The Hexagon: The Prime Insurgency Series, #6

By J.D. Stonebridge

The Primes escalate their attacks for their cause and The Hexagon, a research facility, is at siege. A terrifying duo of big and small team up to raise the stakes for Lance and Tony as they discover a way to take the seemingly immortal Primes down.

A clash of wills, brawns and brains will unleash in the next part of Lance and Tony's adventure. With the stage that is The Hexagon set, will they achieve a victory that will lead them to win against this silent war? Or will they earn something far, far more valuable?

• Language: English
• Publisher: J.D. Stonebridge
• Release date: Mar 30, 2016
• ISBN: 9781533793096

Book preview

Chapter One

It was a meager afternoon, slightly cloudy, with a chance of utter chaos. A hundred percent chance, thought the very small man, only reaching three feet tall, and was accompanied by a seven-foot giant.

Are they ready? asked the large man wearing a suit. The way he wore it looked like the suit was struggling to hold him in. It was as if he grew muscles while still in the comfort of the suit.

Not quite, Ben, said the midget who was also wearing a suit, likely obtained from the kids’ section. I was hoping that you’re more than capable of buying some time for me.

Very capable, Ben answered. They kept walking on a steady pace towards a building. It was two storeys tall, almost devoid of windows and had ‘Hexagon RL’ labeled on it in green copperplate text.

The midget nudged the man’s leg with his knuckles. Is that Solar kid-something going to be present? I hear he’s already amassing an army. He looked around. We could sure use one.

Sun Child, Ben corrected then slowly shook his head. We won’t need them.

I suppose you’re more than enough, the midget sighed. Alright, it’s about time. Let me see your creation and your process, he said with the authority of an instructor.

Ben cracked his knuckles and went on ahead. His pace slowed down by a fraction when his thoughts said, Remember, I don’t want anyone killed.

Ben raised his eyebrows, agreeing, How about collateral damage?

It’s their own fault if that happens. I just don’t want any indiscriminate murders.

Murder is murder, he replied. But I get it.

On a parked car not very far from the two, behind mirror shaded windows, Prof. Denzel Black watched them with horrified anticipation. To think they’d blatantly walk right in front of the building! he scoffed, They could have at least made a quieter approach.

On the passenger seat, Chryssa was busy inspecting her nails. Quieter? she asked smarmily, You're suggesting that those two and that Sun-man-child could consider doing something quiet? 

Prof. Black shrugged, Maybe not less noisy, but something that wouldn’t attract attention.

Which side are you on, anyway? Chryssa argued.

Any side, Prof. Black sighed, "so long as it stops him from getting back at them."

He took a few things from the glove compartment and handed the keys over to Chryssa, I'm going on ahead to see who else is moving on with his plan. I know you want to stop them, but I suggest you get some back up.

The woman raised an eyebrow and the professor left. With some confidence, she took her phone out, thumbed through a few applications and eventually reached a map where a red dot was sitting on a particular location.

––––––––

About fifty miles away, in an expansive hardware depot, Tony watched Lance heft a woodcutting axe and looked at it proudly. An axe, or a machete? Lance asked his bored companion.

Tony yawned. "An axe would be less suspicious than a machete. I mean, if someone looked at your trunk and saw it, they would just think utility rather than murderer."

Lance nodded satisfyingly and placed the axe on the shopping cart. Next, rope and tape.

Tony followed Lance for a while longer. He brightened when they went into the electrical department and busied himself with the gallery of connectors while Lance looked for jumper cables.

What exactly are these for? Tony asked half interested. He recounted the things Lance had piled up on his shopping cart, Burlap sacks, an axe, jumper cables, rope, tape, face masks... he went on. Almost looks like you’re gathering stuff for some good ol’ basement torture interrogation.

Lance paused. Didn’t think of that, he said thoughtfully and grabbed a coil of generic electric cable. Good thinking.

After they passed the electronics section, they walked down the appliance department where TVs of every size and thickness lined the wall. Both of them gave only a passing glance then did a double take when Sun Child’s mask appeared.

Through the lowered volume, the newscaster was reviewing the state of affairs in Des Moines, where half of the officials were blaming the new anarchic group for disrupting the government, yet another portion of the news covered how the citizens blamed the government for giving birth to the atrocity that was Sun Child. They even recapped the video feed that contained Sun Child’s full speech. Lance shook his head.

The least they could do was edit a few bits of it out, Lance suggested.

Who knows? Tony said as he shrugged, Maybe someone from the inside is supporting Sun Child’s movement.

Lance shivered at the implication. I just don’t get why people are so willing to follow someone like that.

Either way, it’s happening, Tony said darkly. The war Professor Black was talking about, the one Chryssa warned us about. It’s really happening.

Lance snorted. "I don’t know how they’re doing it, but we haven’t fought back