Episode 3 - Empires Shall Fall..................Coming Soon!

 

Below is a teaser from the third book

 

Catori Benally lived with her parents and younger brother, Hania in the suburbs of Trenton, close to the Delaware river. She was descended from the Hopi Native American tribe from Arizona, but her parents had moved to New Jersey when she was only three years old. Her father worked in the automobile industry and her mother the local hospital as a nurse. Now fourteen years old Catori was in freshman year at Trenton Central High School and a member of the school cheerleader squad for the Trenton Hurricanes, who were currently second in the West Jersey Football League.

She was doing well at school, excelling in mathematics and physics; that was up until a couple of months previous. Catori had begun to have headaches and visions, complaining to her parent about hearing voices at any time of the day; randomly, sometimes intense, sometimes not. Consequently, her grades had begun to suffer, and she was losing focus, tormented as she was by the voices she could hear. Her parents had taken her psychiatric evaluation and numerous tests, but nothing conclusive had been drawn. Catori herself could not explain the voices, but that at times they would not leave her alone; they spoke in many different voices, some she could understand, others not. As a last resort, her father had contacted tribal elders back on the reservation in Arizona. They had immediately informed her father that she must be brought as soon as possible. There was a reason for what she was going through, but nobody had displayed symptoms like hers for more than four generations. Therefore, her parents had planned on taking Catori at the beginning of the Spring recess. There they would stay for a week and let the elders examine her. Until then she continued to be tormented by the visions, often in tears and waking during the night with a scream.

There would be a little under two weeks until the trip and until then Catori remained at school, supported by her friends. Some days were good, others not so. She was unaware of the fact that her every move, her every click of a computer mouse, or tap of a finger on her phone was being monitored by others, but she soon would be.

 

The research of Catori had provided a photograph from the school website of the cheerleader squad and she was easily identifiable. Long, straight black hair, high cheek bones and an olive complexion, marked her out easily. Her daily pattern had been plotted; her route to and from school; her friends identified, and her extra-curricular activities identified. Not that there were many of those, certainly at present. Her parents had withdrawn her from cheerleading practice with everything that was going on. Her present fragile situation gave her parents great concern, but they remained positive for their daughter and obviously for their son as well. The episodes that she had been experiencing were not known fully to her watchers, although the text messages that she sent to her friends were captures, saved and of course read.

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Elena Martinez had been placed in charge of the retrieval operation for the specials but had had taken great interest in one in particular; Catori Benally. The messages that they had intercepted made very interesting reading indeed and she was intrigued as to what was going on inside the young girl’s head. During the time that Elena had been working at Watergate Industries on the project, by proving her loyalty, information had indeed been shared as Camila had said it would be. She knew now about the specials, and that they would be an integral part of the plan by Brad Steelman to produce, how had Art put it? To produce a global enforcement agency that would remove any current wars and fighting and make every country understand that there was only one real leader, President, King, Prime Minister, whatever term was used. And this would be achieved through twenty first century manipulation of an ancient Incan artefact. Currently in the hands of another, it would soon be at Watergate Industries and then the real work for Elena, Art and the team there would start. Brad wanted instant results, but everything would need to be proved first and no matter how much theory was employed and simulations, the actual effects on humans, could not be proven without subjects. Finally, the time was here for this to take place. Taking a personal interest in the obvious trauma that the young girl was presently going through, Elena surmised that this had to be related to her ability, although she did not know what it was. But because of this, she wanted to be the one to bring her here, to see her first hand and to manipulate and hone her abilities.

Everything was in place. Surveillance was complete on the youngsters and there would be four teams, all sent out at the same time. The furthest away from Watergate Industries was a two-hour drive, the shortest, twenty minutes. Elena was on the twenty-minute capture along with Wally, a large barrelled man that Camila was familiar with. He was pleasant enough and did as he was instructed, so Elena was confident all would go well.

A little after noon, four non-descript pizza delivery vans rolled out of the rear entrance of Watergate Industries heading towards the nearby freeway and then to their respective destinations. One of the vans contained Elena and Wally Pearson who was driving. Nobody paid any attention to the four vans together. Being based on a large industrial complex, with many different companies and types of work, there was a constant stream of many different types of vehicle, from large transporters and trucks, to delivery vans of all natures and employee cars.