Sanctuary Island

By James M. DeHaven

What if certain people gained control of the President? What if their control was lost and the President went rogue? This band of 500 people prepared for the worst. They were not expecting the President to collapse with "Nukes" in the air. The just sworn in first female President has only moments to make decisions that will affect the world. The 500 people on the island waited with apprehension. What will be the outcome? What would you do?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Aug 10, 2019
• ISBN: 9780359846726

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Sanctuary Island

SANCTUARY ISLAND

Sanctuary

Island

By

JAMES M DEHAVEN

© 2019 by James M DeHaven

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Copyright 2019 by James M DeHaven

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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Sanctuary Island

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Author: James M DeHaven

ISBN:   978-0-359-84672-6

First Edition: August 2019

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Research everything. Seek the truth."

- James M DeHaven

CHAPTER 1

"Come here Fletcher. Good boy."

I patted him on the head, fluffed his ears and then motioned for him to lay down on the edge of the carpet that surrounded my desk. He obeyed, looking up at me with those concerned eyes, but I kept standing and turned to look out of my window. The palm trees swayed in a gentle breeze and the bright blue cloudless sky made it all seem like the paradise it really was here. Yet I knew better.

The dog was restless due to the unseen and unfelt tremors that only dogs could sense. When Fletcher had suddenly got up from his nap and circled and looked at me with apprehension in his eyes, I knew. Everyone knew what was going on, but few spoke of it. We were all anxious, but to review the state of world affairs too much with each other did not help anyone at this stage.

Ever since the U.S. President started publicly duking it out with the news media and with his tweets against the North Korean leader, everyone became scared of what might happen. Surely, we all thought, he would not be idiotic enough to carry through with his threats.

But this lightweight was not a typical President and had thus far alienated most of our allies throughout the world due to his obvious lack of intelligence, common sense awareness and frequent use of bully tactics.

What were left were the other wing nuts of the world that had more nuclear capabilities than brains.

Everyone knew this but the infighting within the U.S. had not produced enough votes to impeach this farce of a President we were now stuck with.  And even if they did, there wasn’t much left to choose from as a replacement. No one of any moral character seemed to want to run for public office.  The relentless attack on their persona was inevitable, and most qualified candidates chose to shy away from the process, thus losing any possibility of a candidate of high character and intelligence. There were only a few elected in history, and they were now few and far between, which was even more evident now.

Things were getting worse on a daily basis. Both sides were polarized and nothing was getting accomplished.

That is why we searched out this island, in fear of what could happen and that it could lead to mass destruction and maybe even world war III.

Turk and Dom, members of our group, and both scientists, had studied the effects of nuclear fallout around the world should such an event happen. They worked closely with Dr. Angela Brannon, our nuclear physicist, and all were in agreement with her hypothesis.  There weren’t many places to hide if an event happened. In fact, there was no place that was safe. But they found this unnamed island in the southern hemisphere that as yet had not been re-identified.

Given its’ mountain streams of clear water, lush tropical growth and abundance of caves, it seemed to fit our current needs with a great deal of reworking on our part.

We are a small band of patriots. All of us believe in the innate goodness of mankind. And we believe in our country. However, we know that a lie told loud and long enough is soon believed. And people, like sheep, will hear what they want to believe.

The 500 or so of us who built this community over two years of bringing supplies to this remote island have a common belief; that mankind will endure despite the ravings (and actions) of madmen. And to ensure our survival we have arrived here, to what we call Sanctuary Island, in the hopes that we can withstand a nuclear holocaust. 

Events so far have indicated that we have made the correct decision.  The trigger-happy wing nuts now in charge seem to be testing the old Nixon Madman Theory, that hovering over and threatening to use the nuclear button will cause the opponent to give in.  It never worked in the past and so far, it has not been the case for current politics either.

Looking out my small window, I think back on what a huge production it has been to gather and transport innumerable supplies of all kinds to this island.

Shelter and medical necessities were one thing, but the electronic equipment to monitor and track the world events before, during and after an attack was monumental. Especially trying to get it all out of our respective countries unnoticed.  Little by little, person by person, we managed. I give each one of our group huge praise for the execution of their respective specialties. The question, however, remains in everyone’s mind…can we really survive?

Dr. Brannon, (Angela) seems to think so. Based on her calculations, if just the two most vociferous imbeciles decide to push their buttons and the rest of the world remained calm, we should.

Yet, given the tensions over recent years of so many third world idiots trying to develop nuclear weapons, who knows who and how many would join in the game of button pushing.

We chose to believe Angela.  We’ve dug down deep, rebuilt and reinforced our old and new shelters into the mountains. Our equipment and power systems seem to be working fine and at maximum capacities.

And food supplies seem enough for our plans as well. We should be ok for many years. At the moment, with all this underground sable rattling, it is unclear how it will all work out. Every time one of those wing nuts conducts an underground test, Fletcher feels it. But, for now at least we feel safe, no matter how many times the dogs whine and circle in place. The look on their (the dogs) faces mirrors what we all feel inside. When and what if…God only knows.

Mr. Abrams, is it ok to take Fletcher outside to play for a while? Mom told me to ask you first, asked Nate Beacher. He was Janice’s oldest at twelve.

Sure Nate, just don’t wander too far from the shelter and keep a close eye on Fletcher. He seems rather nervous this morning, I replied.

You bet I will Mr. Abrams, and thanks, replied Nate as he scooped up Fletchers leash having made it half way out of the shelter door as he finished his reply.

I returned to my duties after my short daydream of looking out the window as I reminisced about the last couple of years. A lot had happened to get us to this point and to this place.

CHAPTER 2

I had been reviewing my group of the Special Council members. The list was sitting in the middle of my desk, typed out on a single sheet of paper.

Gen. Nick Abrams – Marine General Retired-

Group Leader – USA – (Me)

Dr. Angela Brannon – Nuclear Physicist

– England

Dr. George Turkhiem Turk – Computer Scientist

– Germany

Dr. Dominic Terfazzi – Dom – Earth Scientist

– Italy

Dr. Steve Beacher Rico– Molecular Scientist

- Australia

Dr. Janice Beacher – Oceanographer

– England (Nate Beacher – their son.)

Dr. Molly Seachrist – Doc – Psychologist

– Canada

Dr. Stanley Kuholski – Beaker – Chemist

– USA

Dr. Leah Snow – Bunny - Marine Biologist

– USA

LCdr. Randall Sullivan - Boom-Boom

– Deep Op Special Forces - MI6 Retired - England 

These ten made up our Special Council. Talented - every one of them, and I trusted any one of them with my life. Any problems, questions, suggestions and concerns of any kind were brought to us, the Special Council, via the heads of each unit of specialty.  Plus, we have Pete Johnson & Bill Hutchison, our communication and tech system experts. I feel very lucky to also have them with us on the island.

This council has calmly and with the utmost care and scientific approach solved all the logistical problems this band of 500 has brought forth…so far.

Given the number of recent underground tremors, it will remain to be seen how they will handle what will surely come next.

For the most part, all 500 of us get along well. We have a common goal and common interest in life continuing in a civilized manner. However, every group has its own peculiarities and problems. I was lucky that, so far, things remained calm.

I thought again about the logistics we solved in getting so much supplies and building materials here. It was amazing. We have accomplished so much in such a short time. There are many skilled workers in our group as well. Each one has a specialized talent.

Turk had re-discovered this island by accident. He was a history buff and came across it in some rare papers he was studying regarding old German military science.

He found that this island was going to be used as a former base that the Nazi’s had built during the war. It had been long forgotten in history due to never having been used or completed by them and, for being so far from civilization.

It had been abandoned even before its completion due