Genesis Earth: The Roads Out Of Eden

By Dell Sweet

Genesis Earth: The Roads Out Of Eden is the third and final book in this trilogy that document the plight of the peoples of the Earth as she faces a mighty battle of super powers rarely glimpsed by mankind. Facing complete global destruction small groups band together to fight the powers that seem to be pushing the earth toward her final destruction.

Will it be a case of too little too late? For some it will be the end of everything, they will give all they have and pass from life into death. But the battle may not be over for them, for many will find themselves rising from the sleep of death only to be pulled back into the battle to save earth and her people. There seems to be no peace in life or in death. No answers for humanity, but faith only in the things they have followed and embraced.

On a faraway planet two armies face each other. This battle would determine the outcome of the battle on Earth, and there were no guarantees how it would finish up. In the Heavens, God reigns, offering the paths that can be followed. A beast locked within a pit for eons is bought to the surface in chains to stand before him, and is ultimately loosed on the world.

In the third book the battle is racing toward conclusion. There are no guarantees of the outcome, those that fight, fight with the knowledge that they may fall and stay fallen forever, but that they might also rise to a new life. Those that have risen from the dead and those that abide in life will make their choices and the final battle will decide.

• Language: English
• Publisher: A. L. Norton
• Release date: Sep 18, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311748720

Dell Sweet

I was raised in Texas and New York. I write short stories, novels, lyrics, poetry. I also enjoy building 3D models in my down time. I have written several series and collections.

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Genesis Earth: The Roads out of Eden

By Dell Sweet

Original Material Copyright © 1976 – 1984 - 2009 - 2018 by Dell Sweet

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Table of Contents

Chapter one

Chapter two

Chapter three

Chapter four

Chapter five

Chapter six

Chapter seven

Chapter eight

This is a work of fiction. Any names, characters, places or incidents depicted are products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual living person’s places, situations or events is purely coincidental.

This novel is Copyright © 1976 – 1984 - 2009 - 2014 by Dell Sweet Publishing. No part of this book may be reproduced by any means, electronic, print, scanner or any other means and, or distributed without the authors permission.

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Genesis Earth: The Roads out of Eden

One

Frank crouched low, looking over the layout of the Jeffries farm along with the others, from a thick stand of trees that came up to within one hundred yards of the rear of the house. The barn and the twin silos were even closer, maybe two hundred feet, he estimated.

A heavily bearded, biker type stood on the rear porch of the farm house, casually picking his nose, while simultaneously, drinking a can of beer. His machine gun resting against the porch railing less than two feet from where he stood.

That guy's got to go three hundred pounds, Frank whispered, as he watched him.

As if he had heard him, the biker suddenly tossed his thick greasy hair out of his eyes, and looked out toward the woods, directly, it seemed to Frank, where they were hiding. Frank held his breath and waited, mentally kicking himself as he did. If he had heard him though, he certainly didn't act like it. He suddenly crushed the beer can in one fist, threw it out into the yard, where it joined countless others, turned heel and walked to the opposite end of the porch. Once there he lowered his wide bottom into a rusted green metal deck chair, and propped his feet up on the rail of the porch as he lit a cigarette. The machine gun still rested against the rail on the opposite end of the porch, perhaps twenty feet away, Frank saw.

Piece a work, ain't he? Gary whispered, to no one in particular.

That he is, Ira whispered back.

A foggy belch, along with the hiss of an opening carbonated beverage, could be plainly heard from the rear porch in the quiet mid-afternoon air.

Real pig too, Jimmy whispered, if he drinks enough we might be able to just walk over to those silos.

That'd be nice, Frank whispered back.

Gonna have to try for it soon, Ira said, maybe now's the best time, he ain't got his rifle. Might not get a better opportunity.

They had spent over an hour crouched down in the trees hoping for a good opportunity. Trouble was, Frank thought, we still don't know if there's anyone inside the house. The biker was the only one they had seen so far, and he had not ventured into the house once while they had watched him, so they had no idea what to expect if they tried to move on the silos. There could be, Frank thought, a whole house-full of re-enforcement's just waiting to come out of the rear of the house. Ira was right though, he realized, they had to make a move soon, either that or wait for night fall, and none of them wanted to do that.

Lets’ do it, Frank grunted decisively as he slowly stood up. The other three men stood up with him.

At first the biker type seemed not to notice them as they slowly walked from the woods. The way his feet are propped up, Ira thought, he might not be able to see us. Two steps later though, the biker suddenly jumped up and began to sprint for the machine gun at the opposite end of the porch. All four of their machine pistols chattered at once, and before he had made it more than ten steps, he was cut down. Frank ran as hard as he could toward the silos behind Ira. Jimmy and Gary brought up the rear. They all dropped to the ground once they reached them, and scurried around behind them.

Although the silos protected them from the gun fire they expected, they also blocked their view of the house. They heard nothing, no doors suddenly slamming open, no footfalls, but that didn't mean they weren't already closing the distance to the silo, Frank knew.

Gonna check, Frank grunted, as he belly crawled around the side of the silo so he could see the house. No one was in sight, and he could make out the prone body of the biker behind the spindles of the porch railing, where it had fallen. Frank stared at the house for a few minutes longer, before he crawled back around the silo.

Looks good, he whispered, can't be certain, but nobody's come out yet.

We have to check it though, Jimmy said, no telling for sure until we do.

Yeah, Gary agreed, I don't want to get inside this silo and then find out that we were wrong, that there is somebody in there.

It don't make sense, Ira said, that they'd put the guy out here alone... Not if it's really important anyhow.

Frank looked at the silo. It looked like an ordinary see-it-any-day-of-the-week sort of silo. He had seen hundreds just like it back in Seattle. He looked down at the base of the silo. The base was just concrete. Could be Peter's lied, his mind whispered. It might be just an average ordinary silo, and he didn't feel like getting his ass shot off for an average ordinary silo. The door however, was around the front, and like it or not, they would have to be reasonably sure the house was empty before they entered, or they would be trapped, he realized, like fish in a barrel. Lets’ go, he decided, crouching low as he ran around the silo toward the house.

The house was empty. The house was completely empty. No people, no furniture, no nothing. The only thing that was in the house were three cases of beer piled just inside the rear door, that matched two on the rear porch, apparently to keep the biker type happy. Along with a deep midnight blue Harley sitting in the middle of the kitchen floor, its chrome winking, even in the muted light falling through the windows of the kitchen. Other than that it was completely empty. They searched the attic, basement, and found nothing. After the quick search they trotted past the body on the rear porch, and back out to the silo.

Here goes, Frank said, as he shot the padlock off the silo door they had hidden behind. He turned the knob and the door swung open. The door was not lead lined, Frank noticed, the pristine interior of the silo was empty. No silage, and definitely no missile, and no false bottom either, the floor was solid concrete, they crawled around the perimeter and checked on their hands and knees to make sure.

Other one, Frank said, it must be in the other one, he finished, and bolted toward the other silo, with the others close behind.

The second silo had a small key-pad installed into the solid metal door, with both a green and a red indicator light. The red indicator light was pulsing steadily.

Bitch, what do you make of it, Gar'? Frank asked.

Looks almost like a simple house alarm type setup, Gary responded.

I wouldn't try shooting it off, Frank, Ira cautioned, could be maybe it would set off some sort'a warning.

Believe me I wasn't entertaining the thought, Frank responded dejectedly, even though he had been thinking of doing just that. Does anyone have any idea on how we can get in?

The silo was connected to the barn, or at least to Jimmy, who had been looking it over, it appeared to be. Through the barn maybe? he offered, looks to be connected to me.

They circled the entire barn twice, before they came back to the double sliding front doors. From a distance they had appeared to be ordinary doors, but up close they could tell that they were not. They looked to be better than ten inches thick, and that was only what they could see. The sliding mechanism was only for show, the doors either swung inward, or outward, it was hard to tell, but they definitely did not slide. The windows were likewise fake. Within ten feet they had been able to tell they were nothing more than painted replicas. The weathered wood siding was also a sham, Gary discovered, after he kicked the side of the barn in frustration. One rotting board had fallen to reveal the thick concrete shell of the building beneath.

Well, one thing's for sure, Gary said, there's something in there, or they wouldn't have gone to all the trouble of disguising it so well. He stepped back and stared up toward the roof of the deceptive building. Might be maybe another way in though, he said, gazing upward.

The other three men stepped back and looked up as well.

Through that air vent you thinkin'? Ira said.

Might work, Frank agreed.

Jimmy's eyes flew open. I saw a ladder, one of those aluminum jobs around the back, he exclaimed.

I saw that myself, Frank agreed, as he followed Jimmy around the building. They were back in a few minutes carrying the long ladder between them. Ira helped set it up, and then began to climb it toward the top.

The others were positive, at first, that Ira would come tumbling back down the roof to the hard ground.

The roof pitch was steep, and once he had left the ladder he'd had a bad moment or two before he gained his balance. Don't worry, I ain't goin' to fall, Ira assured them once he regained his footing, I climbed my own barn roof more times than you could shake-a-stick-at, and this one ain't near as steep.

Still, the three remaining men on the ground were apprehensive, until Ira gained the top of the roof, and the large turbine-type air vent. He seemed to test the solidity of the mounting once he reached it, and then called, Look out boys, she's comin' down. He twisted the round steel top, the muscles in his arms standing out, crouched down, and let the top fall free, as it came loose with a high squeal of metal against metal. The top tumbled end over end to the ground, the turbine still spinning, until it hit the ground and burst apart, no longer an air-vent, but a small pile of shiny scrap metal.

Well, what you waiting for? Ira called down, a smile on his face. She's open straight into the loft, come on.

The others wasted no time in climbing the ladder, and they dropped the six feet to the loft floor, as Ira had, once they had crawled through the now open vent.

The interior of the old barn had been as extensively modified, as the exterior. The entire upper loft area still resembled an actual barn, but below that was where the real renovations had taken place. The entire one hundred foot by forty foot space was completely open, and steel girders now supported the weight of the structure, instead of the massive hand hewn beams that had once done the job.

Excluding the small loft, that had been left intact to facilitate easy access to the roof vents, heating ducts, and electrical conduits, eighty feet of the structure rose unobstructed to the ceiling from the concrete floor thirty feet below. There was no sign of equipment, military or otherwise in the building, it was empty, and the pristine off white of the concrete seemed to bear out the feeling they all had, that the renovation had been fairly recent, and whatever equipment that had been destined to be installed in the structure had not been.

Looks more like an aircraft hanger than a barn, Jimmy said, as he stared down into the well-lit space. The building was obviously powered by some electrical source, but no tell-tale sound of a generator could be heard within the structure, and they had heard nothing outside that would indicate the presence of a power plant either. In fact the only sound in the building itself, was the low buzz of the florescent lights suspended from the steel girders.

You think it's powered from the caves? Gary asked.

Has to be, Frank responded. Unless there's a sound proofed building close by that we missed, and I doubt that, he finished, and shrugged his shoulders. The empty building echoed their voices, seeming to amplify them as they spoke,

Has to...has...Be...be, and that tended to make them speak in whispers, to avoid the eerie echoes of their own voices.

The barn was extremely oppressive to Frank. He had the feeling that a full scale war unfolding directly outside the building would not be heard, and it was almost as if the building ate the sound of their voices, or absorbed them into its walls after it bounced them around.

I really don't like this place much, Frank said, vocalizing his apprehension.

Me either... Lets’ see what we got, and whether we kin get into the silo, Ira said, as he began to climb down a steel ladder to the floor below, then lets’ get out of here.

Sounds like a plan to me, Frank said, as he followed. Jimmy scrambled down next, and Gary followed at a slightly slower pace nervously clutching the steel rungs as he did, as though they would suddenly disappear.

Hey, you comin', or what? Frank called up teasingly, as Gary slowly descended. He regretted it a few seconds later as Gary turned his sweat slicked face to him. Scared a heights a little, he said through clenched teeth.

Sorry, Gary, take your time, Frank said apologetically, as he mentally chastised himself.

To Gary the thirty feet to the concrete seemed more like a mile, and until he finally set one foot on the cement floor, he had been convinced that the ladder would either suddenly fall away, or his own fear would cause him to lose his sweaty grip on the iron rungs, and he would plummet to the cold concrete far below. Unreasonable, I know, he said with a shaky voice once he was standing beside Frank. Unreasonable or not though, I never been able to shake it. Goin' up ain't much of a problem, but comin' down... He finished, shaking his head, with more than a trace of embarrassment.

I wish you'd told me, Gary you could have stayed up there, or outside, and I sure as hell wouldn't have kidded you about it, I feel like a real ass, Frank said, concern in his eyes.

Oh sure, I stay outside and get my ass shot off, while you guys get to do the fun stuff, Gary said in a serious voice. No thanks, we're stickin' together. I'll deal with the ladder, it ain't so hard going up, only comin' down, he finished smiling. They walked toward Ira and Jimmy at the rear of the structure.

The silo did have a connecting hallway to the barn, but another key-pad, complete with a flashing red indicator light, protected the steel door of the silo, just as the one outside had.

Any suggestions? Frank asked.

Maybe you'll have to shoot it off after all, Ira said, a frown settling on his face.

Maybe I can take it apart, Jimmy said, as he bent and began to study the key-pad, gimme that pocket knife of yours, Gary.

Two slotted screws appeared to be all that held the small black device to the wall. Using the edge of one of the smaller blades Jimmy carefully unscrewed the key-pad, and gently started to ease it away from the wall. The mounting screws were apparently an intrinsic part of the alarm system, for as soon as Jimmy lifted the key-pad a loud braying siren began to wail in the building. Damn! Jimmy yelled, and dropped the key-pad as though it had burned him.

So much for surprise, Ira yelled above the braying of the siren, panic in his voice, We better take out the door if we're going in.

~ 2 ~

Eleven miles away, Luther sat mesmerized by the pulsing message on the monitor. He was replaying for yet another time just exactly how he would enter the remaining codes, and launch the missiles from wherever they were buried in the huge underground complex.

He had men searching them out, but there were miles of underground roads, tunnels, corridors, and natural rock passages to search, and it would take forever for them to search them all. He could only hope that they would stumble upon them in their searching. After all, the law of averages must be tipping in favor of it, he thought, they had already searched better than half of the complex itself.

It still made him angry that their location had not been known to him. He had known several other things. He had known of their existence, hadn't he? So why was it