Death Has No Dominion

Death Has No Dominion

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Genre: Thrillers

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Thrillers

Summary

Hand to sword he serves his king. Brothers in blood and conquest they bend and shape the world to their collective will. From the ashes of a brutal civil war they built an empire, and their hand-picked tyrants, rule without mercy or pity. A kingdom with no borders, it exists within every continent, country, and city across the globe. Hand to sword he stands with his king. Once defenders and protectors, their disillusionment became disdain then hate. They embraced the predator and declared humanity a means to end, chattel to do with as they wish. At war with their ancient enemy they are unaware of the threat that lurks in the shadows. Loyal to the light, their brethren rose from the ashes and swore to defend humanity from the Thirty Tyrants and their world order. A rebellion, pitting evil against evil has raged for over two hundred years. On one fateful night three people are drawn into this world, one from the top, the other from the bottom, and the third as a means to an end. A soldier, a thief, and a librarian set on their paths to a collision with the Thirty Tyrants, their Hand, and his King.

Summary

Hand to sword he serves his king. Brothers in blood and conquest they bend and shape the world to their collective will. From the ashes of a brutal civil war they built an empire, and their hand-picked tyrants, rule without mercy or pity. A kingdom with no borders, it exists within every continent, country, and city across the globe.
Hand to sword he stands with his king. Once defenders and protectors, their disillusionment became disdain then hate. They embraced the predator and declared humanity a means to end, chattel to do with as they wish.
At war with their ancient enemy they are unaware of the threat that lurks in the shadows. Loyal to the light, their brethren rose from the ashes and swore to defend humanity from the Thirty Tyrants and their world order. A rebellion, pitting evil against evil has raged for over two hundred years.
On one fateful night three people are drawn into this world, one from the top, the other from the bottom, and the third as a means to an end. A soldier, a thief, and a librarian set on their paths to a collision with the Thirty Tyrants, their Hand, and his King.

Chapter12 (v.1) - Chapter Twelve

Author Chapter Note

“Great men are almost always bad men.” Lord Acton “No man chooses evil because it is evil: he only mistakes it for happiness, the good he seeks.” Mary Wollstonecraft

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Submitted: January 23, 2017

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“Mr. Rourke?”

“Yes?” he replied.

“We land in ten minutes sir.”

“Thank you.”

Closing his eyes again, he focused on the flame, and poured as much heat into it as he could. After another minute, he took a deep breath and methodically put on his socks, shoes, and white shirt. When the plane landed, he emerged from his private cabin, and nodded to Juliette. Like him, she had forgone her usual suit, for lighter pants and a simple, yet fashionable turquoise blouse. Her brown hair was wound into a bun, accentuating her high cheek bones and hawkish nose.

“Joshua arrived fifteen minutes ago,” she said. 

She gave the two guardsman a curt nod, and they stood, taking positions by the door. Juliette ran the Black Guard division of Black Roc. All vampires, they were the elite of the company, in effect, the secret service of the Thirty Tyrants.

Exiting the plane, they were greeted by Joshua and Luther Osias, the Tyrant in charge of this area of the world.

“David,” Luther said shaking his hand. “Welcome to Africa.”

Luther had adopted the dialect of the people he lived among. It was a conscious choice, just as he’d chosen to adopt a specific British dialect. It was about the man they’d chosen to convey. Luther’s high forehead, and close cut mustache and beard, made his face appear longer, and his large eyes were so brown they looked black. Standing next to him, Joshua stood out even more with his fair hair and skin.

“Thank you Luther,” David said, shaking his hand. “Joshua.”

Luther fell in step beside him, and Juliette walked with Joshua, the two guardsmen to either side. David was better equipped to take care of any situation that could arise, as was Juliette, but their presence again, conveyed a specific image. 

“I assumed Solomon would be here,” Joshua said to Juliette. “Wall is his recruit.”

“He was forced to attend to an issue in Minnesota,” Juliette replied. “The Order swept through the city. Honestly, I didn’t think they still had those kind of numbers.”

“Poverty and disparity are high in countries the world over,” David said. “Perfect conditions to recruit the angry, disillusioned, and destitute. Religious zealotry is a comfort that gives them a funnel for that rage, and the justification to act on it.”

“The villa is only a short drive from this airstrip,” Luther said, getting in the SUV.

“This is definitely an advantage for Brother John,” Joshua said, looking at the newly paved runway. “Our shipments will come directly to him.”

He controls this region,” Luther said. “With the weaponry, the country will be his by the end of next month. The others will fall to him within two years if he stays on course.”

“And the pipeline?” Juliette asked.

Luther’s face split into a wide grin. “Sooner than we anticipated.”

A smile tugged at the corners of David’s mouth, and he nodded slightly, pleased.

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Children ran alongside the two SUVs as they drove through the outskirts of the makeshift village which had sprung up around Brother John Friendly’s UCAC training camp and headquarters. David didn’t look out the window, he kept his eyes focused forward, preparing himself for their meeting with Friendly. He’d spent the majority of the night isolated, going through every martial arts form he’d ever learned, keeping the rage, ignited by the scorching heat, under control. The others understood and left him alone.

The village and children fell away. A quarter of a mile later they drove up to a gate, with fencing stretching away to either side. The trees were cut back, so everything around the fence was clearly visible. The UCAC soldiers were dressed in camouflage pants and green shirts, with their green berets worn slight to the side. They had submachine guns slung over their shoulders, manufactured by a company owned by the Thirty. They were thugs and mercenaries turned into an army by Friendly, and they were merciless.

The two vehicles were waved through the gate. They drove past barracks and buildings, and a large country house, before pulling up to a pavilion set up a short distance from the house. There were handsomely set tables, and a delicious looking buffet; as well as comfortable chairs, with a light mist spraying the air, keeping the area cool. At the far end of the property were makeshift targets. While close to the pavilion was a large sturdy looking table under a canopy. Down the yard was a smaller pavilion with a group of soldiers having lunch.

“My friends!” Friendly bellowed. His round face split in a huge grin as they walked up to the pavilion. Brother John was a portly man, with a slightly receding hairline, and wearing a simple blue shirt and grey pants, he looked like a kindly uncle. To many he was a warlord who killed thousands, while to others he was a beloved savior, who gave them food, medicine and promises. He was an ordained minister through an online church, giving himself the title of Brother, and when he laughed and smiled, it was easy for people to believe he did it all, the altruistic and horrific, with love in his heart.  

Shaking Juliette’s and Joshua’s hand, he turned to David and shook his while grasping his upper arm. This was a sign of respect, he set David apart. Looking at the vehicles, he said, “Where is Osias?”

“Luther is on his way from the airstrip,” David replied.

“I understand congratulations are in order,” Joshua said. “The southern cities are yours.”

“They were led astray by others, but we have brought them back into the fold,” Friendly replied jovially. “Have you visited your installations yet?’

“Tomorrow,” Joshua said. “We wanted to bring you our gifts first.”

Friendly nodded and glanced at David. Smiling brightly he said, “The Foundation has been very generous. The medical attention many have received goes above and beyond what I expected. Those that have been displaced are very grateful.”

“It’s our pleasure to help in any way we can,” Joshua said.

“I understand a third of the people at the basin camp were found to have a terrible illness and brought to your facility for treatment,” Brother John said, still smiling, and still looking at David. “I was wondering if there was any word on this illness and their condition. I need to make sure there is no danger to my people, and that the infected are getting the best possible care.”

“They are highly contagious I’m afraid,” Joshua replied. “Our people are doing what they can to find the source of the illness, so they can combat it. Bacterial from the reports I’ve read. At this time the doctors are trying to keep the infected alive.”

“As long as your doctors have halted this before it spreads,” Friendly said. “Have me kept informed of their conditions.”

“Of course,” Joshua replied.

Brother John wanted to know more specifics about what they were working on. While he accepted their contributions to his cause in exchange for the land and the research subjects, he wanted to make sure there was no threat to him or his Coalition. That’s why David was there. He respected him more than anyone else, and trusted that he would deal with him honorably, one tyrant to another. 

“Have you experienced as much resistance as you expected?” David asked.

“It saddens my heart to say I have. People are distrustful, and who can blame them? Every time things stabilize another conflict breaks out. Mothers and fathers are tired of watching their children die. Disease, famine, war, the after effects of colonialism. Look around, this is a beautiful continent, the birthplace of humanity, the cradle of civilization. You have your south side in Chicago. Drugs, gangs, poverty, and death. People shake their heads, say how sad, and then go back to their lives, ignoring the truth of what their government, what their society has created. Africa is the world’s south side, a tragedy of colonialism that keeps perpetuating more tragedy and people purse their lips, shake their heads, and go on with their day. I cannot turn my back and go on with my day. I will bring stability to my people, all of them.”

“Stability leads to prosperity,” David said. 

“Osias insists you will be able to provide a weapon, although he doesn’t use the word weapon, which will bring me that stability much faster. But you need to take your experiments away from the facilities and into the countryside to perfect this weapon.”

“Eventually,” David replied.

“You want to use this weapon on my people.”

“On your enemies,” Joshua said.

“I have no enemies,” Friendly said looking at David. “Only fellow Africans who know not what they do. United is the first word of the coalition. That was not by chance. I want all the people of Central Africa to unite together, to be strong together. No more ethnic or religious divide, no more colonial divisions. One people, the United Central African Coalition.”

“A house divided against itself cannot stand,” David said.

“Exactly,” Brother John said, looking at him closely. “You understand this well.”

“Yes, and I understand to achieve the unity you seek, those who persist in their resistance of your leadership and that unity, must be dealt with by the most effective means possible.”

Friendly nodded and looked at the soldiers. “So you want to test this weapon on Africans?”

We have facilities in different areas of the world,” Joshua said. “We are equal opportunity researchers.”

Friendly smiled. “Equal opportunity killers is what you mean Mr. Ayers.”

“Testing it around the world allows us to see how different people, with different environmental and social factors, react, how their bodies cope,” David said. “Yes we are equal opportunity killers. Long term goals, require short term sacrifices. Peace and prosperity are often preceded by great strife and death. We do what we must for the sake of something greater.”

“Always darkest before the dawn,” Friendly said, nodding. “And you will be that darkness?”

“And you,” David said, glancing at the trucks arriving with Luther, “will be the dawn.”

Friendly started laughing. “I like that David. Me, the dawn. The sun rising in Africa!”

David smiled in return, and they turned to watch Juliette and the guardsmen demonstrate the weaponry.

Luther walked up smiling, as Friendly’s soldiers joined Juliette. “Our newest rocket launcher,” Luther said. “I’ll let the results speak for themselves.”

Juliette swung it onto her shoulder, took aim and fired. One of the targets exploded leaving very little evidence it had been there. The soldiers laughed and cheered, while Brother John smiled broadly in approval. Juliette handed one of the soldiers the rocket launcher, and he blew up another of the targets. Brother John laughed and shook Luther’s hand.

“Another gift,” Joshua said. “Compliments of Mr. Valmont and Mr. Rourke.”

Juliette outfitted one of the guardsmen with a very thin looking smoky grey vest. Pulling a gun, she shot him point blank in the chest six times. He stood unflinching. When she was done, he pulled the vest off and Juliette brought it to the pavilion. “We are developing body armor that is light, airy, and impenetrable. It will make what’s presently available obsolete,” she said. “This is the prototype.”

Luther nodded to one his people, and a group of men were dragged from one the trucks, and outfitted with vests. When Brother John looked at him curiously, he said, “Volunteers.”

Brother John laughed, and watched his men test their own guns on the volunteers.

“The weapon we are testing, will make the need for guns secondary,” Joshua said. “You will be able to take countries without a single shot being fired.”

“The army may take exception with that,” Brother John replied. 

David and Brother John sat down, their backs to the weapons testing, and were instantly being attended to by staff.

“My grandfather always said you follow the money,” Brother John said. “Money takes you to the head honcho. He liked the phrase head honcho, it’s what his father used to say. When you come I see something in Luther’s eyes I never see, fear. I know fear, I’ve tasted it my whole life. When I was a child I felt it, as I grew I saw it, now I inspire it. You have the most money, and you inspire fear in the most terrifying man I know. Next to me. Our continued friendship will change the face of my beloved Africa. You take the rest.” 

He laughed and David smiled. Gunfire erupted behind them, and neither man flinched at the screams that followed, or the laughter from Friendly’s men. Some of their shots had missed the body armor.

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Dr. Wall was standing in front of the door when they pulled up. Wearing a white shirt and khaki pants, he looked freshly pressed, with an ingratiating smile plastered on his face. “Mr. Rourke,” he said pleasantly. “Mr. Ayers, Ms. Radan, welcome to RF12.”

Dr. Wall led them through the labs and the holding area, ending his tour with a view of the central yard. The building was surrounded by fencing and high walls. The only way to see inside would be from the air or satellites, and they controlled both. As they stood in an observation room high above, a group of berserkers were let out into the yard.

“It’s interesting how the mutation turns them into albinos,” Joshua said. “Caucasians get paler but they don’t become albinos.”

“Has this group been altered yet?” Juliette asked.

“Minimally so far Ms. Radan,” Wall replied. “Their genetic sequencing is incredibly complex, and we‘ve found strange and dangerous aberrations manifest that can‘t be anticipated.”

Watching the berserkers move in unison from one corner of the yard to another, David said, “I’ve always found the flocking fascinating.”

“It’s like a hive mind,” Dr. Wall said.

David glanced at him and said, “You need watch more closely doctor. One always moves first and the rest follow. There is always a leader.”

“I meant like a queen bee Mr. Rourke,” Wall replied.

“Not that kind of leader,” David said, studying the berserkers closely. “There is always one that is a split second faster, stronger and more aggressive. He keeps the rest in line. If you find the leader you can control the flock.” He watched them silently, observing each one. When Wall opened his mouth to say something, he held up a hand. Slowly David’s eyes lit up and after a moment he smiled. “Take me in.”

“Sir, while this group has never attacked vampires, they are still volatile.” David looked at him and he stopped cold. “Of course Mr. Rourke,” he said quickly. “Please follow me.” 

He followed Wall down a staircase to a steel door. Wall entered a code on the security panel, and stepped through. Instantly the berserkers ran at them, and he backed up. Without looking at him David said, “Never show them you’re afraid, it makes you look like prey. You’re a vampire Dr. Wall, you should know better.”

“I apologize sir, but after witnessing what the previous group did to Dr. Cass I will admit to being a bit skittish.”

David stood tall and faced the berserkers proudly. They spread out in a semi-circle, their red and black eyes focused on him, ignoring Wall entirely. Looking them over again, David found the one he wanted and barked a command in a harsh guttural language, no human being had ever spoken. The berserkers got very still, then one stepped forward and replied. David barked out another phrase and the berserker bowed, and led the flock to the other side of the yard.

“I heard you knew their language,” Wall said amazed. “How did you learn it?”

“Time doctor,” he replied. “I took the time to learn. It wasn’t easy, but well worth the effort. Those of us who can speak to them can control them. They recognize us as their superiors, as a higher form of themselves, and they respond.”

“Fascinating,” Wall said. 

“The language is genetically encoded within them, that is the truly fascinating part,” he said. “To come through the transformation with genetic memory is a gift. Find that key for us, and you will be rewarded handsomely. Now bring out dinner.”

Wall made a gesture and four men were brought through another door. All four were being pushed with cattle prods, and when they saw the berserkers, frantically tried to back up. The berserkers ran at them and David yelled a command. Instantly they stopped and cocked their heads to the side, waiting. The men were glancing between him and the berserkers fearfully. When he barked out another command, they rushed the men, but only grabbed two. The men screamed and struggled as they were dragged away, but while the berserkers had them they didn’t feed. They were silently, waiting for the command. David said one word so quietly, Wall barely heard him. In unison the berserkers tore into the men, draining them of all they could. When they were done, they fixed their gaze on the two remaining men, and fanned out in a semi-circle around them. The men were staring at David, begging to be spared. He didn’t say anything this time, just nodded and the berserkers rushed them.

“Take the time to learn the language doctor,” David said turning his back on the carnage. “With the experiments you’re conducting, it may be the difference between life and death. Just ask Dr. Cass.”

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“David,” Luther said brightly. “So what did you think of the facilities?”

The heat was racing through him, and it was taking an immense amount of self-control to keep himself calm. He needed to return home, unfortunately he had two more visits to make before he could. “Well run for the most part Luther,” he replied. “Joshua and Juliette will fill you in.”

As he started to walk away Luther said, “I arraigned a banquet in honor of your visit.”

“Thank you,” he said thinly, “but that wasn’t necessary.”

Luther smiled and walking over to a set of doors, threw them open. There was a beautiful courtyard on the other side with meticulously planned flowers and shrubbery. Standing in small groups, feasting on food and drink, were an assortment of people, men and women, all human and all drunk. The scent of their blood hit him and his eyes shone for a moment. Smiling he said, “Luther, you shouldn’t have.”

Joshua and Juliette were smiling as well, and Luther said, “I pride myself on taking care of my guests and all their needs.”

David’s phone vibrated, and opening the text he felt the heat intensify. “She is unbelievable,” he said under his breath.

“What?” Juliette asked.

Pocketing his phone he said, “Nothing important. Let’s join the feast, shall we?”

The four of them strolled into the courtyard, with Luther shutting the doors behind them.


 


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