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  The three stepped inside just as a woman went sprawling to the floor, sent there by the vic­ious slap of her husband. Hector Delgado jerked red-rimmed drunken brown eyes from the collapsed form of his wife to the sudden intrusion. His anger was quick to abate to fear when he saw who it was.

  It made Olivia smile.

  Her eyes flicked over the interior, past a roach crawling up a dirty beige wall to the woman on the floor with a hand against her face struggling not to cry. In the archway fearful, tear-filled eyes peeked around the corner. A child no more than seven watched helplessly as her mother was once again victim to her husband's drunken anger. Inn­ocence corrupted with every cruel blow. Olivia was told the little girl was extremely bright, a math whiz. When she grew up she would be useful. Right now the woman and child were not her concern.

  He was.

  "Miss Terenzio, I was gonna call you."

  She ignored him while he spoke, cruel eyes wandering aimlessly over the apartment. Finally her hand extended to the right, and Scar face placed the butt of the gun in her palm.

  The fear became more pronounced at the sight. "Now Miss Terenzio, I swear I was gonna -"

  She silenced him when she backhanded him with the hard metal of the gun. Hector twisted vio­lently to the side, grunting out in a high pitched whine of pain. She followed his stumble, hit him again with a bored expression on her face as he crumpled to the floor.

  He started begging now. Rather, he tried.

  Standing over him, Olivia set the ball of her high-heeled foot against the back of his neck, pus­hing his throbbing face into the dirty carpet. "Shut it, Delgado." The sharp echo of the gun cocking caused Delgado to start a fit of trembling. She thought it was amusing that his wife never made a sound of protest. The woman probably hoped her husband might be taken off her hands.

  "If you're late with my money again…." When she pulled the trigger the bullet ripped into the floor right above his head. Both child and mother jumped but bravely watched on. Hector pissed himself.

  Olivia smiled. "You understand now. Go get it."

  She stepped back, laughter in her eyes at the obvious stain on the front of his pants. He stumbled into the kitchen, knocking things off the counter as he attempted to bend down and reach underneath the sink. He came back with a thick stack of bills, messily rubber banded together.

  She passed the gun back to Scar face. "Every dollar, Delgado."

  Delgado was quiet. Sweating, bleeding from the double strike to his face, his hands visibly shook as he watched Olivia slowly count the hundred dollar bills.

  A cell phone interrupted the tense silence; the man standing next to Scar face, thinner and not as rough looking, pulled the phone from the inside of his suit jacket. He answered without speaking, listened for a moment then held the phone in Olivia's direction. "Ma'am, General Terenzio on the line."

  She made him wait, finished counting then traded money for phone. "On time next week, Delgado." Turning away from the scene, Olivia put the phone against her ear. "What's the crisis now, cousin?"

  Chapter 5

  “What good fortune for governments that the people do not think.”

  -Adolf Hitler

  June 7th, 2012

  The Vasco Resort Hotel

  Alcyone Island 12:22 AM

  Xavier was an Indigo child. Part of a generation of highly sensitive, physic children who began entering the world in the 1970s with a shared, voluntary purpose: tearing down every old system and paradigm that no longer served humanity. Their warrior spirits and inability to conform made them quite the headache for their parents growing up. Frowned at for having a rebellious, “arrogant” nature, they were also frequently mislabeled with ADD and ADHD. Regardless, they kicked past the barriers put in front of them, and as adults they were infiltrating the system to rip it apart from the inside out, or working on the outside, brandishing machetes and cutting away the mess.

  Xavier had been aware of his soul's voluntary mission on Earth since his birth to the son of Kyle and Liliana Terenzio-Zhane, Christopher. While his father had never really understood him, Christopher had seen the potential in his son and focused on that, not his often times erratic, baffling nature. Xavier was thankful the upbringing he’d received had been exactly what he needed to prepare him for his role as an adult. That, too, was no coincidence; much like the face on 15” flat screen TV hanging from the roof in the back of the car. Picking up the remote, Xavier turned up the volume, brief amusement settling across his face as he listened.

  Jim was at it again. A rogue investigative journalist who had gotten his own hour of nightly talk time on one of the Satellite Cable Stations (SCS for short) was exposing secrets that had cleverly been kept away from the general populace for centuries. Five years ago, Jim had been containable; a nuisance, but not a threat. The release of the inte­rnet proved that stand wasn't well thought out by the Brotherhood. That outlet and the continued technological advancements literally connecting the world made it impossible to limit his exposure. Thr­ee times a week, Jim’s face appeared for millions of viewers to see and his radio show aired nightly.

  Day after day, he ratted out the government and police forces around the country when they tried to strip away pieces of the Constitution. Every time Operation Urban Warrior was released for testing purposes on real American towns, Jim reported on it. When RFID was being passed off as the "safe" technology of the future, it gave him something else to passionately rant about, exposing it for the tyrannical tracking device it really was.

  RBK, a subsidiary construction company (whose shareholders included the Vice President of the United States), was given a two hundred and fifty million dollar contract to build illegal immigrant detainee stations. A small article was posted in random publications across the country. Two days later, at least fifty popular websites aired the true version of the story, telling everyone that they were concentration camps for terrorists; a.k.a anyone who did not adopt the coming formation of the North American Union, the last step in turning America into a true police state.

  It wasn’t just the easy outlet for conspiracy theorists causing problems. Xavier couldn’t help but briefly smile at the slew of “blunders” that had plagued the Powers That Be the last few years. N.E.S.A.R.A. had been miraculously passed in 2005. Smartly, the Supreme Court put a gag order on it and it was lost for a while. Then word leaked out. It was a huge mess. More than usual were removed from the Brotherhood after that and their deaths were never kind.

  The fuck ups continued when a sarcophagus that was found underneath an apartment complex in Iraq in 1980 and very skillfully hidden from public view for over twenty years, suddenly came to the nation’s complete attention in 2007. It had caused a quiet fury among the Bloodlines, especially when it was proven to be the final resting place of Jesus' family, which included his wife and son.

  That revelation still made Xavier chuckle in private delight. But, it was the future he was the most concerned with, and that was why he was in such a hurry to get back to the Capital. The limousine pulled to a stop in front of the Hotel. Flanked by two stoned faced, black suited men, Xavier moved quickly through the lobby, into the glass elevators, and up to his penthouse suite. Inside, another Agent was scanning the room for hidden listening devices; besides the typical ones that SVT Securities installed in all Terenzio owned holdings. At a small table away from the windows Xavier’s fiancé’, Kelly Palagio, a striking woman with soulful brown eyes sat in front of a laptop computer. An Indigo child herself and an energy worker, she looked up as Xavier walked in, a loving smile spreading over her full lips.

  Her energy was almost palpable and could pull him from the foulest moods almost instantaneously. He walked over to her, bending to kiss her as his bodyguards began to get their luggage together.

  Kelly touched his jaw as she returned his kiss, and then stood up to let him sit. “Alexandro is waiting on the line.”

  “Thanks.” Xavier took the chair, looking at the LCD screen, the face of his
mentor in a small box on the other side. “I didn’t expect to hear from you so soon.”

  “Xavier.” Alexandro DeMarco III was the Director of Homeland Security, and a double agent. The DeMarco family had a long history in politics, dating back to 1928 when his great grandfather, Alexandro DeMarco I, beat Huey P. Long for Governorship of Louisiana. It was quite the accomplishment considering that at the time Alexandro’s brother, Antonio, was the Don of the DeMarco crime family. Alexandro and his wife, Mona, were both intimate friends of Stefano Terenzio and his wife, and the DeMarco’s had secretly kept their friendship with the Terenzio family alive over the last century. Alexandro smiled warmly at Xavier. “When are you going to marry that beautiful woman?”

  At the question, Xavier glanced over his shoulder, watching as she coordinated their departure with his men. A private smile slid over his mouth as he looked back the computer screen. “If all goes according to plan, January 1st, 2014.”

  “A good date.” Alexandro chuckled briefly then grew serious. “They are getting very anxious, as they should. I’ve received word that the Bloodlines are speeding up the formation of the NAU.”

  Xavier nodded. He expected as much. Because the last ten years had been one critical leak after the next, They knew they had to ensure that no one thought long enough to work up the intent to do anything about something like the formation of the NAU. The North American Union would erase the borders that separated Canada, Mexico and the United States and form one nation that would have its own judicial and executive branches, which would supersede those of the individual countries. Neither Congress, nor the people had been given a say in its formation. All meetings had been held in secret with the heads of each country, along with the CEO’s of the worlds leading conglomerates and select members of the Council on Foreign Relations. The NAU was a key step in the formation of a World Government which would make Nazi Germany resemble a democracy. “Any plans to slow them down?” Xavier asked.

  “I’m working with Antonio on that,” Alexandro said, referring to his brother. “Since the Bloodlines are so proficient at keeping the populace unaware of their sinister intentions, even with the Veil lifting it is difficult to convince the masses to take appropriate action without giving ourselves away.”

  Alexandro was right. Most Americans had never heard of the NAU and even if told its purpose, not many believed it. That, along with the dangers of the Patriot Act V, and every right “freemen” had given away to be "safe" were continually kept hidden. The Brotherhood was putting tremendous effort, especially now, in keeping the average citizen from ever believing that the agencies created to protect them were just the opposite. It was imperative for the New World Order that people continued to willingly give their power away by remaining and participating in the thought-controlled systems surrounding them. “Another well placed leak, perhaps? The little bombs we drop bring more people into awareness and once that begins, awakening has no choice but to follow,” Xavier offered.

  “Perhaps. The public hearings into 9/11 have been derailed again. They are celebrating that small victory,” Alexandro said.

  Xavier frowned. Ten years later, that event was still a thorn in the Bloodlines’ side. Enough of the populace was not willing to let it go, and every year more evidence was exposed to bring it back into the limelight. September 11th had almost turned into the worst fiasco of them all for the Brotherhood. The plan had been so beautifully put together and if the third plane had hit the White House, the general populace wouldn’t be a problem. Martial law would have been declared and they’d be in those concentration camps as intended. But no, it hadn’t gone as planned. The cover up story was badly thought out, (an understatement) and anyone with a high school education knew the government's explanation was a lie. Xavier still found it frustrating that that event alone hadn’t shocked a nation awake. Amazingly, the Brotherhood had gotten away with it. “Not quite enough have awakened then,” Xavier sighed.

  “Fear is still a powerful tool, mi amico. Security sells, and religion is the icing on the cake. Don’t worry too much, the world will see it for the illusion it all is soon enough. We’ll see to that,” Alexandro assured him.

  Xavier rubbed the back of his neck. The educated, the non educated. The Democrat, the Republican, the Independent. The Advocate. The Conformist and the Activist. The Patriots who proudly condemned those who complained but never voted or served their country.

  The Bloodline called them suckers.

  Parties were a smokescreen. Elections were not decided by the population, and the Electoral College had the same boss as everyone else. The presidential election of 2000 couldn’t have made that more glaringly apparent, but the irony was that the majority of humans wanted to be manipulated. Centuries of conditioning, lies, and secrecy ensured that human beings didn’t believe in anything past the mundane. It was inconceivable that a government might be as evil as the conspiracy theorists claimed, and anything to prove that the ordinary reality still existed was latched onto like a crack pipe. No matter that the evidence proved otherwise.

  “What do you have on my to-do list, sir?” Xavier finally asked.

  Alexandro smiled. “First, I have some good news to share. When you return I will be away for several days. All twelve Ascended Masters have taken on physical form and I am to meet with two of them. The Veil has lifted enough that they can exist in the lower density without the forgetfulness. It only further proves it’s time.”

  Xavier had to grin at that news. ”Really? That’s wonderful. That will help tremendously.” In the beginning, what was called The Veil had been necessary. Keeping humans in a competitive, hierarchal system based on a string of half truths had been part of the grand plan all the way back to Sumer and before. Xavier knew that very soon, everyone would be clued in on the little secret the Powers That Be tried to keep hidden; it was time to release humanity. However, the problem of fear existed on both ends; They feared the loss of control. The “illuminated” ones were ironically just as ignorant as the population they enslaved, but for different reasons. Even the Brotherhood had not­hing to worry about; there was no heaven and hell. No checklist you had to complete to get into Heaven. No eternal suffering after death for the “bad” people. No one was left behind. “That’s a dangerous meeting to take now, though. Be careful.”

  “Si, don’t worry. I’ve lined my ducks up enough that my absence won’t cause suspicion, and the Sirians have assured me they will keep the Brot­herhood’s Seers blind to my actions.” Regardless of the ironhanded clutch the New World Order had on humanity, the Universe would not be denied. Pla­nets and races throughout the cosmos had formed a coalition and been visiting Earth since the beginning to help.

  “All right. We’re leaving here within the hour. I expect to hear from the triplets after they’ve gone through their Awakening, and I’ll share what news I’ve got.” Xavier felt the subtle weight of the CD in his pocket.

  “Excellent. And the scientists?”

  “Marcello believes they are still on the correct path. I’ll follow up with Roberto when I get home; I know he’s being kept in the loop.”

  “Good. Stay safe and watch your back Xavier. A demon screams the loudest as it’s about to die,” Alexandro warned.

  “I will.” Xavier cracked a grin. “Nothing we Terenzios can’t handle. Especially my side of the family.”

  Alexandro chuckled. “Indeed. Espavo, Xavier, I will see you in a few days.”

  “Namaste, Alexandro.” Xavier set his hand on the keyboard, a single key stroke terminating the secure connection. They were in for a wild ride, and his excitement over it all was nearly uncontainable. After all, The Awakening had really begun picking up speed in 1987. It started out small, and the Brotherhood hadn’t worried about it too much. It was a phase that would come and go.

  Wrong.

  With the help of technology the information spread faster and the numbers grew from a few sca­t­tered hundreds to concentrated thousands. Bit by bit small clusters of
the populace around the world stopped believing in the thought-controlling sys­tems and the power-stealing organized religions. From all walks of life, humans were healing themselves, which released such a powerful vibration it would lift those around them. And, the slow bridging of Science and mysticism was proving the impossible for those who cared to learn about it.

  For the Brotherhood, the Awakening was becoming a big problem. Conditions used to be set so that the process would take lifetime upon lifetimes. Now, the human body was reaching full kundalini activation in as little as six months, and that made it impossible to fuck with. Lightworkers were taking their power back, using their energy for the greatest good of all souls. The mind couldn't be manipulated or fooled into believing the lies anymore. They no longer feared death because they understood the truth of the body. They knew as the Elites had for centuries (hence why They were in control) that all were Gods. Sparks of divinity from the Source. Powerful co-creators of the reality of the third dimension.

  Who believed that? Really? It was more than laughable, even if it could be proven. The answer was the Brotherhood’s problem; too many. And with Terenzios’ help, everything the Shadow Government wanted to do, would not go off as planned, and that meant the Ascension would occur, as pre-destined.

  It was a hell of a lot better than a New World Order.

  Chapter 6

  “The seeker should not stop until he finds. When he does find, he will be disturbed. After having been disturbed, he will be astonished. Then he will reign over everything.”

  -Gospel of Thomas

  June 7th, 2012

  Dion Corporation Private Retreat

  Madeira Islands 4:44 AM

  Why didn't we get invited to this place sooner?" Lucien asked as the limousine pulled to a stop.

  "Good question," Vasco agreed, peering out the window. Even at the early hour with morning barely pushing into the darkness the scenery was breathtakingly beautiful. Situated in the North Atlantic Ocean, the Madeira Islands were famous for their wine. Known as the floating garden, Madeira was more than aesthetically pleasing with gentle rolling hills, and bustling valleys. Exotic greenery scattered across the cliffs settled along the coastline, gentle white-capped waves rolled against the rocks and disappeared back into the calm limpid blue ocean. The Villa they pulled up to sat secluded at the top of a hill, partially hidden by the clusters of dragon trees.