Hellfire Ii: The Reclamation

By Rodney Green Sr.

Brogan is back! Satan, disguised as Brogan, has used several souls from, Hellfire-The Harvest, in order to throw the entire world into chaos on an apocalyptic scale. His team consists of an IT geek, an Army general, Ten world delegates, and the return of Gabrielle Milos, the harlot that seduced Kevin, the IT geek. Brogan discovers that a professor has the plans needed to restore the earths satellite and computer systems and orders his execution. However, the professor conceals this information in a special place that only his longtime friend and colleague, will know to look. With these world restoration plans now in the right hands, the professors friend, Malcolm seeks the aid of several others in order to restore the world. They will be known as, The Reclamation Force. Satan will stop at nothing to hunt down and eliminate this team. He will even employ a force from hell itself to find these members. The Reclamation Force soon find out that they are not alone in this mission. Things eventually go biblical as a final showdown is imminent. In book one, evil wins. Will evil continue to win in book two?

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Feb 10, 2018
• ISBN: 9781546226727

Rodney Green Sr.

Rodney Green Sr. is a certified alcohol and drug counselor (CADC) who currently works in Kearny, New Jersey. He currently lives in Nutley, New Jersey. This book is dedicated to the memory of my son, Devon. He was taken from this world too soon.

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Published by AuthorHouse 02/09/2018

ISBN: 978-1-5462-2674-1 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-5462-2673-4 (hc)

ISBN: 978-1-5462-2672-7 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2018901563

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This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, names, incidents, organizations, and dialogue in this novel are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

Contents

Prologue

Part 1 Hell’s Turn

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Part 2 Hell on Earth

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Part 3 God’s Reclamation

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

Chapter 43

Chapter 44

Chapter 45

Chapter 46

Chapter 47

Chapter48

Epilogue

About the Author

Prologue

Location: 1113 Hummingbird Court, Plainsboro, New Jersey; the home of Professor Edwin Moorehouse, a computer analysis instructor at the Hun School in Princeton, New Jersey.

The professor is in his spare room, typing a letter on his computer to an old friend and former colleague. He has been trying to get in touch with him for several days now via phone and has been unsuccessful. His nervousness has caused him to make several typos, which begin to frustrate him, although his anxiety is—without a doubt—warranted. He pours himself another drink and attempts to call his friend one more time. An answering service intercepts the call, and Edwin, now agitated, slams the phone down. He resumes the writing of the letter, becoming even more nervous than before. He glances over at his hard drive, staring at the flash drive resting by the printer.

His radio is playing the news in the background—something to do with a new satellite called COMSTAT-3XT being launched into orbit. This new satellite will replace one of the many satellites currently in low orbit, and it will receive uplinked radio signals from Earth’s satellite transmission stations. It’s more advanced with stronger amplification transponders to coordinate and assist other satellites from other countries as well. In regards to this new satellite, the professor thought, My God, it’s really happening.

The professor completes the letter, inserts the flash drive into his hard drive, and downloads the letter. Once completed, he pulls the flash drive from the hard drive and walks over to his library, pulling one of his favorite books from the shelf. He has already cut out a small trench in the middle of the book, and then he places the flash drive inside. It’s a perfect fit. Finally, he replaces the book on the shelf. He returns to his desk and attempts to contact his friend one last time. Once again, the voice mail intercepts the call. This time he has no choice but to leave the message he was so reticent to do.

He starts, Hello there, my friend. I want to apologize for being so esoteric with this message, but in time you will see I had little to no choice. You remember some of the discussions we used to have? You used to call them arguments, but I considered them healthy debates. Find that which I love, and the answers and information will be revealed. Take care of yourself, and know that this is not the rantings of some lunatic. I have always considered you my dearest friend, so I’m torn about placing such a burden on you. May the peace of the Lord keep and protect you from what lies ahead.

Edwin hangs up the phone and pulls a small handgun from the desk drawer. He then grabs a black leather gym bag from the left side of his recliner and begins to leave when he hears a sound. Did that come from the kitchen? Fearing it’s too late to flee, Edwin cuts off the lamp and positions himself behind his desk and waits.

Outside, several men are beginning to surround his condo. Shrouded in black uniforms that resemble the form and fit of scuba gear, the men have set a perimeter and begin to move in at the silent command of their leader. Armed with infrared laser sights and silencers on their weapons, the armed men have no difficulty in spotting their target inside. Edwin squeezes off a few rounds, and the men retaliate with a barrage of gunfire. A few seconds later the men check the pulse of the now dead Professor Moorehouse and begin searching the house for the information they came for. Two figures approach the motionless body of the professor, sniffing like a couple bloodhounds, catching and retaining the scent from his clothes and body.

The men all exit the house—as quietly as they entered—with the professor’s hard drive, fax machine, and boxes upon boxes of files to return to their headquarters.

Do we torch the place, sir? one soldier says to the team leader.

That’s a negative, soldier. We may still have a need for this residence. Set a couple listening devices in place and do not activate them. That will prevent them from being detected by others.

Aye aye, sir. You heard the LT. Move it!

PART 1

Hell’s Turn

Chapter 1

It’s a fairly cold day in early February, and Alicia Grant is getting ready for school. Alicia is a senior at Notre Dame High School and a member of the computer club and school choir. She comes downstairs for breakfast and finds her mother sipping coffee and listening to the news. The anchorman, Mike Brentmore, is elaborating on the latest world and local news.

"At noon today, the senate will debate an agriculture relief bill aimed at farmers affected by last year’s drought and a frigid winter. The adverse weather caused substantial monetary loss and minimally productive crops, resulting in price increases for produce, dairy, and meat. The bill would give subsidies to farmers whose crops were affected by the drought and a harsh winter that is far from over, with the goal of limiting the cost of food.

In local news, a three-alarm fire broke out last night in the Logan section of Philadelphia, killing four and injuring three, including two firefighters. Investigators have determined that the blaze was caused by a faulty electric heater. The owner of the home, Rae Shawn Williams, died in the fire along with her two children, a boy of seven and a girl of six, and a friend named Roberto Alvarez. When we return, Gil Porter will have news of the Phillies as they prepare for spring training.

Good morning, Mom, Alicia says cheerfully as she enters the kitchen.

Good morning, dear. Your father called while you were in the shower. I told him you would call him back once you were dressed.

Oh, really? Well, I don’t think I have time to have a long conversation with him about anything he feels is important.

Of course you do, Alicia. I don’t have to go to work until much later, so I will gladly drop you off at school. Besides, it’s too cold to wait out there for the bus today, so call your father while I finish breakfast.

Mom, I really don’t want to argue with him this morning. It always upsets you when we argue. I will call him after school.

It’s Thursday, and you know your father teaches late classes on Thursday. If you don’t talk to him this morning, you won’t be able to talk to him until tomorrow. And you and I both know this is probably about your birthday.

Let me guess. He won’t be able to come down for my birthday, so he wants to send me something special to make up for it … again.

I cannot understand why your father’s students love him so much and his only daughter cannot stand to be in the same room with him.

Maybe if I saw him half as much as his students did, I would.

That is not at all fair, Alicia. You know very well that your father had no other choice than to take that job in Massachusetts. It was the opportunity of a lifetime, and it is what he has worked so hard for. You might as well be equally mad at me for staying here in New Jersey. Just like your father, I was not willing to give up my job and church to move out there. It’s not at all what we wanted, but life has a way of not always going as we plan it to.

Alicia concedes to her mother’s wishes and goes over to the phone to call her dad. Her mother begins to put breakfast on the table, humming a church hymn.

Hello, my dear. How are you doing? I wasn’t sure whether you would have time to call back.

Hi, Daddy. I’m fine. How are you?

Much better now that I hear your voice. I miss you so much, pumpkin.

Dad, I thought we agreed that you would not call me that anymore.

Sorry, dear, but it’s kind of a hard habit to break.

Well, I’m quite sure a man of your intelligence could think of something a little less pathetic and more grown-up.

I don’t consider that term of endearment pathetic. It reminds me of how much you used to love picking out the perfect pumpkin for Halloween. Those times were always so special to me.

Alicia begins to get a little agitated at the direction the conversation is taking. Dad, I have to go to school, and Mom is putting breakfast on the table. What is it that you want?

Well, I was just wondering what you wanted for your birthday and what plans you and your mother have made for that day. Can I be a part of the celebration, or is it too late for me to put my hat in the ring?

I think you should talk to Mom about that. All I know is Mom has agreed to take me and some girlfriends to the mall to do a little shopping. Other than that, we were just going to play the rest by ear.

Well, I have nothing pressing here at the institute, and my work is on its way to the publisher, so I just thought it would be nice if I came down tomorrow night to spend the weekend with you two. What do you think about that, dear?

Like I said before, Dad, it would be better to talk to Mom about that. I don’t mean to cut this conversation short, but if I don’t get off this phone, I’m going to be late for school.

Okay, sweetheart. Could you put your mother on?

Without saying goodbye, Alicia walks over to her mother and hands her the phone. She sits down to start eating without looking at her. Mrs. Grant takes the phone and walks into the other room to talk to her husband, leaving Alicia at the table shaking her head and spreading strawberry preserves on her toast.

Location: Military base in Washington, DC; home office of General Edward Hargrove, commander of Defense Network Systems.

General Hargrove is in his office meeting with members of his staff when his secretary buzzes him.

Yes, Gladys, what is it?

You have an urgent long-distance call from California, sir.

The general cuts the discussion short, informing his staff that the call is important and that they will resume after lunch. The staff members gather their belongings and make a swift departure. The general takes the call.

General Edward Hargrove speaking. How may I help you?

General, I need not remind you that this must be a secure line, the voice on the other end states.

This is a secure line, sir. You may speak freely.

Excellent. Have you recovered the documents yet?

My team recovered them and is in the process of determining which documents we need to destroy. The mission appears to be a success, sir.

Appears? I was hoping for more than an appearance. I need to know that we can proceed with the next phase. We cannot make our next move without confirmation, General.

The general is a pale, burly man of six feet tall plus an inch. He wears a military-style buzz cut that’s graying on the sides and a meticulously trimmed mustache that is also turning gray. Although he is fifty-three years old, he has managed to stay in pretty good shape.

I will be meeting with the team later today to look over the discovery, including phone transmission intercepts and any postal service movements. I will call you with an update no later than fifteen hundred hours.

Good. That is really good to hear. Will you complete the other task in time to meet me at the new location?

I should be finished here and arrive at the new location Sunday evening. I am not expected back here until Wednesday morning.

Excellent. I’ll introduce you to the newest members of our team. I do believe you will be impressed with what they have for you.

I’m looking forward to our meeting, sir. I’ll see you on Sunday.

Sunday it is, General. You take care, and I await the update this afternoon.

I am sure it will be an outstanding one, sir. Later.

Chapter 2

The lawmakers vote, and the agricultural relief bill is passed. With the help of many charitable foundations and several corporations like the Illuminite Laboratories, a fund is established to give aid to all American farmers. Meanwhile, members of the strike team back from their mission deliver documents to General Hargrove in Washington, DC. The general meets the strike team at an undisclosed location seven miles southeast of the White House.

Good day, gentlemen. What do you have to report?

General, we have gone over every inch of these documents, the hard drive, and fax machine, and we have found nothing related to the Perseus Program, Lieutenant Walthen replies with disappointment. We have not been able to go back to the professor’s quarters. His body has been discovered, and there are too many police, reporters, and crime scene investigators there. We do, however, have the residence under twenty-four-hour surveillance. We are watching everything brought out, and when the coast is clear, we will return one more time and remove everything not nailed down.

It may be too late by then, Lieutenant. This professor was an upstanding member, so his murder will be classified as highly suspicious. The investigators will go through that place with a fine-toothed comb. Someone will have to answer for this murder. You and your men undoubtedly dropped the ball on this one, and my superiors will be extremely disappointed in your failed performance.

All is not yet lost, General. We were able to intercept the professor’s phone records, including the very last calls he made.

And exactly who did the professor call last?

Dr. Malcolm Grant, a professor at MIT. Dr. Grant is a long-time colleague and friend of the professor. Would you like to hear the message he left Dr. Grant? the lieutenant said, smiling.

The general walked over to the long conference table and sat down where a tape recorder was strategically placed at the head of the solid cherry table. The lieutenant began to play the message, standing in a proud and militant fashion. By the time the message came to an end, the general began to smile.

Do you know if this Dr. Grant has received this message? Has he gone to the home or to the office of his colleague?

Not yet, but we now have him under surveillance. Where he goes, we go. It’s obvious he has left the doctor with a clue to where the documents are. When he finds the documents, we will find him. Here’s what I need to know from you general. What do we do about the good doctor?

You will do what must be done. Do I need to remind you and your team just how terribly important this is? This entire mission depends on the retrieval of those documents. Are we clear on all this, Lieutenant?

Crystal, General.

Location: Marlton, New Jersey; home of Kevin Kennedy, MIT graduate and computer hacker extraordinaire. Kevin currently works for a global communications company in Mount Holly and creates programs on the side to supplement his income.

Kevin is sitting at one of his six computers, running a program and typing feverishly at his keyboard with music blaring from his Nakamitchi system—compliments of a customer who brought it from Japan and traded it (to Kevin) for a program that the customer used to put a former employer out of business. Kevin created a pernicious program that fried the employers system, thereby causing him to lose extremely sensitive data, including payroll and personal finance information, which resulted in the employer filing for bankruptcy. For the past seven months, Kevin has been working on something new—a program so destructive on a global level that he could be sent to jail for the rest of his natural life if he was caught.

Hey, Kevin! his roommate shouts while banging on his bedroom door.

Kevin turns the music down and answers him, Can’t you see that I’m a little busy? What do you want?

The mailman is at the door. He has something that only you can sign for."

Bursting out of his room, Kevin replied, Well, why didn’t you say that before? I’ve been waiting for this for days now!

You’re welcome, Kevin, his roommate sarcastically replies as he follows Kevin downstairs. You know, you can be a real jerk sometimes, especially when it comes to those computers of yours.

Kevin greets the mailman, shows his identification, and signs for the envelope. He checks the return address showing the Illuminite Laboratories and smiles. He walks into the kitchen and grabs a Red Bull energy drink from the refrigerator and prepares to return to his room.

Hey, dude, are we still going to the comic book store, or is that letter going to change our plans?

Kevin momentarily looks at his roommate, shakes his head, and walks to his bedroom.

I guess that’s a no on the comic books. I gotta find a more dependable friend, he mutters as he grabs his coat and heads out of the door.

Back in his room, Kevin locks his door and plops on the bed. He begins to open the envelope when a signal from one of his computers alerts him to the completion of a program. He walks over and confirms that the program is safely tucked away in his removable drive, and then