TKG08 WE WILL BUILD Rel 01 (40 page)

“The Pods are too fast to really see.
 
We head across Denver then South before we hit Colorado Springs and then up into the atmosphere.
 
I’m going to assume that they have a cover above us in case we bolt straight up.”

“Unlikely they would hit us,” Kevin said.

“True, but that ordinance would eventually come down somewhere.
 
They aren’t going to be stupid enough to shoot over a city and they won’t have the ability to cover all the way southeast almost to Colorado Springs.”
 
He snorted, “Don’t need to go right over the Air Force Academy.”

“Ok, I need to build a tunnel out and camouflage the entry / exit.
 
What next?”

“Then,” Lance continued, “we need to make sure we have room for all of the base personnel and ways to get them under cover.
 
They would be considered non-combatants, but we can’t leave them unprotected.
 
Nathan is bringing us a group of Wechselbalg that are going to become base militia.
 
I understand that we have a group of vampires that just joined our team as well.
 
Make sure we have one of Bethany Anne’s landing rooms connected to this protected area.”

Kevin interrupted, “She isn’t thinking of translocating all of them, is she?”

Lance turned his glance to Kevin, “I know my daughter.
 
She doesn’t have to tell me to put the room there.
 
We either do it early or she will do something more drastic than try to pull them in groups out of there.
 
I’m not saying she will do it or that we will even need any of these preparations at all.”
 

Lance turned his head one way, then another while studying the map. “I’m thinking we need a way for the group to get out, so make sure the area that protects them has a way to the bolt hole.
 
Finally, we need to consider a second base.”

“Where?” Stephanie asked.

“Yeah, where?” Kevin spoke.
 
“I don’t think we are going to find another base here in America if they decide they want the lease revoked.”

“I’m thinking Australia.” Lance answered.

Stephanie looked over to him, “Really?”

Lance nodded, “Yes.
 
I’m thinking there are a lot of land parcels out in the outback we can use.
 
The guys doing the Moon Base One effort down in Paraguay got me thinking.
 
We have a lot of companies in Australia right now.
 
We buy some large patches of land and then move a shit-ton of base components in containers there at night.
 
Cover them with soil and done.”

Kevin didn’t know what to say to that.

“You are thinking a testing area for outer space?”
 
Stephanie asked.
 
Kevin looked at her surprised and then back to Lance with a question on his face.

Lance nodded, “I am.
 
I’m thinking we all need to think, and work, like we are already out there.
 
We need to plan this all as if we don’t have it, and we can’t get it from earth.
 
So, I need you two to work with Jeffrey and Michelle for food and water needs, Team BMW for the electricity etc.”

“What about security?”
 
Kevin asked.

Lance’s face became grim. “I’m torn on that one, Kevin.
 
On the one hand, we hide and hope we aren’t found.
 
On the other, we put up enough that we get warned and we bolt straight up.
 
From ground to space in a go.
 
On the last hand…”
 

Stephanie interrupted, “Wait, isn’t that three hands?”

Lance looked at her while Kevin said, “General’s prerogative, they take as many hands as they need.”

Lance continued, “On the third hand, we can try to build up another fortress that we really can’t defend against should the country come against us.
 
So, I’m thinking hide is better than outright defense.
 
We will need another group to run that base.”

“Should be easier to get people now.” Kevin said.

“Maybe,” Lance agreed, “But not everyone knows the reason we are doing all of this at the moment.
 
We are going to have a lot of people trying to get inside for their own reasons, spy, subterfuge, you name it.”

Kevin grunted, “Michael is not going to like this.”

“Yes, we are going to need another solution, or at least a better solution.
 
At some point, those two are going to get into a tiff and they won’t want to talk for a little while.”

“Two headstrong people?” Stephanie asked.

“No, two people in love always have a tiff.
 
It’s mandatory.”
 
Lance replied.

“Sounds like wisdom speaking.” Stephanie agreed.

Kevin chuckled, “Sounds like recent personal experience.”

Lance agreed, “Yeah. It was ugly.”

“When do we start?”
 
Kevin asked.

Lance looked at his watch, “I want you two to get together over lunch and think about all of the pieces that you need for a base.
 
Put those pieces into container sized parcels and then let’s review.
 
We will pull Jeffrey into that meeting.
 
Don’t forget to get with Tom about communications and computers and stuff.
 
He’s going to need some serious cooling in his area and air purification and creation is a big deal.”

Lance looked up to the two of them and grinned, “So, yesterday?”
 

The Dark Web

At seven minutes to midnight, in every time zone as the night rolled across the world certain hackers found their machines hacked.

If they had virtual machines, they were deleted.

If they had hidden server farms, they were trashed.

If they had emails to communicate back and forth, they were spammed.

The web was rife with noise, some of the chatter was reaching others who traveled the dark web, those who weren't into the despicable deeds of many who surfed the dangerous waters.

The muttering grew in intensity.
 
Certain groups found out about a lone vigilante taking on the terrorists by himself.

A name was whispered ... then spoken about. Finally, it was held up, like a beacon, by those who wanted society to move forward.
 
People who fought for what is right, even from behind a mask of anonymity.

The private messages were found out; the spammed emails were shared. Many who hated their darker cousins on the web were excited about someone new, a new lone ranger.

The message was the same, no matter the medium.

“I am watching you.
 

Where you go, I’ll find you.
 

Where you hide, I’ll seek you out.
 

Where you try to harm, I’ll fix it.

Where you live, I’ll find your address and release it.

MyNam3isADAM and you are my BITCH!”

Outside Denver, Colorado

Jonathan Silvers was drinking a whiskey, neat, in the small library in his ranch home in Colorado.
 
The house had seven rooms, but often seemed empty to him.
 
His wife had passed away and so he had focused his whole life on his son, Pete.

Almost to his death.

Trying to give his son everything, he almost failed to give him the one thing he needed the most in life. A chance to grow out of the stupidity of youth.

As the Pack leader here in Colorado, Jonathan hadn't worried too much about making sure Pete followed the Rules handed down by Michael so long ago.
 
Unfortunately, Pete thought the rules could be ignored with the same immunity he held for most of his misdeeds due to his father’s name and stature.

Until he made an almost fatal display of his Wechselbalg nature to two females in an effort to impress them in a drunken stupor one night. Fast forward a week of hell and worry culminating with Jonathan taking the biggest chance with Pete’s life he had ever done.

He had trusted a Vampire with his only son.

A son that had left a spoiled brat and was coming back as more than a man.
 
More than even the love of a father could possibly imagine. He had come back a leader, a protector, and the most rare of Wechselbalg - a Procilici.

Now, that same son was coming home.
 
Coming here to the house he had left as a spoiled brat, a child in an adult’s body.
 
Someone who had a death sentence hanging over his head and was too clueless about how the world worked to even know it.

A son who had been abandoned on the Tarmac of an airfield and left to suffer for the lack of discipline his father had failed to provide at home. A son who couldn't understand the love it took to watch his only child be slammed to the ground with a punch Jonathan could feel.
 
A son who, for the first time in his life, was feeling the repercussions for his own actions without dad there to ‘make it all better’.

A son who needed the love of an adult that wasn't his only parent and the discipline of a man willing to see something in a boy and do what was necessary each and every day to force the boy to grow a little more, seek a little more, want a little more.

To find love, love in the form of respect.
 
Love enough to stand toe-to-toe with a beast of a Werewolf and take excruciating pain because he refused to fail his queen, his people, and himself.

Jonathan thought about the story he had finally been told of Pete’s first time to transfer, the gift that same Vampire gave him. Gave him due to his own accomplishments and the trust in him that she had, having nothing to do with Jonathan himself.
 
How Pete had stood and taken the Vampire coming over the rail in his grip and slammed him down on the ship’s
deck before killing him and becoming the first Wechselbalg to kill a vampire in combat in hundreds of years.

Again, Pete fought in Turkey with his team, beside Nathan Lowell and Ecaterina, with Bethany Anne and Michael against hundreds of Nosferatu and held.
 
He didn't run, he didn't waver.

Finally, to the night Jonathan came to grips with the fact that even the leader of all the packs in the Americas had to agree that Jonathan’s son was better able to protect him than Gerry himself.
 
Jonathan smiled back on that memory and how he had been proud of the man his son had become.

Now, his son was coming for a visit, in the dark of the night so the chance his craft would be seen was minimal.

It was at this time the doorbell rang and the front door opened and a deeper voice, a man’s voice came from the front, “Dad?” The voice called out.

Jonathan quickly finished his drink and stood up and wiped the tear away.
 
It was time Jonathan went and welcomed his son Peter home for the first time.

Emails to certain people across the world

This is a personal email for your eyes only. While I can’t, and won’t, stop you from sharing, sharing won’t help the Earth’s future.

We are doing this to protect the world from what is coming.

We are doing this to make a future for all.

We are doing this to stand our ground.

We are doing this apart from countries, from nationalities, from races, creed or color.
 
Neither sex, nor preferences nor religion will stop us.

We speak as one voice, with one goal and one focus.

We Will Build to Protect.

We Will Build to Prepare.

We Will Build to Progress.

If you are interested, Share #WEWILLBUILD on a social account.

If you do, then continue to watch this account.

Because if you do?

Then We Will Be in Contact.

Michael’s Notes (We Will Build - The Kurtherian Gambit 08):
 
Written April 21
st
, 2016
 

Thank you, I cannot express my appreciation enough that not only did you pick up the EIGHTH book, but you read it all the way to the end and NOW, your reading this as well.
 

I’m writing this about 6 weeks and 3 days from the last release (Mar 7
th
).

Life is weird.
 
I had expected to test something with my books so that I could try to have a little ‘break’ between book 07 and book 08, which was put out a short story.
 
The goal was to do a little something specific to John Grimes (a fan favorite of both men and women fans) and to see if I could use a short story (and my fans) to market into a new area and pull some sales into the main story.