The Legacy of Georgia of the Hills Part 3. Disaster At Yellowstone.

By Kendra Campbell

This is the third book in a series of three. This series begins with a volcanic network which possesses humans with a spirit of the hills and turns them into something we would no longer consider human. The story maps the progress of one particularly human and her fight to remain that way while some of her friends and her family have turned against her because they have become possessed. With the help of her true friends, she begins a war against the spirit which destroyed her family and the families of her friends

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Dec 6, 2014
• ISBN: 9781326111496

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Prologue

(Please note that due to this book being largely based in the USA, where possible, US English will be the main language)

The earth's volcanic network which has a 60,000 year eruption cycle has recently begun a new cycle causing chaos and destruction.

In the year 1995 in the Western calendar, a girl called Shelly Long went to school in Warminster, Wiltshire, England, and United Kingdom. She was just 17 years old when she and her family took some green tablets, tablets which had become very popular for their mind altering properties and the living volcano network of Hawaii , Iceland, Japan, UK and USA took over her mother's mind and appointed her mother, Mrs. Kathy Long the leader of the hill people, people whose sole purpose in their twisted lives was to assist with the destruction of humankind for the benefit of the earth (that is the volcanic view, anyhow). The leader is given a woolly ball of fibers and named number 0 in an unusual type of coronation.

Shelly's sister Ashley Long also turned into a hill person and took over from their mother when she was killed by resistant rebels in a difficult war between sane humanity and the tablet munching hill people. Shelly's father Frank became permanently deaf in the war of 1995 and was killed by the volcano in 2006. Her older sister Ashley, after being exiled for war crimes to the Netherlands a flat land where she could harm nobody, married another man of the volcano people named Sam and had a daughter named Kathy after the mother. Shelly met a number of people on her initial travels, first going to Hawaii where she met the first volcano people of this cycle. They had numbers not names, based on their house number. Their houses were all fireproof as they had a tendency to let off fire when angry. All the hill people from all cycles are now known to be maimed by water.

In Japan a secret agent of Korean descent and her colleagues had been watching the mountains and had noticed a number of goings on in a similar fashion to Hawaii. They found the genetic links to the affected weed users and found Shelly and a missing boy from Scotland Andrew Devereux who had been abducted by his Georgian grandmother and his father, who was a main trader of weeds in the ports. The mother of the child Andrew called Aisla comes from an Irish Catholic parish ran by Fr. McGonigill in Scotland and the priest and parishioners fled to the Shetland Islands when they heard about the possibility of a volcano in Edinburgh which had been predicted by an Icelandic refugee at the end of 1995. This volcano did not strike until December 2006.

In Warminster 1995 the volcano does become active, after a long war with Shelly and the military, it takes all the life from the earth in the form of prehistoric animals and the human left behind are forced to flee to non- volcanic lands. As mentioned earlier, Ashley and Sam are imprisoned in Netherlands for their involvement on the wrong side of the war. Shelly leaves to join the army full time and work on a project in Yellowstone Park, Wyoming USA ,a project that will help her understand the special plants involvement in the ecosystem which needs cleansing with chlorine resulting in salt pillars and acid rain. 

After the war, a new temporary leader called Dorothy Leadbeater was appointed, AKA Chloe George. Dorothy/Chloe was a Wicca and used hemlock in the conversion process that turns sane humans to hill people. Chloe successfully raised an army of dead volcanic war veterans from the initial conflict to assist her. The new group lead by Chloe George followed stone circles, ley lines and runes as guidance.

In 2004 the new leader begins her work in the UK as a Wicca business woman called Dorothy Leadbeater, owning new age shops and then changes her name to Chloe George. Her teams of witches tour the country as messengers and get people to take hemlock which is similar to the green tablets or Georgia weeds from 1995. The men die and are buried in order to shut them up and give the volcano some fertilizer, the women initiate more messengers. This is believed to have been a plan to rid the world of men who have become gorged with power since taking the original tablets. The Wiltshire police are infected badly.  A firemen at one of the major turning points Kevin Thompson, helps the police to understand the Wicca via a druid Elwyn Eynod (who is wanted by the police for knowing too much) and goes to Wales as a spy type character.

In the final part of this book, Andrew Devereux will be sixteen and will go to the USA where he will become powerful and help Ashley, a thirty on year old Shelly will be enslaved as Ashley's prisoner and make tanks again, but will set them up wrong so they only work for the allies and for her true self as she learned in her army career. The intelligence agent who is now in Canada will re-appear and help to find an anti-serum for the faulty protein. Work continues in the Yellowstone research facility without Shelly.

It is decided that the cause is lost because a volcano cannot be prevented from happening, though the people in the fallout zone could be rescued and the hill people could be chipped and vaccinated to prevent further catastrophe on such a grand scale. The practice of burying the dead in earth will be globally abolished and  replaced with burial at sea, cremation or clinical waste incineration.

Chapter 1

Suki Kamomoto

1995-1996 The Canadian experience

Suki was very busy; she had been since leaving the United Kingdom and taking on a new role in Canada. She still worked for the new secret service of Japan, but she was very tied into the Canadian way of life now. It had been, after all, ten years since she had left her Japanese life behind. She was busy looking at the work that the Americans were doing in the USA She had her satellite link up, but her boss Mr. K felt it was better for everybody if she were to do the job on the border. So she had been set up not far from Niagara falls. She had met many people in her ten years in Canada, but alas due to the nature of her work, permanent friendships seemed lacking. She didn't have a long term lover either. That could never work. A part of her felt bad for all those she had to leave behind. She usually had to give them a false name and phone number, a throw away phone not linked to her work in any way. She always disappeared when she had to. Sometimes leaving the border and moving across the state line.

On many occasions she had attempted to steer clear of that terrible and nightmarish word 'love'. Strangely, she was a very attractive woman with her slender physique and her high Asian cheekbones, a catch for any man- had she not been in the work she had been in.  She was there to watch, because she knew that the volcano of most interest in the world was situated in Yellowstone Park. It had been thought that the volcano itself had been dormant for many thousands of years, but her sources knew better. She had seen for herself the reports from the geologists hired by the Pentagon around Washington DC. She had a nifty way at getting into their data, it was called hacking and she had a gift for not getting caught! They had no idea what she was up to, but of course this was ten years ago. Things had very much changed since she flew out to Canada.

It was late January 1996 when she had flown out. She had flown from Tokyo under the name Jan Si Tuk and had even had a false passport from South Korea made up. She didn't look South Korean entirely. Of course she had it in her family so nobody even questioned her. She had learned the language fluently and had even managed to learn the customs and culture if asked. She sat in the departure lounge waiting for her flight to appear. It was an Air Canada flight stopping in Montreal. Flight AC798. She sat down, having already removed her weapons that had been a part of her Japanese life and would also cause a lot of security problems at customs. She would connect with a gunsmith in Toronto later. She was wearing a New York Yankees baseball cap, a pair of Levi Jeans and a large woolen cardigan under a large puffer jacket with snow boots. She was aware how cold Canada could get and she was no fat lady! She was a US size 6 and most of that was muscle built up from her martial arts training.

As the public announcement system signaled her flight was boarding, she put the book that she had been reading into her hand baggage. It was a general interest book about surviving in the extremes. It was written for civilians who had been caught in extreme weather without food, water or shelter. She read it for her own amusement really. She had been in far greater terror than that which had been mentioned in the book, yet she was curious to know what the civilian public authors were dishing out to the general public.       Chapter five, how to avoid animal attack, she had firmly decided that she would take the book onto the plane with her. She had read the first three chapters about signaling for help, making fire, making a bed for the night and the right food. She laughed out loud when she read the part about looking in your car for a small knife to cut the wood and a few people turned to give her strange and alarmed stares. She put her hands up apologetically.

And if you have any spare gas in your tank with a tool box or in a portable can, you may use it to start the fire easily, though be warned that a tow truck will now be required to take your car away as there will be no gas in the car. Check that you have enough cell phone battery to call your rescue supplier before using gas to start the fire. That was funny. What if you had been walking or running and hadn't brought your car? The book was based on an American experience where the reader had a car and didn't go walking and found themselves lost on a lonely highway at night and also they would have a degree in mechanical car works to get the gas out of the car.

She had one bag of hand baggage with her; the remaining bags had already gone onto the plane she hoped, because that was where they were supposed to go. She made her way along the carpeted plastic tube connecting the airport to the plane with a couple of hundred of other, mostly Japanese, passengers. She declined her first class complimentary drink as she entered the reserved area. She had noticed very few other passengers had opted for first class. Jan Si Tak, the South Korean was one of about twelve first class passengers and she was grateful she was not in economy as the flight was going to take around twelve hours. She was small and not very likely to acquire the condition Deep Vein Thrombosis, but she enjoyed the privacy and quietness that first class offered.

A hostess guided her to her seat and she sat in the silence that she craved on these types of journeys. Only once had she tried economy and she instinctively wanted to stab out a small child's eyes with her house keys. Being a good person inside she managed to restrain her impulsive temper far enough to appear to not move. She also wanted a few hours’ sleep as the flight itself would bore her. She had brought with her in her hand baggage some earplugs for the pressure and some approved medicine. It was rather unfortunate that she had to pretend she had a medical condition since dungs were not allowed on the plane, Jan Si Tak had a severe case of epilepsy, she even had a Medicare necklace around her neck, in the case she would have a fit in the air. Somehow her boss Mr. K had got a packet of epilepsy medication and taken the real medicine out, replacing it with a heavy sedative. She was in dire need of a good rest. She locked up her hand baggage, tucked the key inside her underclothes and took just one pill with a glass of water. She had to holler the cabin crew about the water as their trays were full of whiskey and champagne. She knew that one pill would rest her, but she needed to be woken very easily if her key were to go missing.

She had hoped that nobody knew her real identity on that plane, but she could never be one hundred percent certain. She counted to ten as is usual in these things. One, two, three, She was out like a light on three. She wasn't disturbed for eight hours, but when she awoke she found a note pinned to the back of the chair in front of her:

"Dear Jan,

We hope you are enjoying your flight with Air Canada, please if you would need any refreshment or meals press the hostess button on your chair. Enjoy the rest of your journey with Air Canada,

With Regards,

Cabin crew"

Well, thought Suki. I think I may fancy some food, but I don't want fatty meals. She pressed the hostess button and a well-dressed Canadian air hostess came walking gracefully along the aisle. Suki asked her about how she would go about getting a meal.

Do you have a menu or do we just ask for what we want? She wasn't sure how Air Canada worked. This was her first flight with them.

We have an executive menu, with an extensive wine list selected by a wine expert. Would you like to look at our menu and wine list? She did wish to see the food menu, but declined the wine list. Within a minute she received the menu. She looked at the time on her watch and noticed that she had been asleep for the majority of the journey. Unfortunately she was unaware where she was in flight, and suspected that she may be over the ocean. There were no indications as it was night outside and she had left her navigation tools in her main bag. As the meal was free she decided to save her cents and take the meal, rather than get one when she arrived, possibly at a time that was not a normal meal time. She had left Tokyo at 1700 and was estimated to arrive at 0045+ one day. She didn't really understand the +one day part since Canada was behind in the world clock system. Nevertheless, she was famished. In Tokyo 0045 would be well past lunch time! She selected fish and vegetables. She rarely ate red meat or dairy, preferring a healthier choice of protein in her diet, though she took a few supplements for iron. She was glad they had been so kind as to serve her meal so close to the end of her journey, but she supposed that is what she had paid for. She very much doubted that the economy passengers got such treatment. More than likely they would have to have their meals when the cabin crew told them it was a meal time.

In ten minutes her food had arrived. She was very pleased with what she received, a large piece of salmon, a plate of dressed salad and a warm bowl of steamed vegetables and a glass of fizzy apple juice. She only ever drank alcohol when she was on vacation and that wasn't very often. One must always be aware of the potential to be caught, kidnapped, killed, tortured or raped. Alcohol was a bitch for catching people off guard. She was right to choose that moment to eat. After the hostess had taken her meal away and she had eaten her fruit salad, she had two hours to read about trapping and killing grizzly bears for self-preservation (this was only if you had ran out of chocolate and potato chips prior to the AAA coming out) before takeoff at Montreal. It would be another internal flight for her to arrive at Toronto, Ontario where she would be staying for one night, before moving to her secret border location near the falls. Her mission came through to her as soon as they arrived on the Canadian mainland. Her boss Mr. K was adamant that she would be there for one thing and one thing only. She was to find the anti-serum for the faulty protein, a vaccine that would latch onto the rogue cells and kill them with as little damage to the victim as possible. For that she would need to get samples from the hospital, if not there then samples from the public health agency of Canada. Even small pox, a disease known to have disappeared had a vial at the CDC in the USA. So this terrible affliction that had affected the volcano dwelling nations should also have a vial somewhere.

The main problem was that it was a genetic flaw, not an infectious disease. It would need to be treated very delicately, just as cancer. In fact a cancer was probably the nearest related disease. It was in the victim, it was there from birth, the potential to grow and multiply and cause harm. It only came out in the adolescents and adults. Perhaps the body had grown tired of fighting and gave up at a certain point in development. She would need to find the children of the damned and get their serum and their DNA prepared. She remembered that child from Scotland, Andrew Devereux. She rescued him and sent him home last year 1995. She would make plans to get samples from him sent over. She could do that right away, it was mid-morning in Scotland by the time she had got to her hotel. Andrew's father was a very famous victim who was responsible for shipping the old drugs that exacerbated the illness, his mother was also a part of it although she was able to smell the badness in the drug and avoid it. Suki suspected that if the mother Aisla had been unable to smell the drug, that indeed the entire family may be dead now. She was very grateful and wanted Aisla's DNA also. Within twenty four hours she had heard from Aisla herself. She was now living on a remote Scottish island with her religious community of Irish Scots Catholics. She was 100% behind Suki's work and would do anything to sort out the mess that had destroyed her family and her community.

The wait for the samples took five days, though within that time Suki, AKA Jan had to get her accommodation prepared, rented a studio flat paid rent in cash no questions asked. Better to get a difficult landlord, not above board, possibly an immigrant one who does some dodgy business for his country folk. She of course had a work permit. Issued by the South Korean embassy, well, made by hand in Japan actually, but it looked real and was in all ways real even the issue number had been added via the hackers to the database. All was going well.  She was working for a laboratory, but based outside the laboratory. Everything had been arranged by her boss Mr. K. in Japan and she was to be a legitimate immigrant laboratory worker, but (and this is where the catch was), she was to be working in a laboratory that was ran and owned by the Japanese new secret service. It was called Genetelinks and was owned by her boss. It did secret business up until the time where the secret work was completed and it then went public. Once the vaccine went global, people found out it existed, but most of the covert research at the beginning was for the Japanese government.

The business financial team had their own accountants in Japan and it was always a registered company of Japan. This was to avoid tax and monetary issues that may expose it to the Canadian government in its early days. The cover worked for the duration of her stay in Canada. The team at Genetelinks got the samples within a week of Suki landing and took the DNA out for analysis. Somehow the DNA of Aisla had codons (a 3 nucleotide long strand of DNA that makes one type of amino acid, amino acids make proteins and proteins make things in people, all the codons that code for one gene are called the gene. A bit of basic human biology study may be required here, but trust me, I am right!) for a protein that goes into the brain of rabbits and stops them from eating Georgia weeds. They couldn't get a human to take the gene into their genome. It was unethical and they had nothing against the innocents of Canada. Some folk like being paid hundreds of thousands of dollars for doing medical research, but Genetelinks were doing a secret operation here. Mice and rabbits are all they had, but the control rabbits ate all the weeds and the lab team had to shoot them!  Healthy rabbits are very vegetarian mammals, they love green leafy plants. Quite possibly they are indiscriminate.

But the mice that are omnivores didn't want the plants. So Genetelinks just let them go and be used for other research, anyway, more about the rabbits. Genetelinks had twenty control rabbits, your bog standard (That's a UK term meaning boringly average and common) gray bunny; wild, untamed and natural, the any leaf is their next meal sort of rabbit. The lab managers felt the pet rabbits were too genetically altered and too tame for this to work, so their twenty natural rabbits were given the Georgia weeds that were still growing in a few parts of the world, though by now, there were only controlled areas for research. Too much was at stake for there to be any unregulated tests. The lab team got a vector (again if explanation is required, this is usually a bacterium or a virus that takes the piece of DNA making the new protein in this case a medicine into the host cell, a bit like getting a horse or taxi to carry your medicine bags from one city to the ill people in the next) to introduce the new gene (in this case a medicine) to the rabbit brain cells, a horribly altered rabies virus that in normal conditions makes the rabbits mental. They took out the majority of the bad genes, the ones causing massive brain damage from the rabies virus. Sadly, they had to use twenty control rabbits (these are rabbits that do not have protection, the cab containing the medicine bags isn't coming to them). They didn't survive and to cut a long story short, the lab team at Genetelinks waited to see if any differences occurred in the twenty control rabbits that ate the weeds (the illness) and the twenty that took the vector (the medicine). Now this is the fascinating part, the ones that took the vector (they took the medicine bags from the taxi when it got to its destination) didn't die and shunned all their meals that had the Georgia weeds (the illness) in them; it was as if the rabbits could see their dinner was poisoned.

The rabbits that ate the weeds and had no vector (there was no medicine taxi for them) became green-eyed and very distracted. They were found pinned to the opposite side of the cage to the side with their water bottle. They miraculously learned to speak in Welsh at least that is what our translators said when we sent them the recording.

You will not survive this, stop messing with nature. You cannot kill us, our mother lives and is eternal. They repeated this over and over again, pinned to their cages. Suki took a DVD recording and sent it away for future use. Five of the faulty rabbits were retained as evidence and the remainders were drowned. The five were locked up out of site and fed with cabbages to see if they would go back to their usual selves. They didn't. Then they put them with the sick rabbits. The sick rabbits tried to convert the cured rabbits, to no avail. In fact within two months all the rabbits were healthy and shunning the weeds. It was surprising to see that in fact the well rabbits were now dishing out the medicine to the sick rabbits (all in a biological system, there isn't really a taxi with medicine bags).

Now the good scientists had to write their findings down. What they did, how they did it, what they used and the results. It was all very professional, but the paper was not published that year.

The only trouble now was how they would get this vector (medicine) into people. Suki had heard from Shelly that she was looking at changes in Yellowstone Park fauna and flora and felt it would be a good idea with her help, if the lab team at Genetelinks could get some of the animals she was working with and take them. Genetelinks could give them the vector (medicine) which reproduced naturally and they could cough and splutter and spread it around. I think in another life this is called biological war, but Suki and the lab at Genetelinks were doing it for the goodness of nature. So in March of 1996 Suki flew to Wyoming to meet up with Shelly again.

Chapter 2

March 1996. Suki meets Shelly at Yellowstone Park

Suki left Toronto at 10:35AM that morning. She had become familiar with many Canadian airports since arriving in the country. She never used a true passport identity though. This was always necessary since she was never supposed to be linked in any way to the Japanese intelligence services. Now, she was officially a research scientist. She even had her false Ph. D. which had been issued by Mr. K and his contacts that once worked at the University of Stanford a doctorate which wasn't even real, but they forged the paperwork very well, and indeed they had been very clever in their research to ensure that the alumnus on the certificate was indeed once a student at Stanford. They got around the possibility that the original student may still be using the passport by deleting her address records from the national archives using their grade A hackers in Tokyo. As far as the airline crew and the US federal services were concerned. The student with a Ph. D. in molecular genetics now lived in Canada and was working at the research institute that Mr. K. had set up, the official version not the private facility that was in operation.

She supposed one day the student may complain that she was the original person who actually lived in the home Suki was now officially living in, showing ID such as mortgage documents and invoices for gas and water. However, the passport record the student had been issued with had also been altered and the new photo displaying Suki's head was now in it's place. This would put the real Dr. Jane Helen Jenkins in a very difficult position. In fact a few weeks after her false ID had arrived, the local news had reported an identity thief of unknown name. She wasn't a known criminal prior to these events. Nobody had bothered to store her DNA or fingerprints anywhere and she wasn't famous. Dr. Jenkins had been mentioned in a few papers in the journal called New England Journal of Medicine. Playing a bit part role in the genetic aspects of a few patients with severe chromosome abnormalities, she was an assistant to one of the leading genetics professors in the USA. That was her first job after qualifying. She made it after the position attracted four thousand newly qualified Ph. D. graduates, the applicants, or so she had been told had been from all over the world. Suki had learned all of this through a report Mr. K. had produced. It was important to know your counterpart before feigning their personality, career and identity.

Now she had mysteriously changed job and had stopped working for the genetics professor. The real Dr. Jenkins was dismissed with immediate effect from her job for providing fake papers at the interview and all her work discredited. She was locked away in a state prison awaiting trial at The Supreme Court. Suki was not bothered. She waited by the baggage counter while she watched the CNN on the monitor. There was no news on the fake Dr. Jenkins today, it was mainly about the Canadian Liberal Party member Brian Tobin and his work in Newfoundland after he became elected in February, the satellite Anik-E1 malfunctioning and the federal assault on the deficit. Her bags did not go over the desired load. She did not need a visa, having been a USA citizen her whole