The Thorium Endeavor

By joel wilson

The year is 2043 A.D. A new and unseen threat to world peace is lurking in the shadows of WWII. New and more powerful weaponry is being developed by an as yet unknown conspirator with plans of world domination.

A previously discovered mineral that once caught the attention of the Nazi's in WWII, has lain undisturbed and forgotten in the South Atlantic since.

This new evil doer has his sights set on its acquisition. With it, he can create the most powerful weapon the world has ever seen, unless someone stops him.

A new division has been developed by the C.I.A. It's top spy and the world's most deadly assassin is Tina Mooney; a.k.a. Agent 355.

• Language: English
• Publisher: joel wilson
• Release date: Feb 22, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301276479

joel wilson

Hi! I’m Joel Wilson and the author of the novel, ”Rescue of the Heart.” I apologize that I don’t have the initials after my name that would represent my level of education. I did attend some college where I studied British Literature and English Composition, but due to an unfortunate event in my life, I ran out of money and could no longer afford college. That, however, has not derailed my desire to write. It seems to be the one thing I do best; of course you will be the judge of that and I will cherish your opinion deeply. Most of my education comes from life itself and the people I have known or come into contact with. I have worn many hats; from fast food cook, to garbage man; from warehouse worker to selling insurance and to computer specialist working for Uncle Sam. Yes, I’ve been kicked around a lot, but I’ve learned so much. I also spent several years as an aerobics instructor in Sherwood, Arkansas. If you were in my class you will remember me as Joe. I had more hair then...for a while. I love sports, dance, art, a good story and I think that school teachers are the greatest hero’s and are ridiculously underpaid and unappreciated. I was born in Little Rock, Arkansas where I lived most of my life. Thank God I finally met my wife on a trip to Denver, Colorado and that is where I now reside. My wife is Tina and she is my inspiration; the love of my life. All our children have left the nest and now we have two dogs that we call our kids. Thank you for taking the time to get to know me. I hope you like the work.

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The Thorium Endeavor

By

Joel Wilson

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The Thorium Endeavor

Copyright © 2013 by Joel Wilson

This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously.

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The Thorium Endeavor

Chapter one

The Better of Two Evils

A forest northwest of Zlobin, Belarus

Summer, 2043 A.D.

Connecting the corners of each of the six walls of the hexagon was a tower. Two armed guards were posted in each that kept watch on the grounds both inside and outside of the compound. Surveillance cameras were strategically stationed around the stronghold and were monitored constantly by the elite guard.

Once inside the walls of the fortress, a team of guards roamed the inner halls. They were each dressed in green camouflage, wearing black berets and each armed with a Steyr AUG; the standard issue rifle of the rebel forces under the command of General Vladimir Yassenowski.

None of this mattered to Tina Mooney. Getting past the guards in the towers was easy. As she sat undetected high up in an old oak tree, camouflaged by the thick forest and studying their habits, Agent 355 was able to pick the precise moment to scale the walls of the compound, unnoticed.

Quietly, she climbed down from the tree and immediately took cover in the tall wheat grass. The sky was dark and the moon was hidden behind the clouds. The only light was coming from the windows of the garrison and the search lights that wandered the grounds inside and out of the fortress.

Her sensuous body slithered through the grass as quiet as a smooth snake. When she arrived at the base of the outer wall, she positioned herself near a rain gutter until she was certain the searchlights had left the area and would allow her enough time to scale the wall. After she was on the roof, she was able to move about stealthily, by taking cover underneath the camouflage netting that covered the fortress in an attempt to make the stronghold invisible from the sky.

There was only one area of the fortification that was not under constant watch and Tina knew it. It was on the inside walls of the garrison, outside of the building itself.

Moving into position along the inside edge and covered by the camouflage netting, she noticed a metal staircase which allowed an exit to the courtyard. She observed that every 10 minutes, two guards would exit the building and go into the quad. They patrolled the grounds and then entered back inside the building by way of another door at ground level on the other side of the open space.

She studied carefully to verify the amount of time between guards that exited the building. Two guards walked out onto the staircase and as they made their way into the courtyard, Tina removed the rope from her pouch, secured it to a vent pipe and climbed down the inner wall to the side of the metal staircase, just behind the door.

Because she was completely covered in black camouflage and with her black hair covering her face in shadow, she was able to hang at that level; hidden by the door as it swung open to shield her from being seen by the guards as they walked out and down the stairs; unaware of her presence. The door opened all the way and she carefully placed a strip of black duct tape over the bolt to prevent it from locking when it closed.

After the guards had begun to patrol the grounds of the courtyard, Tina climbed over the rail of the metal staircase; slowly and carefully opening the door. She slipped in, taking cover in the dark area behind a cabinet that displayed a bust of the General, who would soon become a murderous dictator that would rule this small country with an iron fist and become the next pain in the ass to the rest of the world.

The C.I.A. had been keeping close tabs on the General and found that he held close ties with several terrorist groups, including al-Qaida and North Korea. With their help he had all but taken over control of the Belarusian military. Soon he would be able to oust the current president, Nikolai Bortnyev, and overthrow the government.

The C.I.A. knew that with a little help from his friends he would build up a massive army equipped with the threat of nuclear weapons and invade other countries, much like Hitler did in World War II.

That is why Tina was there. The U.S. government had reached an agreement with the Belarusian President to take out General Yassenowski. The U.S. had tweaked its foreign policy to allow it. They were taking the position that even though President Bortnyev, himself, was a dictator, he had no aspirations of conquering the world and would therefore be the lesser of the two evils.

Time was not on her side and Tina knew that she had to keep moving or she would have to take on a whole army to get away. The odds were not in her favor. She continued to find her way around the building, hiding in the shadows, inside empty rooms and closets or behind a piece of furniture until she found the living quarters of the general himself.

In secret, she made her way inside and took cover behind a cabinet in a dark corner of the main room. From there she was able to see everything in the room and into the sleeping chambers of the General by way of the opened door.

A Colonel was stretched out on the sofa watching a DVD of an old movie while wearing headphones so that he wouldn’t disturb the General who was sleeping in the next room.

Tina held her position for several minutes to be certain that no one else was in the quarters. Assured that she was alone with just these two, she sneaked behind the sofa where the colonel lay. Slowly and quietly, she removed the Bowie knife, her weapon of choice, who’s sheath was strapped to her lower right leg. Rising slowly, she stood behind the couch looking down on him.

In what seemed to be one swift move, she thrust the knife into the colonel’s larynx, the blade exiting the back of his neck. Swiftly she withdrew the knife and stabbed him in the chest, extracting the blade in the direction of his gut and ripping open the heart. The colonel died quickly and silently; his body sadistically quivering and his blood drenching the sofa.

She then went to the bedside of the general and stood quietly over him, momentarily surveying her options. The general was snoring loudly and Tina didn’t like it. I can fix that she whispered to herself. Then she unholstered her Jericho 941, again, her weapon of choice, and with a silencer attached, carefully placed the barrel in his gaping mouth. She positioned the gun in such a way as to be sure the bullet would exit the crown of his bald head.

Just then, the General woke in shock at seeing her above him and with a gun in his mouth. She immediately pulled the trigger before he could make a sound. The bullet exploded out of the top of his head, killing him and leaving a nasty mess on his pillow and headboard.

She wanted to leave a message to anyone who might decide to take over and continue where he left off. So she rolled him to his stomach. She wiped the bloody blade of her Bowie clean on the leg of his pajama pants and returned it to its sheath.

Removing the garrote, which was a feature of the leather band that covered her wrist, she wrapped it around his throat and with one knee placed firmly into his back and between his shoulder blades, she pulled fast, hard and with a short sawing motion to cut through the spine.

The General’s head dropped onto the bed and rolled onto its side. She had successfully decapitated him. The snake is dead. I told you I could fix that she muttered to the dead general, followed by a sly grin as she surveyed her work.

Knowing that it would be too difficult to leave the same way that