sobs Martin spoke up, “I couldn’t protect my family. I could not save them even though I swore to. I failed them! I have failed in life! Please let me die! Please!” “You are not going to die without taking a hundred lords of The Elite with you! Tomorrow we bring down Crux laboratory and after that we head down to Guatemala. We are already dead people, so I say, let’s die bravely!” declared Shepherd. Trying to get up from the floor, Martin said, “No! Tonight we head back to New Jersey and burn down Crux laboratory. I can’t wait till tomorrow; sorrow will suffocate me before morning. I have to avenge my family before morning to stay alive.” While he still had the words in his mouth, Shepherd’s phone rang, and they all hushed up.

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