Revolution of the Gods: The Battle for Sol Book One by W.R. Hobbs Page B
Authors: W.R. Hobbs
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incredible revelation.
He had explained that the remaining Antients were charged with a most difficult task – preservation and protection of not the Ark, but an ancient power core that had once occupied its inner compartment. The Antient mason explained how he had retrieved the power core ahead of the S1s, eluded their search and escaped Zimbabwe on an emptied NAU supply flight returning to the Southern Regional Military Zone. After the S1s had learned of his escape on the aircraft, the flight was hit by fire from a naval stealth destroyer just off the NAU east coast. The plane had crashed in a dense but small swamp in eastern North Carolina.
Simeon described how he was heavily tracked by the NAU Command and S1s, spending three weeks making his way westward, and barely evading the S1s by the time he reached Blythe, California. Still intact and inside a much smaller modernized containment case, the artifact had made it with him to Blythe as well, but that was as far as it traveled with Simeon.
Shortly after he had crossed into the town of Blythe, Simeon scouted an Oakland ROC internment patrol. He explained that with the S1s about to overtake him he made the decision to hide in plain sight and was purposely detained by the patrol. Before he was apprehended, Simeon hid the artifact and transmitted its coordinates to the Salton Sea Facility which was less than 100 miles away at that point.
The calculation that he would likely be unrecognizable to the ROC patrol proved correct. Consequently, Simeon had been hiding right under their noses for the last three months waiting for the correct time to act. Although all of his personal effects were seized when he was first arrested, just like Cadan, he kept a trick up his sleeve - literally. Two days ago he had made his first move by activating a nano-locator beacon sewn inside his shirt cuff.
It was now almost 1 p.m. and Ben was sitting in the basement still trying to wrap his brain around what he had heard when his attention was drawn back once again.
“The primary purpose of our brotherhood has been to protect the artifact from falling into the hands of the C7 and all of its previous incarnations. We could not risk a premature rescue before the event tomorrow; otherwise our entire effort ran the risk of being revealed. They must not learn the location of the Salton Sea facility. That is why I waited until this time to contact you… I assume the old man retrieved the artifact.” Simeon stated, looking at Cadan for confirmation.
“It is safe and secure thanks to you Simeon.” Activating a hologram of the entry gate, Cadan continued, “Well gentlemen, we have just a few hours to prepare for our departure.”
The setting sun towed its fading twilight behind the Pacific horizon. The spotlights on the guard towers and gates were already engaged in their slow ping pong like motion across the perimeter’s interior. Hundreds of barrel fires flickered across the ROC resembling a debris field from a small meteor shower. The meal lines were already filled with thousands of residents for the final meal of the day.
This time of day required extra oversight from ROC personnel and drones at the meal lines. The nearest meal distribution point to Ben’s residence was directly across Market Street in the parking lot of the former Jack London Gateway strip mall. One block directly south, between 7th and 6th Streets, stood a newly constructed two story auxiliary ROC command post with a landing pad next to it that covered the entire block to the east. This post was in the furthest southeast corner of the ROC, directly between the I-880 and I-980 fork.
Earlier that afternoon, the men had successfully placed a data splice on a conduit running from the satellite dish array on the roof of the new primary ROC command center. Ben was able to easily gain access as one of the site workers completing the interior construction. This splice gave Cadan direct control of the camp systems through his
He had explained that the remaining Antients were charged with a most difficult task – preservation and protection of not the Ark, but an ancient power core that had once occupied its inner compartment. The Antient mason explained how he had retrieved the power core ahead of the S1s, eluded their search and escaped Zimbabwe on an emptied NAU supply flight returning to the Southern Regional Military Zone. After the S1s had learned of his escape on the aircraft, the flight was hit by fire from a naval stealth destroyer just off the NAU east coast. The plane had crashed in a dense but small swamp in eastern North Carolina.
Simeon described how he was heavily tracked by the NAU Command and S1s, spending three weeks making his way westward, and barely evading the S1s by the time he reached Blythe, California. Still intact and inside a much smaller modernized containment case, the artifact had made it with him to Blythe as well, but that was as far as it traveled with Simeon.
Shortly after he had crossed into the town of Blythe, Simeon scouted an Oakland ROC internment patrol. He explained that with the S1s about to overtake him he made the decision to hide in plain sight and was purposely detained by the patrol. Before he was apprehended, Simeon hid the artifact and transmitted its coordinates to the Salton Sea Facility which was less than 100 miles away at that point.
The calculation that he would likely be unrecognizable to the ROC patrol proved correct. Consequently, Simeon had been hiding right under their noses for the last three months waiting for the correct time to act. Although all of his personal effects were seized when he was first arrested, just like Cadan, he kept a trick up his sleeve - literally. Two days ago he had made his first move by activating a nano-locator beacon sewn inside his shirt cuff.
It was now almost 1 p.m. and Ben was sitting in the basement still trying to wrap his brain around what he had heard when his attention was drawn back once again.
“The primary purpose of our brotherhood has been to protect the artifact from falling into the hands of the C7 and all of its previous incarnations. We could not risk a premature rescue before the event tomorrow; otherwise our entire effort ran the risk of being revealed. They must not learn the location of the Salton Sea facility. That is why I waited until this time to contact you… I assume the old man retrieved the artifact.” Simeon stated, looking at Cadan for confirmation.
“It is safe and secure thanks to you Simeon.” Activating a hologram of the entry gate, Cadan continued, “Well gentlemen, we have just a few hours to prepare for our departure.”
The setting sun towed its fading twilight behind the Pacific horizon. The spotlights on the guard towers and gates were already engaged in their slow ping pong like motion across the perimeter’s interior. Hundreds of barrel fires flickered across the ROC resembling a debris field from a small meteor shower. The meal lines were already filled with thousands of residents for the final meal of the day.
This time of day required extra oversight from ROC personnel and drones at the meal lines. The nearest meal distribution point to Ben’s residence was directly across Market Street in the parking lot of the former Jack London Gateway strip mall. One block directly south, between 7th and 6th Streets, stood a newly constructed two story auxiliary ROC command post with a landing pad next to it that covered the entire block to the east. This post was in the furthest southeast corner of the ROC, directly between the I-880 and I-980 fork.
Earlier that afternoon, the men had successfully placed a data splice on a conduit running from the satellite dish array on the roof of the new primary ROC command center. Ben was able to easily gain access as one of the site workers completing the interior construction. This splice gave Cadan direct control of the camp systems through his
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