All Chapters of THE EXTINCTION AGENDA: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20
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CHAPTER TEN
Zurich, Switzerland. 0700 hours 22nd April Thelma, stirred awake in her opulent hotel suite, clad in a peach negligè gown possessing a deep neckline and running all the way down to her toes. She had purchased the gown a year ago in Paris and it reminded her of a past when she lived in the illusion of romance and an elusive pursuit of happiness. All that was lost when she dabbled into the world of subversion and espionage. Obviously, the world was what played out in her head. All the same, she felt comfortable in the outfit. The early morning light gently seeped through the glazed doors. As her eyes fluttered open, she was greeted by the breathtaking sight of a panoramic view that stretched out before her from the expansive glass doors that was situated close to her sleeping position. She had raised up the curtains the night before to appreciate the night skies. Her suite, located in a luxurious hotel perched atop a cliff, afforded her an unrivaled vantage point to witness the gr
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CHAPTER ELEVEN
Zurich, The Cottage 0831 hours 22nd April The room was once again shrouded in darkness, save for the dim light emanating from an old projector positioned at the back. The worn-out film reel began to roll, emitting a soft mechanical hum. The flickering light cast ominous shadows on the walls, creating an atmosphere of mystery and anticipation. As the film projected onto a large screen, the image slowly emerged, revealing another face of a bearded bald man. His unkempt beard reached down to his chest, intertwining with strands of gray and white. Deep-set bloodshot eyes stared hauntingly from beneath heavy, furrowed brows, betraying a cycle of brutality. The man's lips were partially open, revealing a set of teeth that had fallen victim to the ravages of tobacco. Discolored and stained, they spoke of years spent indulging in a high level of intake. The yellowed hue clashed with the shadows dancing across the room, casting an unsettling impression on the viewer. Every crease and wrin
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CHAPTER TWELVE
Washington D.C, Everett State University. 0956 hours. 25th April. As Crowne eased into the sprawling campus of the University , a sense of intellectual energy and youthful enthusiasm pervaded the air. The towering trees, lined along the main road, provided a picturesque backdrop, their lush green leaves dancing gently in the breeze. The catchy vibrant colors of the campus buildings were a rich feature to the sight, each structure which had existed for decades having a seeming story to tell Driving by the entrance, a grand gate welcomed him, adorned with the university's emblem, proudly displaying its prestigious name. The well-manicured lawns stretched out on either side, where students conveyed in groups and engaged in some tète-a-tète on their latest projects or other lively conversations. Their animated gestures and passionate expressions reflected the pursuit of knowledge and the exchange of ideas that permeated this place. The sound of footsteps and bicycle bells accompanied
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CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Zurich, Switzerland.1615 hours.25th April.As Quaresma and his chauffeur embarked on the journey along the winding road, he found himself engrossed in deep thought despite the breathtaking scenery that unfolded before him. The road, perched precariously on the edge of a towering landform that offered such magnificent views. With each turn, his anticipation grew, knowing his meeting with Dr. Strauss and his cohorts spelled danger for him He observed the landform, rising majestically from the earth, which appeared as a colossal wall of rugged cliffs and jagged rocks. Its sheer size commanded attention as if nature itself had sculpted an imposing gateway to the sea. As they advanced along the road, the sheer magnitude of the landform towering above them cast shadows on the path beneath.The expanse of the sea stretched endlessly beyond the precipice, its azure waves crashing against the base of the cliffs in a symphony of untamed power. The juxtaposition of the landform and the vastn
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CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Everett, Washington D.C.2005 hours.25th April. As he approached the small house of the enigmatic Professor Brunswick on a cold April night, a sense of anticipation and curiosity filled the air. The driveway, illuminated by a dim street lamp, stretched out before him like a path into the unknown. The pale glow of the moon cast eerie shadows on the surrounding trees, enhancing the mystique of the moment as he disembarked from his Ford SUV.With each step, his breath materialized in the crisp night air, forming delicate clouds that dissipated as quickly as they appeared. The sound of his cautious footsteps echoed softly against the stillness, blending with the distant hoot of an owl. It was a tranquil night, one that whispered secrets and begged to be explored.The house stood before him, a quaint abode with weathered wooden siding and a welcoming porch adorned with potted plants. A flickering porch light bathed the entrance in a warm, amber glow, beckoning him closer. The scent of d
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CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Everett, Washington.2130 hours.25th April.In a moment of adrenaline-fueled chaos, he found himself charging at the Sheriff with an intensity that seemed to defy all reason. With every ounce of strength coursing through his veins, he propelled his body forward, catching the Sheriff completely off guard. The sheer force of the charge sent him sprawling to the ground, his body tumbling in a disoriented heap.Crowne made his way through the doorway of the tumultuous living room and dashed onto the streets, abandoning his SUV in the process. The once serene neighborhood abruptly jolted from its tranquility. The piercing wails of the Sheriff reverberated through the air as he called for backup through a walkie-talkie, mingling with the sounds of Crowne's pounding footsteps. Panic and confusion permeated the atmosphere as lights flickered to life in various houses, illuminating the scene unfolding outside.The Sheriff, shaken but determined, quickly regained his composure and drew his wea
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CHAPTER SIXTEEN
London, United Kingdom.1200 hours26th April.As the aircraft descended gracefully through the azure sky, gradually nearing the tarmac, a sense of pessimism surged through her mind. The wheels of the plane touched the ground with a gentle thud, marking her arrival in London after her hopeless quest in Switzerland. With a flicker of disdain in her eyes, she observed the diverse landscape unfolding before capturing familiar glimpses of the ever busy Heathrow airport. Once the plane came to a complete stop, the hum of the engines faded away, and the cabin doors swung open, revealing a bustling world outside. She swiftly stepped into the jet bridge, where a cool breeze welcomed her, heralding her return to the land of her birth. The spygame almost making her an alien at home.The clatter of footsteps and the murmur of conversations filled the air, as fellow passengers disembarked alongside her, each with their own unique stories and destinations.Following the crowd, she quickly made
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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Everett, Washington D.C.0800 hours.26th April.His consciousness emerged suddenly from the abyss that once rendered him comatose.The world around him was draped in a soft, pastel glow as the sun heralded the morning sky.The scene around him was an inhibited romp.As he sat here, ensnared within the twisted wreckage of the once sleek Dodge Ram, the reality of his dire situation began to sink in. The disarray around him mirrored the chaos that led him here, a haunting reminder of the ill-fated speed chase that ensued overnight. The adrenaline that coursed through his veins had now given way to searing pain, every inch of his body smarting from the impact of the ghastly motor accident.His mind raced wildly as he struggled to comprehend the gravity of his actions. He could still hear the blaring sirens, the flashing lights, and the relentless pursuit by the police which was now etched like a hieroglyphic in his memory. He could still recollect the screeching tires and the pounding of
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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Everett, Washington D.C.0915 hours.April 26th.The Sheriff directed a fixedtowardowards her, cognizant of the fact that she was likely engaging in some sort of surreptitious behavior. Despite Clara's covert looks and the fluid dexterity with which she operated the device, the Sheriff discerned she was up to something.Soon the device emitted a muffled buzz.The jarring sound agitated his nerves. The Sheriff jolted upright, rumbling towards her with a face contorted into a ghastly expression of disdain. Clara observed him making a beeline for the device, but her meager frame proved insufficient to fend off any possible strike from the Sheriff. He clutched her arm in a tight grasp as she let out a desperate yelp. He peevishly mustered all of his might and sent the device tumbling from her grip.Clara was left reeling from the Sheriff's impetuous behavior. Having just sent an urgent text message, she was taken aback to see Crowne's call coming in. However, due to the mad rage of the s
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CHAPTER NINETEEN
Moscow, Russia1145 hours.26th April.Seated in the opulent sanctuary of his office, Oleg, found himself immersed in profound contemplation. Despite the exquisite collection of antiques that adorned the room, his mind remained consumed with thoughts of the elusive Strauss and his mysterious agenda.The icy gaze of Stalin immortalized through a meticulously sculpted bust, bore down upon him, sending shivers down his spine. Positioned strategically on the wall, directly across from his colossal table adorned with towering stacks of documents, a vintage telephone, and a state-of-the-art personal computer, the presence of the dictator's stern visage was impossible to ignore.Glimmers of sunlight danced their way through the slits of the Venetian blind, cascading into the room like ethereal ribbons. Accompanying this gentle illumination, a tender breeze drifted in through the window, carrying with it the scent of an impending monsoon, its arrival a mere whisper in the wind, weeks away fro
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