This floor is bigger than all the rest. It must be the size of twenty football pitches, it is a vast sub-terrestrial hangar. There will be one of these in each of the bunkers, the underground control centres which form the four Quadrants of The Global Consortium.
The drones are like nothing he’s ever seen before. They’re smaller than the military versions that he watched in awe on the TV news programmes, but they look immediately more sinister and deadly. There are hundreds of them here, like bats in a cave, still and silent.
In an instant, the drones activate, one after the other. Red lights, the eyes of a devil, illuminate in the darkness. When all of the drones appear to be triggered, a bright shield of light sweeps across the full width of the far wall. It is a sight to behold and in any other circumstances it would be considered a spectacle of great visual beauty.
There is a deep rumble at the far side of the hangar and slowly, surely and deliberately its vast iron sides open up to reveal a dense blackness beyond. The drones launch into the darkness outside and as they enter that bleak nothingness they appear to have been swallowed up by some malevolent force. But it is not the darkness itself that is evil, it is the drones which make their deadly journeys within it.
Unseen by any human eye, they launch at regular intervals, each with a terrible mission. The red lights on the drones are not the eyes of a devil, though they may just as well be. Instead they indicate that the devices are armed, they have become a powerful weapon of destruction. Each one is intent on its deadly assignment – to completely annihilate the other three bunkers which lie beyond in the remaining Quadrants.
The girl is restrained on a cold, metal operating table. She is no more than sixteen years of age. Unable to move even her fingers, let alone her arms, legs or head, she has been like this for over twenty-four hours now, given neither food nor water. Four small needles have been inserted at angles into the base of her spine. Once every hour for the past twenty-four hours a mechanized delivery system has injected four different liquids directly into her spinal cord.
She hasn’t been told why she’s here or why they have chosen her for these experiments. There are no others like her, she is all alone in this nightmare. Another hour is up. The machine whirs into life once again, and the serums are injected into her one by one. It is the final liquid which she dreads most, the one that results in agonizing spasms which last nearly the full hour until the next injection is administered.
She lets out a scream of pain which echoes down an empty corridor. The only person who’s aware of what is going on here is the man who sits at his desk diligently monitoring the results of this experiment.
His office is plain and undecorated, there are no family photographs or pictures on the walls here. The only sign of who is he is and what he might be are displayed on the badge which is attached to his white lab coat. It reads ‘Dr H. Pierce’.
It was never intended that this fighting force should ever see the light of day. Specially selected more than eighteen years earlier, they’d been chosen as part of a series of initial experiments specifically for this purpose.
Tested under the most extreme conditions, each cryogenically frozen body in this room had been included on the basis of consistent responses in a series of demanding simulations. Unknown to them, they had been frozen here since the tests ended, waiting for the time when their unique services might be required. That time was now.
The entire population of the Earth was in imminent danger from terrorist saboteurs, their evil ambition to extinguish all life on the planet and extract its rich mineral deposits for sale to the highest bidder. As the power surged through their cryogenic caskets and the blood began to flow once more through their male and female bodies, the awakening cohorts could never have guessed at the battle that lay before them. It would be a battle not only to preserve their own lives, but also to protect the lives of every remaining human being on the planet.
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