by S. E. Meyer
The Devil’s Advocate
Jenny opened her eyes to the orange glow of the ceiling above her. She forgot where she was at first and then recognized it as the Healing Ward. She couldn’t remember anything that happened after Braedon’s speech ended. A nurse noticed Jenny was conscious and came into the room. “How are you doing dear?” she asked.
“I don’t know. What happened? Why am I in the Healing Ward?”
“You were shot by a stray bullet Jenny, but we got you put back together.” The nurse smiled and was reading her computerized chart on the wall.
“I was shot? How did that happen?”
“Just take it easy for right now and get as much rest as possible. Braedon will stop by and he can tell you all about it.”
Just as she said the words, the door to her room opened and in walked Braedon. “Hi Jennifer, how are you feeling?” he asked with a bright smile.
Jenny shrugged. “Okay, I guess, but I don’t remember anything.”
“That’s not unusual for traumatic head injuries, but it looks like you will be fine. You gave us quite a scare there Jen.” Braedon held her gaze and Jenny could sense his genuine concern.
“Where’s John? Why isn’t he here?” she asked.
“Jenny, John went up to the surface to save your families. Listen, a lot has happened while you’ve been recovering. Only five days went by since your injury, but the abductions started, and things are getting crazy on the surface now. John wanted to make sure your sister and parents, and his family were protected with the implant,” explained Braedon.
“When will he be back? Can I contact him somehow?” she asked.
“Actually he was due back yesterday. I’ve tried to contact him, but so far have been unsuccessful. I’m starting to worry a little, but we locked on to his signal so we know where he is and I already sent someone to go check on him alright? Get some rest, I’ll let you know the minute I hear something.”
The nurse brought Jenny some food and after her meal she fell back asleep. It was several hours before Braedon came back in the room. He was holding a briefcase and he set it on the floor as he sat down in the chair next to Jenny’s bed. “How are you doing Jen?” He asked her quietly after she opened her eyes.
Jenny knew right away by the look on Braedon’s face that it was bad news. She felt her stomach go in to knots as her heart began pounding in her chest. “What is it? Tell me Braedon. I don’t care how bad it is just tell me what happened to my John.”
Braedon let out a sigh. He looked into her eyes as he placed his hand on her shoulder. “I’m sorry Jenny, he’s gone.”
“Gone? What do you mean gone? Abducted?”
“No, worse than that. It‘s getting very dangerous up there and even though we had protections in place, somehow he was killed,” Braedon quietly explained.
“How do you know? Oh my God Braedon, are you sure?” But she knew Braedon was telling her the truth. She could somehow feel it deep down in the pit of her stomach, and she could see it in Braedon’s crisp blue eyes.
“Yes, unfortunately I‘m sure. I wish very deeply that it wasn’t true.” Braedon opened the briefcase and pulled out a small see-through plastic bag. He lifted it up to show Jenny the small disc and tiny RF chip still red with John’s blood. “We tested the blood on these Jenny. We have a sample here from when you first came to visit us and it’s a match. We never recovered his body, but with as much blood as we found, there is no way he could have survived. Along with his chip, we found his briefcase, but it was empty. My only guess was robbery since his passport, ID and the cash we gave him was missing too. We found all of this along with his rental car in Chicago. We‘re guessing he was going to go see his brother,” Braedon finished.
Jenny couldn’t believe what she was hearing. It all seemed too surreal and impossible to her. She sat up slowly in the bed and began sobbing. “I don’t believe it. I don’t believe it Braedon.” But Jenny knew in her heart he was right. John was gone.
“I’m so sorry Jenny, but it’s true.” There was a brief flash of blue from his eyes.
“Why? Why John? He should have never left. Trying to be the hero, and look where it got him.” Braedon moved closer and Jenny put her head on his shoulder.
“What am I going to do?” Jenny asked as she sobbed.
“You’re going to need some time to mourn your loss Jen. Your room is set up, and if you’re feeling well enough to get out of here you might be a little more comfortable there. All your needs will be provided for and if there is anything we haven’t thought of. please let me know.”
A quiet, “Thank you,” was all Jenny could manage. She hugged him and stood up.
“I think I’ll go to my room now.”
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Lucas was sitting in his new office at the South Pole Observatory, poring over documents. It had been a month since the last meeting with the world’s leaders, but he was still no closer to translating the message being broadcast from Eridu. He had been preparing all morning for the next meeting, which was to take place within the hour. Lucas looked up from his desk as Hosea entered the room.
“They’re ready for us,” announced Hosea.
“Very well,” Lucas responded. He got up and followed Hosea out of the room and down the hallway. As they walked down the corridor Lucas stared out the line of thick triple pane glass windows on their left. He reflected on the world’s status as he walked. The sun was up over the horizon, but it was not the normal, yellow sun he was familiar with. This was a dimmer disc in the sky. It was winter in the southern hemisphere and normally dark at the South Pole with the Earth’s sun below the horizon. Looking at the alien sun made him uneasy. He had not been able to help himself watch it grow brighter as it came nearer over the last several weeks. It hung in the sky like a blood red moon, close enough now to cast a dim orange glow across the snow and ice. It gave the world outside an eerie presence and feeling of certain inevitability. There was no denying what was coming. As it drew nearer to Earth the rest of the world was beginning to see it too. People continued to panic as word traveled across the globe of the mysterious second sun on the horizon. Chaos and anarchy quickly followed. Millions who had not been chipped yet continued to disappear, leaving the ones behind to fend for themselves. People abandoned their jobs to take care of their families. Nuclear power plants were going into meltdown, cutting off the world’s supply of electricity. No vehicles were on the road since gas and diesel fuel had long been used up after the refineries closed, which meant no food or goods were being delivered. There was no running water or sewer sanitation, causing sickness and disease to run rampant. Earthquakes greater than 9.5 on the Richter scale were becoming an everyday event, and the ensuing tsunamis had devastated many of the world’s coastal cities. Several nuclear plants along the coasts ruptured and were spewing radiation into the air on a much more devastating scale than was seen in Japan only a few years before. The people demanded protection and the world’s government’s response was to start the evacuations underground. The huge undertaking, and mass exodus to underground safety, could only be accomplished through worldwide martial law under the new one world military. The people accepted it with open arms as a means of protection from violent gangs. Local militias sprouted up, taking control of the remaining food and water supplies left in granaries and warehouse distributions centers.
“Do you think anyone had any idea how fast everything could go to hell?” Hosea asked, pulling Lucas from his thoughts.
“No, I don’t think anyone would have guessed. But before all this started, the average household only had three days of food. Hosea, we’ve only been nine meals away from anarchy for decades.”
Lucas and Hosea entered the elevator and headed down to the large meeting room thirty stories below them. As they walked into the massive hall they noticed it was packed to standing room only. One hundred and thirty of the one hundred and ninety-five countries of the world were now represented, along with their support staff and tr
anslators, swelling the attendee list to several hundred. Lucas and Hosea made their way through the sea of people and took their place at the large podium. There was a hush over the crowd that was gathered and Lucas cleared his throat. The U.N. Secretary General of the United Nations and National Security Council spoke first.
“Mr. Goodman, what updates do you have for us sir?”
“First of all Mr. Secretary General, I would like to reveal my findings from tests that were performed shortly after our last meeting. I was able to test a sample of blood from Braedon himself. Now although I cannot prove that he is Annunaki, I can say with confidence that based on his DNA profile, he is most definitely not human.”
Murmurings rumbled through the room over Lucas’s announcement as the Secretary General continued to ask questions. “I see Lucas, and what of the evacuations?”
“The evacuations have begun and we are now moving large groups, with the help of our new friends, to the underground cities. However, even with the help of the military, we are encountering problems and resistance. There are radical religious militias fighting us at every step. Christians in the west believe they are fighting Armageddon, while people of the Muslim faith think they are in the middle of a Holy War against our troops. All of this, along with the rescue operations, and the devastation caused by the earthquakes and tsunamis, we are fooling ourselves if we think we will accomplish all of this on schedule.”
“And the death toll at this time?”
“Including the abducted, we believe it to be over one billion, but it’s almost impossible to get an accurate count. It could be as much as twice that, and with the starving and sick it climbs daily Mr. Secretary General. But that isn’t our biggest problem right now. What concerns me most is their seventh planet, Nibiru. I have some bad news Mr. Secretary General. We have been going over the numbers and have run the scenarios through our computers hundreds of times. Based on our calculations, that planet will come close enough to impact Earth.”
There was an outburst from the room and the Secretary General began to pound his gavel. “Silence! Quiet down now. And where is our friend Braedon in all of this, the man of the hour?”
“His people have been in contact and military orders have been coming directly through his brother Traedon. With the power grids down, the only communication we have is via the new devices they have provided.”
“But no word from Braedon himself?”
“Not yet sir, but he seems to have a way of making a late and dramatic entrance to these meetings as history has shown.” Just as Lucas finished speaking, the large double doors flew open and Braedon strolled into the room with several armed guards. He walked to the center of the hall and slowly turned around making eye contact with as many people as he could. He immediately had the full attention of the crowd, who became silent as they waited for him to speak.
“Ladies and gentleman, friends, and honored guests, greetings. I am glad to see so many of you have arrived. We are in the very throes of the evacuation process, and with the help of my brother, things are under control.”
There was an immediate outburst from The U.S. President. “Under control? What is being done about our wounded, sick and dying. And what of protecting us from the thousands of militia groups that wish to stop us?”
Braedon smiled as he slowly paced the center of the room. He raised his hands in the air and held a sarcastic expression as he mimicked the President. “What is being done about our wounded, sick and dying and what of protecting us from the thousands of militia groups that wish to stop us?” Braedon copied in a high-pitched, whine. “Yes indeed! Save us! What’s to be done? Someone should do something about this!” He continued in a mocking tone. “You are like children, always expecting someone else to fix your problems.” Braedon’s expression turned more serious as he continued. “However, that’s why we are here, because your race has always looked to a higher power for protection. From your small town villager calling the sheriff to your large cities and mayors all the way to your government, and when the government doesn’t know where to turn? Well, you cry out with the same question. Who will protect us?” He paused for a moment. “It is time we put a stop to all of the Militia nonsense once and for all. We tried to help the lost understand our goals. We tried to show them that the evacuations were necessary to save you all, and preserve your species. Their beliefs have blinded them. They have not listened to reason and I am afraid it is time for the iron fist. From this day forward, anyone who has not been chipped and refuses to undergo the implant procedure will be considered the enemy and will be put to death for treason.
“Killed? Does that not seem harsh?” The U.N. Secretary General asked.
“Harsh? I’m sorry, but at this point in time the only accurate way for us to tell who is on our side is through the implants. Harsh is what these militia are doing to your women and children when they attack our evacuation centers. Harsh is taking innocent lives. Harsh is not allowing the continuation of the human race. What I am doing is not harsh, Mr. Secretary General. These people have been given countless chances. What I am doing is necessary. Any and all who stand against us are the enemy, an enemy of the Human race. I told my brother this morning to show no mercy, and he was all too eager to pass along the orders to his generals. The time has come to protect all of us by any means necessary.” Braedon paused and there was an outburst of cheers from the crowd. He raised his hand and the noise subsided.
“They only use brute force and will only understand the same in return. As they are eliminated, many of their members will disband. Any who agree to be chipped will have the opportunity to join the now eight hundred million living well and peacefully in the protection of our underground facilities. That number now climbs by fifty million per day, and after the militias are eliminated it will double that number, putting us on target to have the remaining three billion on this planet safe underground within the next month. It will be just in time before Nibiru arrives to drown the surface of the Earth in it‘s own oceans. Everyone who wishes to be saved, will be saved!”
The crowd roared again in response. Braedon waited until the applause died down, but it was The President who spoke.
“That is all very well Braedon, however as Mr. Lucas just told us, it would seem Nibiru could impact Earth. Is this true, and what will be done about it? Evacuating everyone won’t do any good if there is an impact of that magnitude. There wouldn’t be anything left of Earth.”
There was another outburst from the crowd, this time it was gasps of concern. Braedon raised his hand again and the attendees quieted down. “We are prepared for that. We have a weapon in place that is being prepared as we speak. It will be used to change the planet’s trajectory. It will be a near miss, but I can guarantee you, it will miss us.”
“And how can you be so confident in your prediction sir?” the U.N. Secretary General asked.
“Because it’s not the first time it has happened. I will tell you a very old story. Many Anum, ten‘s of thousands of years ago, back when your people could barely bang two rocks together, Nibiru was on a collision course with Earth. At that time Mars was much closer and much more similar to your planet than it is now. It had an atmosphere and a similar climate, and also had a colony of humans living there. They were what you would call the blond haired, blue-eyed race. We knew of the problem millennium in advance, and we built a large weapon here on Earth that would change Nibiru’s path. However, in order to save your planet Nibiru would collide with Mars, destroying all life there. We had a choice to make, and since the population and climate conditions were more favorable here on Earth, we chose to evacuate the people of Mars, along with many of its other species to Earth, and save your planet. The evacuees settled in the northern parts of your world since it more closely compared to their cooler climate on Mars. The weapon worked as we had hoped, but in the process Mars was lost. It was a very minor collision, more of a grazing. However, between the nudge, and the gravitational tow caused by Nibiru, it
was enough to push that planet much further from your sun than where it sits now. In the process it was decimated, a one hundred percent loss of life.”
“You are saying Mars, that barren iron rock, was once inhabited?”
“Is it so hard to believe? The answer has always been staring you in the face. Mars is red in color correct? And that reddish brown color is due to the rusting of the high iron content of the surface. Anyone who knows even the slightest bit of chemistry can tell you that it takes oxygen and water for iron to rust.” Braedon paused again as he viewed hundreds of shocked faces.
“The billions of tons of debris that flew into the atmosphere upon impact slowly dropped back down to the surface, falling through the oxygen rich, humid atmosphere. The planet froze and the atmosphere was lost into space, but the falling debris left a thick blanket of iron oxide dust.” There was another outburst of murmurings through the crowd, but Braedon continued. “Many of your Governments have been interested in why there are pyramids on Mars like the ones at Giza. You’ve sent probe, after probe, even Mars rovers, in order to confirm what is painfully obvious. You can clearly see these structures on your pictures of that planet. And your genealogists still have not formulated any reasonable explanation as to why a blond haired, blue-eyed race, suddenly appears out of no-where only about fourteen thousand years ago. I find it hard to believe that all of this isn’t common knowledge by now.” Braedon shook his head and sighed. “ It truly was a magnificent and beautiful place. Unfortunately, the pyramids are all that remains of that world. It was a tragedy, but a necessary one in our minds. That Mr. Secretary General is how I can be so confident that we can save your world with our weapon. You see, it’s not the first time we have used it to do so.”
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Within a few hours of the meeting’s end, Braedon was back home and knocked on the door to Jenny’s room. She answered almost immediately and smiled when she saw him. “Hi Braedon, come in. What brings you here?”
