Nex Gen Breacher

By Jimi Alan

Four weeks have passed, since the Confederation sent an assassin to the New United States of America. The team are faced with the consequences of what happened in their nation, while they were divided. Uniting back together, the people of the New United States of America put their differences to aside.
The rise of war with the confederation and the norther nations of America, begins to unfold. With the new addition to the team, Kay and Hush try to prove their loyalty has changed. Iva had a suspicion that Kay’s not being truthful to them.
Heading under the city to the ancients ruins, the team start their path towards the Atlantic Union. They have no idea what kind of state the underground ruins are in.
Leo found a use for the code he was keeping in the armour. Exploring the code’s makeup, Leo fears someone has made a new way to attack their nation. Exploring the code, Leo finds his use among his teammates.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jimi Alan
• Release date: Aug 29, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005805975

Jimi Alan

Jimi Alan is from Canada. He was raised in a small town called Trinity. During a rough time in Jimi's life, he used writing as a creative outlet. He expressed himself in many ways, which also includes painting.In his mid-teen, he moved from the Trinity, Newfoundland to a small town in Nova Scotia. At the age of eighteen, Jimi finished high school in Liverpool, Nova Scotia. After high school, he moved to the capital of Nova Scotia to start college.Jimi went to several colleges in Halifax. He studied game animation and character design at the Centre for Arts and Technology. Afterwards, he went to the local community college, where he studied story development. Jimi is the author of The Boy who Woke and Uncovered.

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Chapter ONE

Jimi Leroy

Sitting down at the dining table, Jimi reached his hand down for the fork beside his plate. He moved the fork into his fingertips. Jimi lifted the fork up from the kitchen table. He felt his mother’s breath slither over her lip towards her plate below. She held a fork before her mouth.

Opening up her mouth, Jimi’s mother took a bite of her breakfast. She held a smile on her face as her eyes darted across the table towards her son. She knew something was on his mind. Jimi’s mother took a deep breath in. She lowered her fork down to the edge of her plate.

Sue asked him. What’s on your mind.

Nothing. Jimi let out a sigh. Just work.

Folding her hands before her plate, Sue seemed intrigued with what Jimi had to say. She raised an eyebrow. She smirked for a moment as she breathed heavily.

Jimi felt the stream of air flowing over his mother’s lips. He moved his fingertips and gently connected them to air. Moving his fingertips, Jimi made the air drift over the surface of their glass kitchen table. He felt the surface of the kitchen table, like the breath had become an extension of himself. Jimi moved his fingertips, making the breeze change in direction.

The breeze went drifting towards the side of the kitchen table. Jimi felt the breeze rolling over the edge of the kitchen table. The breeze drifted down below the kitchen table. He felt his connection with the breeze beginning to dribble away. His connection with the breeze slithered away from his fingertip.

Moving his hand over the metal print on the edge of his fork. Jimi felt his mother’s silence. She was staring at him. Waiting for him to spill to her about what was worrying his mind. He knew she wouldn’t let him drop it.

Fine. He caved in. I got some information that the confederation are planning on using an underground connection between the cities. Jimi kept his head up as he spoke to his mother. It was made during the ancient times.

The sound of a gasp escaping from his mother’s lips, told Jimi she was surprised. Figures. His mother sighed. I’ve thought they might have used the same method for the assassin to transport into our nation.

Do you know anything about the underground connections- He wondered if his mother could answer a few of his questions. -that could be useful?

Not really. She smiled. But I’ll let you know if there’s anything I can find. Her eyes closed for a moment as she thought. A mega infrastructure like that would be hard to miss.

I agree. Jimi smirked at his mother from across the kitchen table. I was doing some research into it, last night. He remembered what the computer was able to tell him about what was before him. Jimi heard of a few posts, from strangers online, who had explored the underground. There were some pictures taken, by a few kids, who went exploring.

Oh. His mother seemed interested. That’s good. She admitted. I thought that you might leave me all the work to do.

Don’t worry. Jimi told her. I left some things for your team to do.

Alright. His mother leaned back into her chair. She placed her hand down to her side. Tell me then. She sighed. What did you find?

Jimi moved his fingertips away from his fork. I had come across a few kids, who posted pictures online.

Moving his hand up before his eyes, a small screen flickered on before his fingertips. Jimi felt the light from the screen kissing his cheeks. He touched his fingertips onto the screen. He had a feeling that the information he had found would still be on the screen.

I’ll send you them. Jimi moved his hand over the screen. He felt the screen’s brightness change. I also made note of their locations. He swiped his hand across the screen. One of the kids was from Boston and another one was from a wasteland area, which once was called Washington.

Washington. His mother’s eyes widened. That’s the ancient capital.

The ancient capital. Jimi wondered what his mother meant. I thought, all the ancient lands were destroyed during Year Zero.

Well yeah. His mother smirked. The whole area of what was once the ancient’s capital, had become a wasteland. She reminded him. It’s inside the Atlantic Union, but it's not too far from the border. She made a guess. So, it would be a good point for the confederation to head to. They can sneak into the underground from the ancient’s capital and head to any city that’s nearby.

Oh. Jimi sighed. It’s like you read my mind.

Don’t be silly. Sue shook her head. I can’t read minds. She shrugged her shoulders. You know that.

Yeah. Jimi sighed as he placed his head into the palm of his hand. He leaned forward towards his breakfast. I know. He kept his eyes on his mother. Can you look into why we built over the ancient cities?

Sure. Her eyes looked down at her breakfast. I’ll tell you. She moved her hands up towards her chest. Back during the first century. The survivals of Year Zero, made the infrastructures over what remained of the ancient civilizations.

Looking down at her plate, Sue wondered if her son was ready for the truth. She moved her hands onto her knees. She kept her hands clenched to her knees. His mother was sure that her son would need a moment, to process what she’s about to tell him.

They wanted to leave the old civilizations' cities intact. Sue said. Encase the war became too much for humanity to handle.

Jimi felt his mouth open for a moment. He felt a soft breeze slither over his mouth. He listened to what his mother had to say. Jimi stayed perfectly still. He heard her voice ringing in her ears.

If humanity needed somewhere to retreat, then the cities would have been perfect. She told him. But over time, humanity forgot about the reason for the infrastructure. She crossed her hands over her chest. We built over the cities, causing them to become nothing but ruins.

So. Jimi sighed as he rose from his seat. That would make them perfect. He slammed his hands onto the kitchen table. He heard his fork shake on the edge of his breakfast plate. For the confederation to use them. Jimi muttered. Sorry for the outburst.

Lowering down his head, Jimi sat back down into his seat. He had a feeling that the confederation would be using the underground ruins. He wondered if the ruins would even be usable for them. Jimi pulled his chair back into the kitchen table. He had a feeling that the confederation would have a way to clear the underground out. He wondered if it was even possible.

I got excited. He told his mother. I think the confederation would use them.

Same. Sue looked down at her half-eaten plate. I’ll send a team down there to investigate. She kept her fingertips placed on her arms. And I’ll warn the Atlantic Union about the possible border violation.

Thanks. He had a suspicion that the Atlantic Union’s forces would be too late. Jimi wondered if the confederation was already in the union’s borders. But about sending an investigating team down there. He moved his hand towards his chin. I think that my team would be the better option.

Sure. She moved her hand, like she was trying to orchestrate a symphony before her fingertips. But, just so that you know. Sue saw a screen flicker before her eyes. But most of the underground was used to keep the ancient cities from falling. She told her son. Back in the ancient time, the water level rose up.

Jimi had a feeling that his mother knew more about the underground, then she was letting on. He heard how her voice had changed. His mother spoke in a way, like she knew something, which was classified to her son.

The ancients tried to keep the water levels from flooding their cities. She told him. The project, from what I was able to find, started with walls being built. Sue tried to keep her composure. The walls were built and kept the tides away.

He tried to understand what his mother was saying. Okay.

Sue tried to reason with them. But then, they built secondary levels over the old ruins. She let out a soft sigh from her lips. The secondary level became the cities we now live in. Sue told her son. After Year Zero, eruptions took out most of the large cities. But we rebuilt them.

They had become a part of our history. Jimi was impressed. But why don’t the other nations know about this.

Some of them do. Sue told him. The process was actually first done in Japan.

Wait. He tried to understand what his mother was saying. It wasn’t first done, here.

No. She shook her head. It was originally done after a similar process was done in Tokyo.

His eyes widened. The levels. Jimi rose his hand up to the top of his head. He scratched his fingertips on the top of his head for a moment as he thought. That’s why they exist.

Yes. Sue admitted. Tokyo’s one of the largest level cities in the world, where many people live underground. She shook her head for a moment. It became so normal for us to live in those kinds of cities, that no one really remembers what the ancient cities were like.

Makes sense. Jimi wondered. But here, we don’t have the same level system.

That’s because, the ancient ruins are down below. His mother told him. They’re hidden below the retaining walls.

Jimi let out a deep sigh. He had a feeling that his mother was going to make a point. He was waiting for her to tell him what her point was.

We don’t have many blueprints about what the ruins are like. Sue sighed. The cities above the ruins were made to look the same as the ones below. His mother reached her hand towards the fork. She felt the silver on her fingertips. But who knows if the infrastructure had changed.

I don’t think that the infrastructure has changed. He said. It would have been one of the largest projects in the whole existence of our species.

His mother corrected him. The ancient species of humanity. She shook her head. They’re nothing like us.

Right. Jimi lowered his head. He knew what he had said was not appropriate. We’ll head down below the city. He sighed. But before we go down, I’ll get Leo to do a scan of the ruins, to see if the highways between the cities still match up.

Fine. Sue told him. I’ll be expecting a report about what your team comes across. She stabbed her fork into her breakfast. Her fingertips touched the silver edge. When you get back?

Winking at her son, Sue held a smile across her face. She had a feeling that her son would be prepared for anything they came up against. She knew the ruins would be a dangerous place.

Jimi had a feeling that the ruins would make them have many questions. He had a feeling that their questions would possibly go unanswered. He had many, which he had yet to come across.

Looking down at his breakfast, Jimi wondered. He knew the ruins would be complicated for his teammates. He wondered if they would be willing to travel under the city with him. Jimi let a sigh slither over his lips. He had a feeling that his friends would be alright with him leading them to the ruins below.

Touching his fingertips onto the fork, Jimi kept his mind wondering. He knew the ruins would be a dangerous journey for them. He moved his fingertips along the edge of his fork. Jimi felt the small print on the outer ring of his fork’s handle. He gripped his fingertips around the fork. He had a feeling that his breakfast had turned cold, from his long conversation with his mother. Jimi had no idea that their conversation would have taken so long. He thought his mother would have answered him with a simple answer.

Whipping his fingertips across the screen, Sue accepted her son’s collection of information. She lowered her hand down to her side. She placed her hand onto her fork.

Jimi had a feeling that Sue would look over the information, once she got to her office. He knew his mother was always working, even when she was at home. Jimi lowered his head down for a moment. He felt something creep up behind him.

A cold presence appeared from behind him. Jimi had a feeling that someone was behind him. He glanced over his shoulder quickly. He let out a deep sigh.

What is it? His mother seemed to notice her son’s reaction. Is something the matter?

Nothing’s the matter. Jimi said. I just thought that...maybe someone was there.

His mother shrugged her shoulders. She dismissed him, as she moved her fingertips over the screen.

Jimi let out a deep sigh. He looked back over at his breakfast. He pressed his fork up into his breakfast with a smile on his face.

Worried about the feeling behind him, Jimi had a feeling that he was being paranoid. He had a feeling of coldness slithering behind him. But he knew that the cold must have been a breeze.

The breeze went tingling over Jimi’s back. He felt the breeze slither up towards his neck. Jimi felt something appearing in the breeze behind him. He closed his eyes for a moment. He felt the breeze moving over a plain surface creeping up behind him. Jimi moved his hands once more. He had a feeling that the surface wasn’t something the normal eye could see.

Looking down at the plate before him, Jimi felt his connection with the breeze vanish. He guessed the breeze had lost its strength to travel around. Jimi moved his fork onto the plate before him. He touched his fork onto his breakfast plate. He had a feeling that the surface he was feeling had moved on.

Clay Andrews

The elevator doors slid open before Clay’s eyes. He took a step forward, with his head held high. His eyes looked out at the lounge, before his eyes. Taking another step, Clay headed out of the elevator. He walked through the lounge towards the sofa.

A sound of a glass touching the kitchen counter, clicked into his ears. Clay looked over to the kitchen. He saw Sandra standing in the kitchen. She placed her hand onto a jug of orange juice. Her hands lifted the jug of orange juice up towards the edge of her glass.

Tipping the jug, Sandra poured out a glass for herself. She smirked at Clay as she placed the jug back down onto the kitchen counter. She held the glass in her hands.

Walking around the kitchen counter, Sandra headed away from the kitchen. She walked towards the row of windows with a smile on her face. Sandra seemed tired to Clay. He wondered if she had slept well, during the night.

Touching his hand onto the back of the sofa, Clay wondered if she wanted to talk. He moved his fingertips along the back of the sofa. Walking around the sofa, Clay headed towards the row of windows. He saw how she held her hand onto her elbow, like she was nervous. Clay saw the way that the glass slightly trembled in her hand. He knew she was nervous about something.

Hey. Clay wondered if a casual conversation would be alright. So. He leaned up against the metal frame of the window. How did things go, at the get-to-gather at Skylar’s mothers place?

Well. Sandra let out a deep sigh. It was different, then I expected.

Oh. He wondered. In what way?

She glanced over at Clay. Have you ever heard of a phenomena called Burst?

Clay heard the world she had said. He raised his finger up to her as he thought. He narrowed his eyebrows for a moment. Lowering his hand, Clay knew the phenomena called burst wasn’t something he had heard of before. He darted his eyes back towards the cityscape on the other side of the glass.

No. He shook his head. I’ve never heard of it. He glanced out of the corner of his eyes at Sandra. Why?

It came up at the get-to-gather. Sandra took a sip from the glass in her hand, before continuing. That’s good. She admired the drink in her hands. Anyways. Her eyes looked back at the cityscape of glass and metal before her eyes. Skylar’s mother seemed to know about it.

Well. Clay thought for a moment. It might have been a project they were working on. Clay knew very little about Skylar’s personal relationships with her family members. But he did know the Jackson name from a few articles he head read a while back. Skylar’s parents are very well-respected scientists.

Really. Sandra raised an eyebrow, like she was surprised. I had no idea.

He suggested. Maybe you should do some light reading, on your girlfriend's family.

You’re right. Sandra sighed. But you should have heard how they were talking about it. She darted her eyes down towards her feet, like she was about to tell him a secret. It was like, the phenomena was the only thing they had to share with each other.

Makes sense. Clay reminded her. Her mother has the kind of intelligence, which no one can even compare to. He sighed. The only people on our team, who might be able to have a decent conversation with Skylar’s mother is Leo and maybe Skylar herself.

Really. Sandra seemed surprised. Out of all of us. The kid with a major disability, has the best outcome for a decent conversation.

Despite what you might think. Clay reminded her. Leo is very high functioning, and we were able to see half of the information he sees daily, then our heads would explode.

Sandra wondered. Are you serious?

Deadly. He smirked. He’s able to see millions of digital data before his eyes, which we can never see.

That’s amazing. Sandra told him. How do you know so much about his ability?

Jimi. Clay tried to explain. He can’t see the digital screens and the computerized voice gets on his nerves. So he gets me to read the information for him.

Wow. Sandra sighed. I never thought of that.

Our whole team has their flaws and expertise. Clay reminded her. But I’ll ask Jimi if he heard anything about the phenomena.

Taking a step away from Sandra, Clay stopped. He felt a gentle touch of her hand on his shoulder. He darted his eyes towards her. Clay knew Sandra was going to tell him to drop it. He never met someone who was so transparent with their body language before.

A sigh rolled over his lips. Clay looked down towards his feet for a moment. He looked up at her.

Sandra said. What?

You’re going to ask me, to keep it to myself. He wondered. Aren’t you?

I’m that transparent. She wondered. Aren’t I?

Clay shook his head. Pretty much.

Walking away from the row of windows, Clay headed towards the sofa. He touched his fingertips onto the armrest. He stopped dead in his tracks. Clay looked over his shoulder at his friend. He had a feeling that something else was going on inside her head.

I meant nothing by that. Clay wondered if he hurt her feelings. I’m just really used to reading people. He placed his hand towards the back of his neck. I guess you can say, it’s like a seventh sense for me.

That’s alright. She admitted to him. I was just wondering about our newest member. She took another sip from her class. That Kay guy.

Yeah. Clay sat down onto the armrest of the sofa. What about him?

Sandra looked over her shoulder at Clay. She seemed to hold a tight grip onto her glass. Clay felt like she was angry at him, for not knowing what was going through her head.

He sighed. If this is about him being an assassin. He tried to guess what she was thinking. Then, you should know that he was only doing that, to free his sister.

And that makes it okay. Sandra walked away from the row of windows. She headed towards the chair across the lounge from Clay. For you to allow him to join the team.

Well. Clay admitted as he crossed his knees over each other. He has talents, which we might need on our mission.

Our mission is to capture him. She sat on the edge of the chair. And bring him to justice.

Don’t worry. Clay touched his hand onto the armrest before him. If he gets too out of control or even betrays us, he’ll go straight to jail. He told her. Think of this, as his way to give back to the nation he was trying to control.

Sandra said. But he’s from the confederation.

Clay lowered his eyes for a moment. He could tell that his friend had forgotten about his past. Clay had grown up inside the confederation’s walls as well. He knew how they brainwashed their citizens to believe that the world outside was nothing besides a wasteland. He crossed his arms over his chest. Clay knew his friend would need to explain herself to him.

Sandra glared at Clay with hatred in her eyes. Are you sure that we can trust him?

Clay knew Sandra had nothing she hated about him. Her hatred was with the nation, which he once called home. But after his escape from the Cleansing Ceremony, Clay knew the confederation was no place for him.

Why are you so resistant to working with him? Clay started her straight into her eyes. Is it because… He thought for a moment about the words he wanted to say. He’s from the confederation?

Sandra sighed. Yes.

Clay felt his teeth clenching together. He felt his hands on his arms clenching together. He knew many people in the New United States of America were oblivious to how the confederation kept control over their civilian population. Clay wondered if Sandra remembered where Clay came from.

Maybe you forgot. Clay lowered his eyes down to the glass surface of the coffee table. But I’m also from the confederation.

Looking up at his friend’s face, Clay saw what she was thinking. He knew she had made a mistake with the words she had used. Sandra looked at him, like she was stunned. She lowered her eyes down towards her hands. She clenched her hands together for a moment. Sandra folded her hands together before her lap. She let a soft sigh slither over her lips. She thought for a moment of what to say to her friend.

I forgot. Sandra admitted. And it’s not like I was saying, everyone from the confederation is evil.

But… He raised his hand up towards her. You were implying it.

Sandra told him. But you’re different from him.

Clay lowered his hand back down to his side. How? He leaned forward, like he was waiting for her to explain. Is it because I haven’t killed anyone?

Yes. Sandra thought she was getting somewhere with Clay. And he has killed three government officials that we know of.

Well. Clay knew the secret of each person in their team. No one here’s innocent. He saw the look on Sandra’s face, like she had no idea what he was talking about. I was forced to watch people, kill each other to obtain citizenship back into my nation. I was one of the lucky ones, who ran away and made it to the border with their life. He admitted to her. Not many people were able to get there.

Sandra lowered her eyes, like she had no idea about his past. I’m sorry.

And that’s not all. Clay looked at her. Iva had killed her father, when she first came into her powers. And then she was kidnapped and trafficked to Panama.

I know. Sandra admitted to him. I read her file. She saved some other non-humans, from being trafficked to South America.

Yeah. Clay knew what his friend had done to those who were in her way. And she killed hundreds of soldiers, who were in her way. He arched himself onto the armrest. And then, there’s Raven.

Sandra said. A witch.

You don’t know. Clay saw the look on Sandra's face, like she was clueless to where her power came from. She’s the daughter of Lucifer and a princess of Hell.

That doesn’t mean anything. Sandra told her. And besides, who gave you the right to tell anyone about their past.

Sue did. Clay told his friend. It’s a part of why I’m here. To keep everyone in check. He sighed. So, just a friendly reminder. We aren’t all the heroes we seem to be.

Clay stood up from the armrest of the sofa. He knew that Sandra would need a moment to think about everything he had told her. He hoped that he hadn’t said too much. Clay knew the secret Sandra was keeping as well. She had many of them.

Walking away from her, Clay wondered if Sandra was thinking about leaving the team. He knew that the truth about the team was heavy. They were not the heroes that the world wanted. None of them were perfect. Each one of them had a past, which they were trying to keep behind them.

Clay wondered if the announcement of their team would make each one of their past come to the surface. He lowered his head as he thought about what he had said. Clay knew the secrets in each one of their files, where's his to tell. He felt upset from how Sandra judged Kay, based on where he was from. He had a feeling that being forced to assassinate people, hadn’t helped him in her eyes.

Wait. Sandra stood up from her chair. Clay… She lowered her glass down onto the coffee table before her. Just, give me a second.

Clay stopped dead in his tracks. He looked over his shoulder. He saw the look on her face. Clay saw how she was trying to make everything make sense. He wondered if Sandra knew about the confederation’s plan.

He joined because of the information he provided us. Clay knew the information wasn’t confirmed yet. About a plan, the confederations has. He kept his head down as he told her. They plan on using the old ruins, as a way to invade the New United States of America.

Sandra’s eyes widened. Wait… She let a sigh slither over her lips. Why?

Clay looked over his shoulder at his friend. Because, I’m here.

The look on her face, told Clay everything he needed to know. He knew she was trying to understand what