Synarchy Book 2: The Ascension (36 page)

Kayla merely nodded.

“
Anything else?” Olivia
asked. She was ready to get her team together and come up with a
game plan for killing Simone.

“
No.” Caesar stood back up.
“Just do your fuckin’ jobs, and at the end of the day, we’ll be the
Roshaniya’s heroes, and sitting pretty on top of a rightfully
controlled world.”

“
Sounds like the way it
should be.” Amadeo walked towards the door. “I’ll see you all the
morning of the 21st.”

Olivia slowly smiled. “What a great day
that’s going to be, isn’t it?”

December 20th,
2012

“
I'm going to tear your
world apart, piece by piece. And then I'm coming for
you."

-Liliana Terenzio

Chapter 20

“
If there must be trouble
let it be in my day, that my child may have peace.”

- Thomas Paine

December 20, 2012 - 10:10 PM

Somewhere in Egypt

Terenzio Compound

I’m ready. I’ve got explosives, angry
Cadre, and the thermopy thing.” Lucien patted himself
down.

The triplets and their security teams
stood in the security center. The scientists had been the first to
teleport out. Simone, who had been leaning back against Caleb while
the teams prepared, eased out of his arms and walked over to her
brother. “You be careful.”

Lucien smiled and hugged her. “Yeah,
you too.” He kissed her cheek and looked over her shoulder at
Caleb. “You take care of my sister. Anything happens to
her…”

“
I’ll kick my own ass, don’t
worry.” Caleb extended his hand to Lucien. “Good luck.”

Lucien shook it, nodding.
“Thanks.”

Vasco pushed off from his lean against
the wall. He stepped up to his brother, simply regarded him for a
quiet moment, then reached out with one arm and pulled him into a
tight hug. “Still the family’s best kept secret. Thank you, Lucien,
for always being there.”

Lucien smiled into his brother’s
shoulder, clearing his throat as he was released. “Bet your ass, I
am. See you guys soon.” He looked over at the four Cadre standing
behind him. “Ready boys?” When they nodded Lucien slide his gaze to
the Pleiadian called Taygeta, who Lucien had silently noticed,
looked suspiciously like Carissa. “Let’s do this.”

Taygeta pressed a few buttons on the
crystal device in her hand. A blinding flash of pink light emanated
outward, and when it died down, Lucien and his small team of Cadre
were gone.

“
That doesn’t get any less
amazing each time I see it.” Caleb said as he slung his machine gun
over his shoulder.

“
No, it doesn’t,” Vasco
agreed, and extended his hand. “Thank you.”

“
I’m not sure what for, but
you’re welcome, Vasco.” Caleb took his hand, shaking
firmly.

Vasco simply nodded, then looked over
at his sister. A faint smile curled across his mouth, before he
hugged her. “We don’t leave this place until we call
checkmate.”

Simone returned the embrace tightly,
closing her eyes and smiling. “Be careful, Vasco. But kick Caesar’s
ass when you see him.”

Vasco pulled back to look at her. “What
else would Stefano really come back for?” He winked, and then
looked over at Taygeta. “I’m ready.”

Again, the pink light pulsed from the
device, and when the light faded, Vasco was gone.

Simone drew in a deep breath and
refused to acknowledge the heavy weight in her gut that whispered
she may never see her brothers again. She looked over at Lieutenant
General Archer. “You’ll alert us when the White Lotus Society
rendezvous with the SVT teams at the concentration
camps?”

Archer nodded. “Yes, Madame President.”
He saluted her. “Good luck to you.”

“
Thanks.” Simone fitted the
alien-made headset into her ear. She looked up at Caleb. “Ready for
some ground work?”

Caleb grinned. “Let’s do
it.”

Simone gave a thumbs up sign to
Taygeta. A second later, she and the rest of her team
disappeared.

§

December 20, 2012 - 10:44 PM

Washington, DC

The White House

“
What message?”

The Igigi kept its large,
ugly head bowed.
The message delivered to
your brother Enki, my lord.

Enlil’s eyes narrowed. “What was the
message?”

That the DeMarcos are
traitors and working with the Terenzio’s.

Never had such a sound been heard in
the Vice President’s office as the one that ripped out of Enlil’s
pseudo-human throat.

His brother had deceived him. The
Galactic Federation was interfering. Enlil knew this for fact, now
that he had actually received the report regarding the true events
with the Terenzios’ fleeing aircraft. An interdimensional vessel
had been involved. When Enlil found out which race the craft
belonged too, there would be hell to pay.

Time was of the essence. The
Galactic Alignment was little more than an hour away. It was
imperative that ELMINT come online to block the solar storms and
waves that would emanate from the Dark Rift, attempting to push
into the consciousness of man. The night of the Solstice
would
come and pass
without the slaves even knowing there was an incident. Their hope
would be crushed. Their fear would be allowed to reign over their
other emotions, which would allow
his
reign on this planet to continue.
And on the morning of the twenty second day, he would stand before
the Galactic Federation and laugh at their flimsy attempts to
interfere, their silly faith in the Great Source.

Dismissing the Igigi, Enlil snapped a
silent order to the two Secret Service agents, Zetas, standing at
attention inside his office. They opened the door for him, and then
followed at his heel as he marched down the hallways of the White
House and out onto the front lawn. He would no longer leave
Terenzio’s fate in the hands of the slaves. He would deal with them
personally.

As he entered the night, beams of light
began springing up on the grass. Five, ten, twenty. When the light
faded, there stood his best Anunnaki Warriors in all their glory,
without the false human disguise they so often wore.

Enlil did not care if the humans saw.
Let them, he thought. The world would be a much different place by
the time the sun rose.

Enlil let his iris flip, exposing his
true reptilian eyes as he drew them over his brethren. “Warriors of
Nibiru—”

“
Enlil!”

Enlil snapped his gaze to the right. He
was not surprised to see Enki walking towards him. The scientist.
The weakling. Enlil hissed at him. “Your exploits have failed,
brother. I know everything. And after I rip the very souls out of
those Terenzios, I will deal with you.”

Enki’s stern gaze centered on his
brother. “Your knowledge comes too late. You cannot stop what has
been created.”

Enlil growled, lowly. “I can and I
will.” In the blink of an eye, Enlil shed his human skin,
literally. Pieces fell to the ground and turned to dust as his true
form emerged, a good foot taller than his brother. “You cannot
defeat me, Enki. We both know that.”

“
Physically, brother no, I
cannot.” Enki motioned upwards. “But they can.”

Enlil looked upward and his eyes
widened in surprise, then narrowed with his mounting fury. The sky
was suddenly full of the race of Angels. The tall, winged,
disgustingly human-looking beings floated to the ground. Archangel
Gabriel and Michael stood at their center. Lightning snapped and
arced from Gabriel’s wings. Michael's golden chest plate gleamed. A
short sword was sheathed at his waist and grim determination
flashed through Michael’s eyes.

“
We need not fight, Enlil,
if you would only stop this nonsense,” Michael gently implored.
“Open your heart. Feel the Source. It calls to you. Your job is
done, brother. Let them go.” Enlil faced Michael head on, his jaws
snapping open to release his roar. The wings on his back extended
like the head of a cobra and glowed a brilliant red. “I will not!”
His claws flexed, growing an inch longer, their points sharper than
a Hitori Hanso sword. “Get out of my way, Angel.”

Michael’s eyes narrowed. He drew his
sword and his wings burst into brilliant blue flame. “We are the
guardians, and we will not falter.”

“
Then you will die,” Enlil
spat. He roared a command, and the Anunnaki Warriors charged at the
Angels.

With a speed that would be unseen to a
human eye, Michael charged Enlil. Enlil snarled and surged forward
to meet him. As the two collided, a blinding flash of light and
flame swirled around them, erupting high into the sky.

A scientist not a warrior, Enki could
do nothing but watch as the battle between Angels and Demons
reflected in his sad eyes.

§

December 20, 2012 - 10:44 PM

Corregiadora Ortiz

Police Station

“
I can’t believe we’re doing
this,” Shirley whispered.

“
What, you never broke
anybody out of jail before?” Derek teased, but he had to admit he
was pretty nervous himself. He wanted to sink even further down in
the car when Abe, Robert, and five Cadre walked into the police
station.

Grams was napping fitfully in her cell
when the angry bang of a gunshot woke her. Climbing off her cot,
she walked over to the bars, curling her elegantly aged fingers
around the rusting metal. “What’s going on?” she demanded when the
police officer walked up to her carrying his gun. He raised the
weapon silently, pointing the muzzle at her.

Grams’ eyes widened, but before the
flair of panic and fear could fully grip her, she was gasping in
shock as the man crumbled to the floor.

“
Hi, Grams.” Abe smiled and
set the fire extinguisher down.

Grams blinked as realization set in,
and then a shaky laugh escaped her. When Abe opened the cell door,
she seized his face between her hands and gave him a big smooch.
“The gods love you, because I know I certainly do. Phil and Steve
are…”

“
Dead.” Robert said from
down the hall. “We have got to go.”

“
Oh, no.” Grams looked
pained. Now she knew what those gunshots had been.

Abe took Grams arm. “C’mon, we’re on a
deadline.”

§

“
Derek?”

“
Hmm?”

“
Do you hear
that?”

Derek peered over the steering wheel
just as Abe, Robert, Grams and the Cadre came out of the station.
Suddenly, the glare of headlights illuminated their figures,
accompanied by a crescendo of furious shouts. “Oh,
shit.”

The soldiers leaning out of the open
jeep started firing. The Cadre swept in front of Abe, Grams and
Robert and fired back, chaos erupting as bullets from two sides
ripped through the air.

“
Start the car, Derek!”
Shirley yelled.

Her shout spurred Derek into motion.
Hand shaking, he twisted the key. Attempting not to panic, he
forgot to keep his foot on the clutch and the car stalled, lurching
forward. He got it right the second time, and the engine coughed to
life. Shirley threw open her door, grabbing her grandmother, and
Derek shrieked when he heard the plink of bullets slamming into the
side of his door.

Three Cadre dropped to the ground, dead
by the time Abe shoved Robert into the car. The remaining two
squeezed in after them. “Haul ass, Derek!” Abe shouted.

“
Seatbelts!” Derek slammed
on the gas, speeding down the narrow dirt road.

“
Where’s that teleport
thing, Robert?” Abe spared him a quick glance and slapped a fresh
clip into his handgun.

“
I’m on it!” Robert pulled
the shiny, triangular device out of his vest pocket and started
pressing buttons.

“
What teleport thing?” Grams
looked bewildered. A second later, both she and Shirley screamed
when back windshield shattered.

“
Keep your heads down!” Abe
shouted, then stuck his arm out the window and fired
back.

“
I’ve got it, get ready!”
Robert pressed a button, and in the next instant a brilliant flash
of light surrounded them, propelling them forward down an ethereal
tunnel. When the world came back into focus, the car was facing the
ancient Mayan site.

It wasn’t an ideal place to bring a
moving vehicle though. Derek’s eyes widened as he saw the thick,
road less jungle looming in front of them. “Oh, shit, hang on!”
Derek slammed on the brakes, and the car hit a tree with a little
less speed. The airbags deployed, a thin cloud of smoke hissed out
of the mangled hood. The doors creaked a little as the team climbed
out of the car.

“
Thanks for not killing us
just then.” Abe slapped Derek on the shoulder.

Derek swallowed. Eyes wide and
breathing hard, he nodded absently. “Yeah. Yeah, no
problem.”

“
Everybody okay?” Robert
looked around at the group. Shirley was hugging her grandmother,
but nodded over her shoulder at him. “Okay, no time to waste. Let’s
get the equipment out and get down there.”