The Omega Directive Episode One "Rising"

By Alex Church

Dr. William Heller has succeeded in creating the ultimate medical tool. However in doing so, he has started a chain reaction that will destroy his son Charles life forever. Now with the loss of everyone he loves, and few people left he can trust, Charles must search for answers in a world out to finish him off. His only hope being thousands of Nano-Borg's flowing through his veins and, a man named Lopez, he has no choice but to trust. Will Charles survive The Omega Directive? Or will he end up being just another victim of it?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alex Church
• Release date: Mar 9, 2011
• ISBN: 9781458074645

Alex Church

Born in Harlem NY in the '70s, Alex Church has enjoyed an interesting life to say the least. Now he endeavors to amaze you with tales of lust, revenge, and intrigue as he brings the world his first episodic series The Omega Directive to Readers everywhere.

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The Omega Directive

Episode One

Rising

By

Alex Church

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The Omega Directive

Episode 1

Rising

Copyright © 2011 by Alex Church

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This work is fiction. All characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.

Dedications

To Harper Lee

Collards for Courage

You are my icon

I want to thank everyone who gave me support and encouragement for this project. Melissa, whose invaluable support allowed this to begin and who's cherished company kept me going. To Joy who countless comments and insights helped make this book what it is today. To Rose, whose enthusiasm rivals my own and pushed me to complete this. To Senor King and Senor Petrie, you know where we are going. To the many others who I didn’t forget but I have to save some for the next eleven issues. LOL

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Prologue

Becker

Are they sure about this? Becker asked. He regretted the question even as he asked it. He was not one to question orders, especially when they could result in very harsh and even deadly punishment. His superior was silent for a moment on the phone. Could he have been planning on how to punish Becker for his insubordination? Sect hierarchy was not known to forgive disobedient agents on any level.

Your orders are clear. Release him and give him the target. Becker gazed at the manila envelope in his hand.

Orders understood, Becker said. As the phone line went dead, Becker gazed out the window of the helicopter. Cool October air was causing a frost to form on the glass, blurring the sight of the landing pad.

Becker's arrival at Loftwood Prison was received with its normal level of discretion. As the chopper landed all lights on the pad were immediately turned off. Guards in their full riot gear activated night vision headsets allowing them to keep a watch on the area. Hard winter winds crashed against the side of the building, causing Becker to pull his coat collar up high.

Guards circled and lead him forward to the elevator. Becker entered and adjusted his shoulders and neck, loosening up from the flight. Becker never traveled with his own bodyguards when he made this trip. He saw them only as a liability that would slow him down. It made the prison guards even more nervous. No one was ever allowed access to this wing without a contingent of twenty men or more. How one man was allowed to enter as he pleased was a mystery. None of the guards, however, were stupid enough to ask questions about why.

As the elevator doors opened, the men stepped aside allowing him to exit. Not one of them made a motion for the door, and Becker thought that was wise choice. If this visit went bad, which was highly possible under the circumstances, they would be dead in minutes.

Becker walked the hall, passing the security station. Automatic gun turrets focused on him and then shut down. He adjusted his collar and eased back into his normal pace. Dim lights washed over the walls creating shadows as he walked. It seemed to stretch his shadow miles in every direction. He passed through the security scanners which separated the holding cell from the rest of the prison and watched the laser grid go inactive. This is going to turn into a shit storm, he told himself. Rank, sickening smells filled his nose as he closed the distance between him and the cell door. Always with the stench, he thought. Just one time it would be nice not to have to smell like a sewer when I leave here.

Tick tock, tick tock, who's the one that’s going to knock?

Becker rolled his eyes at the voice. Who else would be coming to see you in this shit hole? Becker adjusted his sleeves under his suit jacket. He detested this fucking place.

Ah, Becky poo. There was a scratch at the cell door like nails on a chalk board. How I did miss you so much. What brings you through the looking glass today?

You’re being released for an assignment, Becker said.

This is a bad idea, He thought. This sick fuck is unstable.

It was hard enough to control him under normal conditions, but this mission was far from normal. Becker knew that even with the fail safe in place, there was a chance he might try to go off the reservation. Another scratch came from the door.

Still the teacher’s pet I see. Now who fucked up so bad that they need my company?

Becker slid open the porthole in the cell door. He had been holding the small manila folder so tightly it had crumpled in his hand. He slid it through and was regretting doing so already. Long unclean nails grasped the edges and pulled it in as Becker slammed the port hole shut. After a moment there was a growl like a wounded dog had been awakened.

Is this a joke? Anger was filling the voice as he spoke. Are you fucking with me, boy?

It has been fully sanctioned. Becker said. You are to do whatever you have to do to complete the mission.

There was dead silence for what seemed like a forever.

Anything I want? This time there was a hint of glee in the words. It was as if there was joy brewing in his tone. Becker felt his stomach twist.

Anything. Failure is not an option. Your release will be in twenty-four hours. The usual arrangements have been made for you. Payments will be made to the accounts after you deliver…

No, the voice said.

No?’ Becker repeated. Are you refusing the job?"

Oh, I will do the job alright, but keep your money, he said. I have been waiting a long time for this. Consider it a freebie.

Nothing is ever free, Becker said.

A laugh filled the cell and a knot in Becker's stomach grew and twisted. Becker turned his back on the door and began walking down the hall toward the exit.

Yeah, this is a fucking bad idea.

Chapter One

Charles

Wow. Okay, how did you do that?

Charles was in shock. He had enjoyed an apple at his father’s request and, once again, found himself in the middle of a science experiment. His dad, Dr. William Heller, was always trying to get him interested in his work. This time, however,

had turned out to be very different. An apple, he had just bitten to the core only a second ago, was fixing its self before his very eyes. Charles looked so amazed it had caused his dad to start laughing.

It's magic, Charles, Dr. Heller said, wiping tears from his eyes. Well as close as you can get really.

Dr. Heller was smiling with a huge toothy grin. He was always so thrilled to share knowledge with his son. He hoped to maybe spark something in Charles. Some need to learn, or maybe just a thirst to explore the world. So far the only thirst Charles had in his mind was for Super Pop soda. Dr. Heller had accepted that, unlike himself and his father before him, Charles was just not a scientist at heart.

They're called Nano-machines, Charles, Dr. Heller said. They are the future in medical technology. Thousands of tiny robots programmed to rebuild the apple from a digital script.

Dr. Heller moved to the computer workstation. However, that’s just the beginning. They can be programmed with a sample of a person’s DNA profile. It would allow them to repair virtually any damage to the person’s body.

Dad, stop playing with me. Nano-machines don’t exist. Charles was staring at the apple like it had two heads. It was clear to see that the apple was growing right in front of him. New skin was spreading over the reformed meat of the apple, and he could see his teethmarks less and less by the second.

Until today, Charles, that was true, Dr. Heller said. It took me seven years, but I have finally been able to perfect the construction process and program them to replicate safely. Look closely at the table.

Charles leaned in and looked closer. It seemed that the apple was sinking into the table a little at a time.

The Nano-machines are using the table as base materials, Dr. Heller said. Repairing the apple by changing the basic structure of the table it's sitting on. They will format it to organic matter that will match the apple on the molecular level. When they're done, they will safely shut down and wait for further instructions or in this case, shut down and burn out safely.

Dr. Heller was almost giddy.