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

been MKULTRA material. They hadn’t been able to cope with the knowledge of those doctors and nurses dying in the explosion. That fact didn’t bother Agent Fowler, however. There were much bigger matters at stake than worrying about the loss of a few public servants. The victims of the explosion were collateral damage, casualties in the war MKULTRA was waging. Because it was a war they were fighting – an outright war. Agent Fowler hadn’t realised until his security clearance was upped two years ago and he was let into the inner circle, the circle that had knowledge of the threats humanity was really facing. In that perspective the loss of a mere thirty-seven innocent people was like a drop of piss in the vast Pacific Ocean.
    “It won’t happen, Director.” Agent Fowler packed up his folders, and left the boardroom.
    He was a good operator, Agent Fowler, but he wasn’t Moses. James Carter had realised a long time ago that he wouldn’t be retiring anytime soon. He would most likely die with his boots on, defending his country. But that wasn’t necessarily such a bad thing, was it? He would probably have hated being on a cruise anyway. There was a reason he hardly spent time with his wife as it was. She was dead boring. He couldn’t care a rat’s ass whose kid had been promoted to the CEO of some charity, or whatever it was she had tried to explain to him the last time they had dinner together. That was nine weeks ago. In MKULTRA you didn’t just marry your job, you stayed faithful, and you worked your ass off to make it the best relationship ever. Till death do us part. His wife had thought those words were for her. They had always been for MKULTRA. If James Carter had ever been presented with a choice like Moses, to drop a bomb on a building that would most certainly kill everyone in a radius of ten kilometres or so surrounding the building, or risk something like Cody disappearing into society, his choice would have been easy.
    He would have pressed that button with a light heart.
    You were either a patriot, or not.
    And James Carter was a patriot. One of the biggest ones.
    He picked up his square glasses from the table and put them back on the tip of his nose. He had one more stop to make in New York. He wanted to check in on Dr Drecker, Cody’s father. He was still in a coma, but he had supposedly moved his left eyelid a week ago. Two months ago he had moved some fingers. Five months ago a toe. It was unlikely that he would ever regain consciousness, and if he did he would probably still be a vegetable. But one never knew; even a vegetable could become an asset in the war they were fighting.
     
     
     
     

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    “What are we going to do?” Cameron asked. They had just anchored up the boat, and were about to settle in for the night.
    “I’m not sure, Cam,” Adam answered, before he continued securing the ropes.
    Twenty-four hours earlier they had been as close to getting caught as they had ever been. Adam moved swiftly around on the deck. He knew exactly what to do; he had performed every task at least a thousand times before. The difference was that none of what he was doing was necessary this evening. Adam was just keeping busy to keep his mind occupied, to avoid Cameron asking him difficult questions. Questions he didn’t have any answers to.
    “They didn’t seem like CIA agents,” Cameron said.
    “But they were,” Adam snapped. “They were agents.”
    “How do you know?”
    “Because they are the ones chasing us.”
    “The CIA wouldn’t have tried to assassinate us. They would have tried to capture us, to use us to catch the even bigger fish - Cody. He is the one they’re afraid of, not me.”
    “We don’t know that for sure, Cameron. We haven’t been in contact with other people for months. We have no way of knowing what the Agency’s priorities are.”
    “But corrupt Mexican cops? The CIA wouldn’t engage with someone like that, would they?”
    Adam knew his daughter was most