The Promise Keepers

By Lloyd Wheatley

The promise Keepers is a fictional action drama with elements of love and fantasy. Mysteries of enormous possible religious consequences, meshed with spies, counterspies, murder, and mayhem all brought on by the villain characters trying to be victorious in their pursuit of capturing and controlling the scientific prize.
It follows the life of a highly accomplished scientific microbiologist genius, Dr. Moto Danzier, and his female counterpart Dr. Carmen Jones. The main characters are challenged after they create a formula that allows humans to live on land and underwater. The lure of greed and lust for power by the Russians, Germans, Chinese, and U.S. Government, to weaponize the formula and create Super Soldiers, sets off a chain of conspiracies in the intelligence community.
F.B.I. special agents and elite Marines work together to stop the theft of the formula with our main characters as they are forced to expose their alter egos as Highly Trained Assassins working under the authority of a secret Black Ops section of the U.S. Government. The formula is put in the only place where it can be "Kept" safe from man to allow the "Promise" of God's prophecy to be fulfilled. Imaginatively written and delightfully entertaining with humor, sensuality, and suggestive adult dialog, the reader is sure to be pleased by the many mind-bending twists rooted in the plot.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookBaby
• Release date: Nov 13, 2020
• ISBN: 9780967252292

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Copyright 2020 by Lloyd J. Wheatley

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Introduction

The promise Keepers is a fictional action drama with elements of love and fantasy. It follows the life of a highly accomplished scientific microbiologist genius, Dr. Moto Danzier and his female counterpart Dr. Carmen Jones. The main characters are challenged after they create a formula that allows humans to live on land and underwater. The lure of greed and lust for power by the Russians, Germans, Chinese and U.S. Governments, to weaponize the formula and create Super Soldiers, sets off a chain of conspiracies in the intelligence community.

The profound effect of those conspiracies leads to betrayal among top governmental and military leaders, spies and counterspies in and out of the government. It eventually leads to murder to cover up the identity and trail of the Mole in the Pentagon and the Mob Boss whose influence reaches deep within and around the world. F.B.I. special agents and elite Marines work together to stop the theft of the formula with our main characters as they are forced to expose their alter egos as Highly Trained Assassins working under the authority of a secret Black Ops section of the U.S. Government. The formula is put in the only place where it can be "Kept safe from man to allow the Promise" of prophecy to be fulfilled. Imaginatively written and delightfully entertaining with humor, sensuality and suggestive adult dialog, the reader is sure to be pleased from the many mind-bending plots and twists.

Dedication

To the people who gave all their heart, soul and diligent efforts to make sure us, as a people, are safe from the potential harms that may arise. To the parents of children born and yet to be born, in this world, keep your focus on the greatest gift to mankind, LOVE . Without it we as a people will surely perish.

This is not a misguided thought. In fact, feelings of love usually begin from a purely selfish motivation. But in its infancy, it captures us all, without limitations, without repentance, without fear or prejudice. It then grows so large that even if one had the time to try and narrow the range of a universal love they would spend a lifetime trying to perfect it? What would be the point of spending such time? Your life would have passed you by unless you are with that special someone. If not, you would be caught up in the mental and not the physical. In other words just don’t stand there thinking about a problem, do something to correct it! Strive for perfection in whatever you do and always keep the FAITH!

J.

KJVRev Chapter 7 vs 12; Saying:

"Wisdom and Power be unto our GOD forever and ever. AMEN!"

Table of

Double Check

Perfect Timing

Busting Loose

Joint Venture

Who’s Watching

Identify the Enemy

Trust

Mistaken Identity

Necessary Alliances

Wedding Bells Be Ringing

And Then They Meet

Home Is Not What It Use To Be

Not Going To Wait

We Finally Got Our Man

Family Matters

No Honor Among Thieves

Putting the Pieces Together

Finally We Meet

Money

Here’s What We Can Do

Let’s Do It

And Then There Was One

When We All Get Together

True Power

Double Check

We open our story with a well known microbiologist Mokenyahto ( Mo-ken-yah-toe ) Danzier, a highly recognized specialist in his field, who is often referred to as Dr. Moto in the scientific community is now confined to a hospital bed at Thule Greenland Air Force Base. How is this possible you ask? Let’s go back a bit and see who This Doctor is and how did it come to this?

Dr. Moto and other specialists were commissioned by the (Central Intelligence Agency) C.I.A. and the top brass at the Pentagon to work on the code (Green) project. This project is top secret. It is a deadly biological chemical weapons system, designed from Dr. Moto’s original formula know as Serum 22-13). He developed it during college and received several high accolades in the scientific community. He chose to stay in the U.S. and improved the formula while training with the C.I.A. at Area 51 and Quantico, Va.

Serum 22-13 was meant to be a gift, in hopes to be used by mankind to save him from future extinction as a human race by one day being able to live above and below the water surface. Such an ambition was note worthy enough to catch the attention at an international level which made Moto one of the top recruits from college to several nations.

Think of it, each nation imagining what the possibilities would be if they could get possession of the newly developed serum. Conventional wisdom says that, with such a serum and its potential evolution of mankind as a species along with the great potential of wealth possibilities would be enormous. Not to mention governments would consider population control including genocide in some cases, along with science and technology potential was something each country wanted. Think of the power of that and how much influence one could have over the entire world? A military so powerful it would redefine the term superpower. Nuclear weapons alone would not be good enough and no ordinary soldier would stand a chance against a person or country with such power.

Moto chose the United States over the other country’s offers. He completes his training and is commissioned in the United States Air Force for his Doctorate in his field and is currently the rank of O-5 (Lt. Colonel) with a promise of promotion to O-6 (Bird Colonel) in a few years, based on how impactful his work will be.

He and his wife have a beautiful home in Prince George County Maryland and their children are attending one of the top private schools in the D.C. Metro area. Dr, Moto’s picture would often grace the cover of science magazines for his genius work in his field.

The Air Force was proud to have the youngest highest ranking officer of all branches and it did wonders for their image and promotional advertisement for other young graduates to follow. Lt. Colonel Moto was often asked to be the keynote speaker at many events. There was talk of him being an astronaut candidate in the very near future.

During his fast pace career in the military he learns that the Military want a combat weapon to use as a counter-strike against known terrorist who had successful aggressive campaigns against the United States. This would be done by developing and deploying a highly toxic and lethal chemical weapon campaign on the enemy’s land bases by infiltrating their organization. The coordination for the campaign would be through the Secretary of State and the Intelligence community at the Pentagon.

The means amounted to the use of paid informants, double agents, political envoys such as ambassadors to the country with family members as undercover C.I.A. agents, skilled mercenaries or when necessary, secret supersonic aircrafts delivering precision air strikes that can destroy their whole camp with this new chemical weapon in a matter of seconds.

Such actions were usually explained as miss-guided mission aircraft due to improper coordinates on a training exercise. The pentagon knew the public usually accepts some military blunders. What’s more important than the blunder is there must be an explanation for the use of any explosive hardware so if the strike attack is seen by any media and reported on their news cycle without the white house’s knowledge, it would give the impression that the President of the U.S. was not responsible for such attack, but rather a military mistake with no one person to blame. This type of thing just couldn’t go away without an explanation.

Not many were in the loop of communication or told information about the project. This was largely due to the fact that if it were deemed necessary to activate the program a political debate was not part of the process. After the constant stalling between the two parties (Republicans & Democrats) in Washington, each trying desperately to be seen as the hero of public opinion, it would take a miracle to get everyone to agree in a timely fashion. That’s why the decision to execute the plan had to be done with the utmost of secrecy and under the guidance of the Secretary of State, Defense Secretary along with the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs.

Under the executive order to protect the President from public damage he must be kept away from any knowledge unless it was absolutely necessary such as when the two Secretaries could not agree on a plan of action and the tie breaking vote would be the President. The Chairman of the Joint Chiefs did not have any voting power. He was there in the event the Defense Secretary or the Secretary of State was missing. There would always be at least two to confirm any mission or orders.

Once the President is involved, there would be no doubt that he is the one and only one to make the decisions and he alone would bear the full responsibility for the mission. He will provide an answer to the American people.

Back to the story of the good doctor Moto, lying in his hospital bed not sure of what has happened? He’s trying to get up and go to the bath room but unable to move. He thinks this is a dream and he will wake up soon. We will let you be the judge of that. You see, it all began like this:

Dr. Moto wakes up from the sound of a steady beeping sound. He notices that it is not an alarm clock. Instead it is the sound of an Electrocardiogram unit he’s connected to. His conscience and sub-conscience mind is blurring together along with blurred eye vision. He started to try harder in his mind to understand. His thoughts became clearer until he was able to think, has something happened that needs to be explained??? He finally was able to settle his mind on his immediate surroundings.

He realizes he’s lying in a hospital bed with a plastic tent over him which is receiving oxygen through several hoses affixed to the tent. He notices blurry images of what appears to be people in the room. There is an Intravenous unit hooked to his arm and he’s strapped down by several restraining belts. He thinks his lips are moving when he says, Why am I here? But he’s not able to as his motor skills to speak are gone and he’s not able to move his mouth. Doesn’t anyone hear me? Let me up? I’m fine. I just need to go to the bathroom and a little water for my dry mouth. Then he’s hit with pain as he switches his thoughts wanting something the pounding headache he came to know. Yeah, Yeah, when I get this pain out of my head I’ll be ready to get back to work, he kept thinking. Hey, How come they’re not looking at me while I’m talking?

Dr. Moto is referring to blurred images he sees. The images turn out to be two nurses in the room with him. Their names are JoAnn and Roslyn. Then he hears one of the nurses speaking which was JoAnn. She was the head nurse saying, "It’s a shame. I think he will probably die like the rest of them. I heard he was in line for a promotion soon. He was to head up the science department at NASA Space Center which oversees the special operations section of the microbiology laboratory in Maryland. Now I doubt if he will ever leave this place alive.

Roslyn shook her head in agreement and said, Hum, you’re right, it is a shame. Then Roslyn looked at JoAnn while still shaking her head up and down to entice JoAnn to agree with her as her eyes were much widened when she said, I heard the crew and the mission they were on was Top Secret! It’s too bad they didn’t have time to react before it became a life or death emergency."

JoAnn’s mouth opened as she was totally surprised by Roslyn’s words and said in a hush quite manner, shut your mouth girl, are you sure? Roslyn kept nodding in the affirmative and started to roll her eyes and pucker her lips as if she was about to kiss someone when JoAnn said, That is terrible! Well if we are going to keep sitting here we better get comfortable. It’s cold and damp in here with these bodies. I’m going to get my coat. Can you watch that thing over there (pointing at Dr. Moto)?

Roslyn said sure, while she sipped a bit from her cup of hot coffee . She then told JoAnn after a large Culp, Don’t be long. Dr. Moto after hearing them exhaled and managed to glance down at his body and saw what they saw. He was horrified!

How could this be? he thought. My mind is functioning and I can understand myself but I am unable to verbally communicate. Wait a minute wait just a minute! Moto desperately began to think harder. As he ponders over his thoughts and begins to replay what he last heard on the plane, I seem to remember the pilot saying, May Day! May Day! This is fox-trot alpha four seven, en route to Goose Bay Air Force Base. We are at the fourth position on your map. We are losing altitude. Experiment has breached the containment chamber. I say again, the containment chamber has been breached! May Day! May Day!

Motto said, The experiment has breached the container. No, no, no, nooooo. NO! He then remembers a loud explosion of some kind not knowing that the aircraft has slammed into the icy water surface immediately crushing the cockpit and killing the pilot, co-pilot and navigational/engineer. The sudden impact sent a massive amount of icy water and glass fragments from the windshield into the aircraft.

As the water rushed into the plane, circuits began to short out and then came more explosions as the wings and engines hit the icy surface. Fuel in the fuselage ignited from the tremendous impact. The flames rushed into the air lighting up the sky in the darkness while sounds of the impact and explosions echoed in the air. It made it easy for the flight tower to pin point the location of the downed aircraft.

Motto remembers he felt like he was drowning in a cold liquid. After that, he couldn’t remember a thing. A lifetime career of research and it has come down to this.

Suddenly Moto’s mind began to drift. He thought how peaceful he felt at the moment. He has never experienced such a peace in his life before. There was no more pain, no sense of time. He was desperately trying to remember. He then thought, there’s something terribly wrong. I can sense the presents of another with me. Like two souls in the same body. Could it be??? At that moment Moto began to see what appeared to be a bright light and thus his mind, soul and his sprit journey begins as he describes the feeling as floating in mid air.

The images reflected in his mind were in full color and it was a record of his life flashing before him. He thought. Yes, yes, I remember. He then thought, as long as I can remember, I can get better. I’ll just keep concentrating on what I know. Let’s see it looks like we are here…… 19……all began…..

It was the early part of 1972. He remembers he was excited with the anticipation of graduating from high school and trying to figure out which college he would attend. Moto became comfortable and thought, "It seemed not too long ago that I was a little boy back home in central Africa and playing with my cousins and friends in the village. All was fine until…… the DISCOVERY?

The Discovery was kept secret and far away from most of the world. You see it was in the midst of the Congo Basin on the continent of Africa. It is the most dense, uncharted and uninhabitable area on the plant. Geologist and anthropologist have long wondered about this area and have sought after the possible find for decades. But, this find was like no other known to man. It was hard to let many know about it. You see, a find or better referred to in the scientific community as a Discovery had a unique reputation.

Some of the Discoveries of the past have brought instant death to the warriors that chose to be scouts for mercenaries and lead exploration expeditions. What appeared to be an ecological find of ancient time, has at times, had serious consequences attached to them. It was believed that a curse followed the item and killed those men.

Moto remembered how the village people worshiped the village priests. They made sure that the secrets of the find from the central crypt stayed from the outside world. The find was put back in the Congo in the holy temple my ancestors built. It was said that only God’s messenger was worthy to touch it and reveal the message written on the scroll which was referred to by many as The word of God.

In spite of this, there continued to be would be thrill seekers in the form of hunters and scientist making their way through the village in hopes of locating the temple. They came from around the world with an assortment of valuables in hopes to buy the favor of anyone knowing information of the main treasure that was rumored to be in the form of a case or small box.

The person (s) with the greatest persuasion would emerge as the victor and seize the richness and beauty of the case, not to mention the secrets of its contents. It is widely believed that the case is deity. Whoever obtained the case would be able to open it and upon successfully interpreting the meaning would have Ultimate Power! It was and is still believed that the one who possess the information would instantly have a purified soul and his sprit would be full of truth and power. Such a person would surely be invincible. Such a person would be like God himself.

The treasure case was described as tubular shaped cylinder about a foot long with writing of which was later determined to be a language dating back to the Zoroaster’s. It included some original, Latin, Greek and Hebrew languages carved along the outside starting from the right tip read to the left center, then picking up the second meaning from the center continuing to the left tip. All three languages were needed to interpret the writing. At best it’s been determined to mean the number 5. No one knows why? Or what 5 is supposed to mean. Several cross reference books and an interpreter will be needed to authenticate the writing.

The tube was made of pure white polished ivory and had precious gems of rubies, diamonds, emeralds and pearls, embedded the length of the case. The gems lay in a path of raised gold evenly spiraled from the end to the center. The case was perfectly balanced. The edges were smooth and rimmed with a heavy layer of the purest of gold. The case appeared to have two parts joined at the center with a massive solid gold seal. The center seal that held the case shut was a ring a half inch thick, two inches wide.

There were carved leafs on a vine etched on the center seal ring with more precious gems at the very tips of the leaves. It has something inside the case. The only way to get the contents is to break the seal and remove the scroll inside. Since the jeweled case was passed among the men in the expedition, whoever touched the case with their bare hands, a serious fatal plague befell them and they ultimately died. Sometimes death came over a period of time but often times immediately.

It was said some of the men who were next to the ones who held the case were blinded by a bright light which put them in permanent darkness. Others lost their minds and went screaming off into the jungle. Witnesses described what was later determined to be an intense fire sweeping out of nowhere with the speed of high winds with sounds of lightning, darting around trees in the jungle and cutting through their bodies. Quickly incinerating their flesh off their bones before their bodies hit the ground. Their bones were then pulverized to powder being blown by a sudden powerful wind leaving no trace of their existence.

Although there were men standing beside one another, some were spared and others were not. No one knew why it happened that way, initially. Then it was discovered that only the people who touched the case were utterly destroyed. I guess it’s like that old saying; you can look but don’t touch! Moto’s ancestors were able to use wooden tools they made specifically to handle the case and put it on a piece of cloth made into a small hammock and placed it in the wooden chest made by the village priest.

Moto remembers he would go to the temple with his grandfather and worship God every week and before any change of season. They did this because they depended on Mother Nature to be kind to them so they would have a full and bountiful harvest of their seasonal crops. Moto started young believing God is the ruler of all things including Mother Nature. He remembers all was fine until the temple was broke into by a rebel tribe sent by some Europeans who were desperately trying to seize the case.

Again, none of the warriors made it out of the inner chamber of the temple. Like each time before the hunters died immediately but, then there was a change. The plagues began to fall on our village. I guess it was a form of punishment for allowing the temple to be broken into by dereliction of duty to guard it at all times.

The last plague before we moved was the worst I’ve ever experienced. It came in the form of large flesh biting locus, four inches in length and two inches thick. There were so many so quickly. They ate everything in their path. They even ate the hair off your scalp and the clothing off your body. We had to run to the river and get under the water to avoid being bitten to death while they passed through.

Several of our elderly did not make it. I remember the old man next door to us was covered with locus. He was dead and all of his flesh was almost completely eaten off his bones in twenty minutes. After a couple of hours or so the locus disappeared suddenly just like they came. By summer’s end my parents had enough and moved to Baltimore Maryland in America.

I was glad we came to America. I heard some of the best schools in the world were here. At one time it looked as if I would not get the chance to attend college. We were very poor and it was hard to find work as we also had trouble speaking the language. We were very fortunate of an ironic twist where my father was hired and worked at the ship yard unloading ships at the dock in east Baltimore arriving from Africa.

The foreman took a liking to my father and asked that he stay over one evening to talk. He had an Idea for my father. The Foreman name was Chuck. He thought my father could be an asset as my father spoke the language of most of the mates on the ship. Off loading those ships would be a lot easier and faster, he told my dad.

Since Chuck was quick tempered and a bit paranoid from drinking too much Old Grand Dad 100 proof. He needed my dad in more ways than he lead on. The reason he gave to my dad was not the true reason he needed him.

You see, Chuck often believed the men were making fun of him and he hated it so that he would cuss under his breath as a means of coping with his anger until he was made to stop by hitting something and often putting his hand on the handle of the gun he kept in his desk. It got so bad Chuck was almost fired for going off over nothing in reality. He wanted proof of his suspicions so he would be justified for kicking someone’s teeth in or set foot in their butt or worst he would often say. Chuck needed my father around to either confirm or deny his suspicions so that the last laugh would be his on these foreign S.O.B.’S he calls them.

Chuck could get them fired or worst have them beat up for getting smart and thinking he was dumb. So, he hired my father. Yeah, I know, it was paranoid and ignorant thinking on Chuck’s part. Anyway, my father never told on anybody even when they were making fun of Chuck. My father just brought home the money for his family. What else was he to do in such difficult times?