Day 50 (The DMT Series Book 2) by Erik Hamre Read Free Book Online

a prophet. I’m a mortal human being. A fragile human piece of garbage.”
    “Your father wrote about this exact moment in the Holy Book.”
    A sting of fear shot through Cody’s body. The Holy book. The book that his dad had been authoring, attempting to turn Cody into some kind of prophet for the new awakening, the new awakening of spiritualism. Cody had only heard parts of it, and what he had heard had been outright ridiculous. Cody’s dad claimed to have based the text in it on what Cody had been saying in his sleep. It was a bizarre collection of predictions and statements that were all so poetically and vaguely phrased that one could put a million different meanings on each sentence. It was worthless gibberish.
    “Your father wrote that the day would come when the Son would fall from the sky, and awaken to his calling. This is exactly what has happened, Master Cody. Don’t you see it? All the predictions are coming true. We are all your loyal servants.”
    Cody just lay there. How pathetic. They all considered him a God, but he couldn’t even go to the bathroom by himself. “And Cameron, did she get away?”
    Alejandro nodded, although there was no one to see it. Cody was blind. “The girl and the man got away. The woman didn’t make it though. We located her grave next to the river, a few miles downstream. They had buried her before leaving the area.”
    Cody smiled. At least Cameron was safe, the only person who could ever understand what he was going through.
    “It was the girl that led the Americans here. It is rumoured she had cut a deal with the CIA; your life for hers. Well, it didn’t work out for her. You survived.”
    “My life for hers?” Cody repeated. He had been a fool. He had let her in, believing she was there to warn him and his dad. She was the snake in the prophecy, the prophecy her father had authored.
    “Don’t you see, Master Cody? It is all coming true. Every prophecy ever written.”
    And Cody could see it now. He could see it very clearly.
    He was the chosen one, the one selected to carry out the prophecies.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

PART 2
     
     
     
     

11
    One year later.
     
    Mexico,
    June 2015
     
     
    The head of MKULTRA, James Carter, threw the report onto the solid oak table, and leant back in the black leather chair. “This is alarming news. It is growing a lot faster than we expected,” he said as he removed his oversized square glasses, before gently placing them on the edge of the table.
    “Yes, Director. The growth seems to have gained momentum. There is no doubt about that.”
    “Have we updated the growth projections based on the new data?”
    “Yes, and it’s not pleasant reading. If the growth rate continues, Codyism could be among the top four religions within a decade. Within two decades it may quite possibly surpass Christianity and Islam.”
    James Carter shook his head. He should have retired years ago, he should be sitting on the deck of a cruise ship somewhere in the Mediterranean with his wife by now. Instead he found himself still leading MKULTRA. He had planned to hand the reins over to his best agent, Moses, a few years back. Unfortunately Moses had been murdered by Cody Drecker, the same Cody Drecker who now threatened to destroy everything James Carter had worked so hard to build over the last five decades.
    “We can’t allow that to ever happen,” he replied.
    The other person nodded. He was used to nodding. Agent Fowler had been promoted to head the manhunt they had going to capture and kill Cody Drecker. After the incident in Brisbane, where he had led the team that blew up half a floor of the Royal Albert Hospital, Agent Fowler had expected to be sacked. Instead he had been pushed up the chain in MKULTRA. The two other agents involved had left the agency a long time ago. The official story was that they had sought out external opportunities, outside the agency. The true story was that they had never