Alien Dog Kanunnaki: Enki the Luminary Traveler - Book Two of Two: Remember Atlantis: The Alien Dog, #2

By Hector Bonilla

Fee-sucking 102. Alien Dog Kanunnaki of Anunnaki. Enki the Luminary Traveler. Two Books. One Story. The hero's nickname is Skygod. This is for Book Two of Two: Remember Atlantis.

 

Welcome back!

 

The explosive finale of Enki the Luminary Traveler is in your hands. We saved the really bad for last. Someone is messing around with the horsepower of Earth – astronautic-like. This is the very best of the author's educational science fiction. From Mexico the US of Earth pilots standing guard next to their floating machanimal highriders say Hi!

 

A hurricane will be born and named Arma. But her name will need to change to accommodate her monstrous threat not to one town or two, but to the whole world! If you are afraid of storms, u gonna love this one! Up to now, wind whores come and go – but this one has other plans. Death toll will be epic. These episodes will tell you all about the tornado megators and an Arma hurricane that just wouldn't die! And we are afraid, this is the end of the world…

 

This time, be a first-row witness to the dreadful fate awaiting the people of modern moon Earth. The past will follow you. Jakonis is still missing. No one knows where he might be. The Asianians of water moon Mars are also gone. The Afrionians of mud moon Venus kind of like went on vacation, but, likewise, their whereabouts is another mystery.

 

More bad news: Himm Afrekus, the builder of Terraki – gone too. WTH! Who's gonna play the story then? Thank God for the planet Heaven war tankers!

This just in: The World Watchers will arrive at the solar system and might still have a simple plan: freeze your mother fee-sucking world! Skygod and Lady Shekena are here, but no one knows where... What?! More missing characters?

 

Staging a smart under the table coup, the vice president of the United States takes the Resolute Desk while getting ready to add Mexico and Canada to the White House's flag. But with Homeland Security sniffing her talons, how will she accomplish this? You will see real horses flying in space! … and if Skygod wants Earth to survive the death-tanker ships that killed gasworld Pogonia … he must dinosaur-blood, hand-to-hand combat the very devil!

 

As you know, a long time ago, Jakonis Watforce asked Empress Harlot the Unique of Atlantis for a giant wife. He wanted a tall boy. Harlot gave him one of her problematic servants, Dia the Hunter. Dia got pregnant, but the baby was not what the ex-prison sergeant expected. Princess Ireania is here. Not happy. So, let's go to her world, moon Honey. The problem with Honey is the bees. They are giants!

 

Dia has never been in good terms with the Neptunians. She wants to change that. Dia teaches hunting skills to her daughter and to some giant ex-prisoners.

Hunter brings prosperity and good health to the Imperial Jupiter Empire. Dia has been accepted. Ireania is now the number one girl of the Little People. But Jakonis becomes concerned, or jealous, and might ask Himm Afrekus to get rid of Dia. Ireania vows revenge.

 

The Jakonis Virus sets in. This virus is ten thousand times more deadly than ... it simply kills everything! For the people of Earth, staying away from deep space is their only hope. Otherwise, this is the end – under the dome. Fulfill your destiny … get Book Two of Two … find the fourth and final parts of Enki the Luminary Traveler!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Phone Books
• Release date: May 2, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223963011

Hector Bonilla

Who.Is.H.B? We must be talking about lunatics! Yeah, who in the heck is Hector Bonilla? No one. A former alcoholic. A former criminal. A homeless man. Thank you for enduring Nibirute. And don’t you worry none: ‘mother fee-sucker’ means just that, the mother of all fee-suckers. And you already know what a fee is: Those that go around charging ‘fees’ for services that shall be free, like science, medicine, government, and law enforcement among many others, are the true mother fee-suckers of this universe! And please don’t! Do not tell us that if you don’t work you starve. Well, yes, on this society. But not if we ever were to have the I See U 24/7 no-money-needed concept from this author. But, of course, the fee-suckers are only part of the problem. The real culprit is the monetary system. And, if your mind is still cloudy concerning our Nibitory ideas, here’s the deal: The Elohim (The Enuma Elish Epic of Creation) and youtuber videographer SunsFlare (Breaking - Unidentified Object SUN! March 11, 2012 - YouTube) have somehow teamed up to show that our solar system could be a self-sustained living organism: https://youtu.be/bveZA9sBcVQ

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Sending

This one is for Jenny D’ Isabela...

Your place in my heart is eternal...

May all who die under this name never rest in peace as there is yet much work to be done by their spirited sexual soul-pairs in favor of our glorious universal intelligence!

With respect...

We hope the same for the listener/reader and hesh loved ones. As for their sacred spirited sexual soul-pairs, you want them to keep on going. No rest required.

As for their sacred physical remains, dead bodies cannot rest, they will be busy decomposing or turning into ashes, as the cycle of life is unstoppable.

Do not suffer the departed. They have enough already suffered the leaving of you here on celestial god moon Earth, sometimes, but most times, as her glorious Age of Aquarius approaches, the very picture of hell!

Yet, the fun continues...

3rd Star Secret Revealed

god a 1000 moons

Atmospheres Act Like Magnifying Glass.

From Surface You are Behind the Scope:

The Stars are Hidden from Space-born Viewers

Because Light Travels in Reverse:

Not from the Sun to the Moon

But the Other Way Around!

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Long time ago, not too far away...

~ Alien Dog Kanunnaki ~

Enki the Luminary Traveler

Book Two of Two ~ Remember Atlantis

The Planet Heaven Files

Starcom of the Heavenian Moons

The Planet Heaven Wars

Part Three ~ Starcom of the Flying Horses

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...Lord Skygod Enki’s celestial god moon Nibiru has begun to recover.

The whereabouts of emperor Jakonis Watforce (Leekey impersonator) and his Imperial Jupiter ships are unknown.

Some 350 years after the Tiamat planet nova, the children of Skygod have repopulated Earth.

The people of Himm Afrekus are also gone from the solar system. Himm must try to find them.

Skynation robot world Terraki continues to be in the possession of World Watchers Leader-commander Lu of the Devil Family Clan, also known as Lord Enlil, the Prince of Darkness.

Skygod is back on Earth, but no one knows who he is or where he might be.

Colorado Senator Mary Ann Forces is planning a coup against the White House. A new type of free rise vehicle might tip the balance of power in her favor.

The sky will light up!

The 89th Originals’ war of the gold moons is inevitable...

~ Contact ~

The following communicate is from Colonel-coordinator Henio Barbosa, Mexico Surfacenation, United States of Moon Earth.

The colonel’s current title is Lunar Spacenet Commissioner of the United States of Moon Earth. His offices are located at the US of ME Surfacenation Central Command, Havana, Cuba.

As you know, Spacenet is outer space AI wireless technology. The local space antennas of the US of ME-SCC are located on the surface of Earth’s moon, Apollo.

Please listen very carefully...

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"...this exposé is without direct accusation but intended to open your eyes. Earth and her sister moons, Venus and Mars have, for thousands of years, misguided and tortured us.

"Venus and Mars succeeded in killing humans by the shipload with the advice of Neptune and with the help of Marduk and late celestial god star Tiamat.

"At present, Earth’s mission is to exterminate her human species, foreign and domestic. The truth is that these worlds have managed to kill spirited sexual soul-paired humans by the billions throughout the interminable history of the solar system.

"For example, and because it pertains directly to us, Earth is conscious, alive, coherent, and intends to rid itself of ‘the sick two-legged virus crawling on me.’

"That means you and me both; Earth humans with spirited sexual soul-pair within!

"Earth has turned against us because we have disobeyed her; like the ancient Afrionians failed Venus and she turned against them, and like Mars turned against the ancient Asianians for the same reasons. And old Neptune – yes, Neptune – also went against the ancient charming little people.

"The survivors from these three worlds are now stranded on modern moon Earth, all along without suspecting a darn thing as to why we are here – and so, so racially different.

"But the worst part is, despite these facts, of course, and by mind manipulation from Earth’s creator track gate, you will not believe my story. But perhaps you can dig out the reasons why Earth, once our good mother, is now against us, the spirited sexual soul-pair.

"Earth is killing our human animal!

"No doubt about it.

"We betrayed her trust, just like those other peoples betrayed the trust of those other celestial gods when they and us decided to hate these space creatures by abusing their bellies, and by hating each other and by abusing each other, back then, and here now, on modern moon Earth’s domain...

And ha-ha-ha ... as you will see ... the last laugh will be her’s...

Breaking!

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The criminal mind of the Mushroom Cloud Makers has invented a way to get rid of the poor and hungry. For years, these elements of evil have been planning to take over the world.

I am revealing them to you. You must call them the 4-One.

Their aim, as you know, is to weaponize the civilian population, robotize transportation and industry, militarize the police, poison the food consumed by the lower class, and finally, if all else fails, reduce the world population almost to zero via a stream of deadly pandemics to create a new world order of total control.

The first thing to go will be the physical coin. The 4ONE App will be created. Smartphones will carry your money.

But first, they need to populate Apollo and Mars to do this. These plans are ongoing as we speak.

There will be...

One digital currency.

One digital religion.

One digital government.

One physical slave class.

4-One.

They are using the Frog in the Hot Water Technique: You put a frog in hot water, the frog jumps out. But if you put the same frog in cold water and slowly heat the water, the frog will cook unawares.

Their mark of cold-water terror is everywhere. They want a new world order. What they ignore however is that our beloved Skygod is a hot water frog...

Chapter 1-1 – Modern Moon Earth

2012

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Forces and Lions

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It was a field of wheat. The clouds were like gold in color. Mary Ann could not understand what she was doing there. The boy she was holding hands with stared at her with lust and desire through beautiful intelligent-green eyes!

What?!

His hair was white, like ash, and curly, and his grip quite strong for a boy his age. But his face – his face seemed so mature, so like that of a grown man. Mary Ann tried to run away from him, as it was clear to her that their relationship was of a romantic nature – an impossible play.

It was insane.

All the while, the boy-man was trying to kiss her!

But why?

What was happening to her? How could this be? She was twenty-five years old, while the boy could not have been older than ten...

Get away from me! she yelled at the boy as a huge white eagle flew low and close, just above their heads...

And, suddenly, there she was again, staring at the ceiling. All drenched in terror and confusion. Her sheets were bathed in sweat, and the sounds of the tropical Boricua Islands morning suddenly reminded her that there was no such thing as a sin-in-a-dream – or was there...?

The radio telescope dish of the Search for Extraterrestrial Intelligence Observatory in Arecibo of the Boricua Islands was the largest in the world. This was not surprising at all since the island enjoyed commonwealth status with the United States of America.

What was surprising was the presence of the three red and white US Coast Guard HH-65C rescue helicopters. They were flying close to the renown dish. These three machines became the item of interest to us.

The choppers circled once around the dish’s rim, right over its security cyclone fence. Their pilots appeared to be looking for something. However, the passengers of these machines had not been rescued; they were being transported.

One of them was Michigan Archaeologist Ukee Lonhead, of Science Channel fame. She was in the lead chopper. When Lonhead saw what she was looking for, she signaled the pilot down.

Lieutenant Lopez, take us down. Eleven o’clock. Eleven o’clock. Use that clearing over there, Sir. We’re here!

Roger that, tomb raider, rotors soft in the making. Lonhead smiled. Proud. The choppers searched for the flat green spot requested by Lonhead and landed softly and windfully. The red birds have landed.

Everyone out! Lonhead shouted to her hand-held radio as she helped a few of her teammates out of her helicopter as if they were green soldiers reluctant to jump into the battlefield. The others descended from the choppers as well.

The propeller-driven winds slapped their jungle hats silly. It reminded Lopez of his Iraqi Freedom days; years back when he would see US troops disappearing from his Sikorsky UH-60 Black Hawk Chopper’s doors and running toward the wall line, into harm’s way.

The rescue helicopters took flight again, their former occupants spreading away from the vessels like scared ants. The tall green grass danced forth and back, enjoying the force of machine-made winds. The grounded party was on the two-way radios once again.

Lonhead to Front Street, the leader called.

Front Street here, over, twenty-five-year-old Mary Ann Forces responded.

Please tell Lions to take it up the compass reading, will you? Before it gets too darn hot!

Front Street is cutting jungle bush. I am shooting the movie, Miss Lonhead, Mary Ann answered as she held her brand new iPhone 5’s iSight camera up and aimed at the back profile of her boyfriend.

The device’s 1080p HD capable screen showed twenty-nine-year-old Jack Lions making noises. They were sharp noises, those of a metallic instrument hitting and cutting vegetation in the wild. Those were crisp machete chops.

The hiking trail was old and abandoned. The machete was swinging shiny left and right slashing at the leaves and the air with a mini-sonic sound: shaat, shaat. A branch or bush would be in its flying way now and then, but not for long. That was when the steel’s hits would be the hardest.

Slowly, Lonhead and her gang were cutting their way through. They were moving single file and up the hill.

The wind kept bothering the treetops causing the red-tailed hawk Guaraguao birds of the northern side of the main island great joy. The Guaraguao birds loved to launch themselves upward and against the wind like awesome jet fighters seeking some enemy metal tails to chew on.

The Arecibo jungle felt warm and moist. The target spot, a region known as Three Little Hills, was just ahead. Soon Lions would see the chain-link fence protecting the rim of the radar’s dish.

The world-renowned Arecibo Radio Telescope’s three hundred-meter-dish rested suspended by its mountings and against Earth and between the three little mountains. The great big gadget’s mission was to seek out the chatter of extraterrestrial life.

Is anyone out there?

Young Lions kept swinging his sharp tool left and right to clear the way. Miss Lonhead had insisted on having Lions as point man out of her group of twelve because he was the youngest and the one person most interested in the expedition.

Jack was a tall and well-built Caucasian young man from New York City. His intelligent-green eyes remained focus no matter what. He was wearing brown jungle fatigues over black military boots.

His green jungle hat was hanging from his neck and resting on his back, just above his green backpack. He had decided to wear his Boston Red Sox baseball hat instead and facing backward. His reputation as a young thinker demanded trust, and he got it every time.

Lonhead had decided to place someone behind Jack he could count on. Someone the front guy would like. And that could be no other than Jack’s sweetheart, Mary Ann Forces. Lonhead had given her the front radio, and, like Lions, Forces wasn’t afraid of snakes.

With long blond hair and sky-blue eyes, she seemed very athletic and, sometimes, even overdramatic in her manners. Mary Ann was the second feminine force of Lonhead’s group; and overall, a nice smart rich girl, which she was.

Better yet, she could be considered the brains of the expedition. Her father, Colorado-born US Coast Guard Captain Thomas P. Forces commanded a small Homeland Security point on the outskirts of the town of Aguadilla, known as USCG Air Station Borinquen, former Ramey Air Force Base.

The station was located about forty-five kilometers west of Arecibo. Captain Forces had funded the trip to the Boricua Islands for Mary Ann’s sake and the Borinquen base would serve as ‘parador’ or resort for the archaeology group of Dr. Lonhead.

That said, the captain’s influence had nothing to do with Lonhead giving the girl free priorities. The point in fact was that Lions was Lonhead’s preferred apprentice, and she wanted to make the kid happy.

Lonhead was research-soldier number seven in line. She was a tall African American. The professor was about fifty-five years old. She graduated from the University of Nebraska at Lincoln and took a teaching job at the University of Michigan.

The professor had a theory about the pre-Taino period of the Boricua Islands. The Taino Indians inhabited the Boricua Islands before Christopher Columbus first arrived in America.

In those days, the islands were known as Boriken, which translates to Borinquen in Spanish. Rooted in old tales, the story went that in the main island, the Tainos discovered a buried city, but not just any common city but a city rich in gold and precious stones of all sorts.

The Spaniards caught wind of the discovery, found the site; transferred every native having knowledge of the treasure to Vieques island and renamed the place the Boricua Islands.

Ukee Lonhead wanted to find this old place and although she knew the name of the ruins she was after, she had kept that piece of information from the others.

The sun’s rays filtered through the treetops giving Lonhead the long head creeps. The jungle noise was abundant and early, including the distinctive sound of the Coqui frogs, ‘co-key, co-key.’

For like ten minutes they moved uphill. The tropical temperature was climbing fast, and the vegetation was losing its wetness from the morning dew; it was about seventy degrees Fahrenheit.

Lions’ slashing train caused the tiny wild monkeys of the island to Tarzan along through the wild Caribbean terrain. By then, Miss Lonhead was sweating like a tired horse. It was then that she made the second call.

Lonhead to Front Street, over.

This is Front Street, over, Mary Ann responded.

Mary Ann, please tell Lions to slow down a bit. We’re going uphill, in case Front Street haven’t noticed, over.

This is Front Street, Forces was fighting with some right-side stubborn bush. Roger, Captain Lonhead. Can we-

Suddenly a blinding flash of light took over the jungle: One second later a terrible noise enveloped the entire place.

Boom!

It was a lightning bolt! Then, just as quick, the silence came. And the monkeys, and the frogs, and the birds – all came to the quiet state.

A lightning bolt on a clear day?!

The land motion under their feet started. A thundering noise came on like a runaway train. It felt like, like an earthquake! It was a small one at that. It lasted for about four seconds. Not much of a scare thus far. However, when the silence itself returned, Jack was gone from sight!

Mary Ann ran a few steps before stopping in front of a sinkhole on the ground; a big sinkhole had appeared on the ground and located about ten meters from the cyclone fence. She looked around, desperate, but could not see him anywhere. There was no one ahead of her!

Then she saw the huge object hovering just overhead. Mary Ann wasted no time in aiming her smartphone, still on video recording mode, at the strange flying object. This was a huge silver-looking vessel. Like – like deep silver and shaped like a huge classic car and about the size of a jetliner!

No engine noises were coming from the object. The strange machine made a slight turn while staying on the same air space spot just above the dish’s security fence.

The starboard bow of the large ship had a symbol exactly like the Star of David. A right-facing swastika was in the center of the six-pointed star. Outside, the symbol had four smaller five-pointed stars surrounding it.

There was a strange scripture next to it. But she could not understand it. When Mary Ann saw the strange markings on the ship’s forward side, she decided to use the phone’s pinch to zoom capability to focus and zoom on the markings with her iPhone.

Doctor Lonhead, this is Mary Ann. We have a situation. There is a sinkhole on the ground. There is a huge UFO on top of me, and Jack is missing, over. Then the cool bloodcurdling scream came...

Heyyyh!!

It came from inside the sinkhole.

Anybody has a flashlight? the voice came from the hole again. It was Jack Lions.

Front Street, can you take aim at the vessel with your phone? Lonhead asked.

Been there. Done that. I think Jack is calling us.

Roger that, Mary Ann. Standby.

Negative, Ma’am, Forces dismissed that statement. She wanted immediate attention. Jack fell into this big hole. He needs help. That ship is just up there, not moving. You better come right away, Doctor. And bring lots of lights!

On my way, Mary Ann, standby, Lonhead sounded genuinely concerned. Can you see anything inside the hole? Over, Lonhead ran toward the front.

Yes, Dr. Lonhead. I can see something all right. It is like a city gate. A big stone city gate having at the zenith what appears to be a giant trunk and head sculpture – oh boy – of a smiling black man? – with female breasts? – in sunglasses? Forces could not believe what she was seeing or saying. She stared once more at the UFO: no changes there...

Mary Ann, are you sure?

"Come and see for yourself. There is an inscription below the torso of the black dude, but I can’t make anything out of it.

I can tell you this though; it is the same language as that of the markings on the ship. The gate appears to be the entrance to a temple or something, young Mary Ann was referring to the semi-dark structure lying at an angle in front of her. It is like a buried temple – or city – or something, over.

Anybody has a darn flashlight? It was Jack Lions again.

Someone was coming. The bushes gave way. Lonhead appeared next to Mary Ann. She stared at the ship, incredulous. It looks like a 1959 Cadillac Deville!

Lonhead kneeled and looked at the site. Immediately she searched her backpack looking for something. She was desperate. Finally, a small and old-looking black leather notebook came out. She took a second look at...

... the ship. Then, suddenly, the object rose so quickly that the trees and bushes in the near surroundings swung from air turbulence like the shaken feathers of a handheld household duster. Lonhead and Mary Ann exchanged glances and the young student smiled at the good doctor.

Don’t worry, Doctor, I have it all right here on digital video, then she wiggled her smartphone near her teacher’s face in satisfaction.

Some of the other explorers began to show up at the clearing.

Lonhead removed the rubber band used to keep the contents of the notebook secured and commenced digging through the old pages. She read a few words and then stopped. She stared at the inscription on the buried stone gate again.

According to the translation notes, the words on the gate read ‘Restricted Ubaidia Travea. Do Not Enter.’ Lonhead read the first words aloud this time, as if incredulous. Restricted Ubaidia Travea.

‘Ubaidia Travea?’ what are you talking about, Doctor? Mary Ann asked.

Ubaidia is Samarran culture, isn’t? someone contributed to the whole confusion.

Yes, Tony, Mary Ann said.

What is going on, another apprentice asked.

Mary Ann, please show me the video of the UFO sighting, Lonhead asked. Mary Ann worked on the smartphone as quick as lighting and presented the movie to her mentor. Then the video footage came to the point in time when Mary Ann had focused on the ship’s markings.

Pause it right there, Mary Ann. Lonhead looked at the clip still and began translating from his little notebook. It says... ‘FGS My Bad.’

My Bad? Mary Ann was puzzled. Like, when we go ‘my bad’ after making a mistake?

Funny, isn’t, Mary Ann? Lonhead was looking up at the clouds, then at the hole in front of her. A look at the past and at the present in the same instant...

So, what about Ubaidia, Professor? Mary Ann asked not giving Lonhead’s loud thoughts a single credit.

Well, girl, Ubaidia could be the original capital of South Pangea. ‘Restricted,’ means no one from the outside was allowed to enter...

What?

It so happens, Mary Ann, that I have a translation here relating to a certain ‘water moon Earth,’ Ukee Lonhead responded pointing to the find. Then she sat on the ground. She seemed astonished.

What does it mean, Doctor? someone asked.

Jesus Christ, this is the find, Lonhead responded. We could be seating on whatever is left of South Pangea! she was agitated and almost out of air.

South Pangea? someone asked. What has this got to do with our trip?

No, Lonhead responded. She kneeled back up, all happy-looking and nervous. Her hands started fanning her stomach. This is our assignment, ladies, and gents. I mean this is one of the original cities of the Adamaves, the first hermaphrodite humans to populate Earth!

Do you mean the Eden of the Bible, Doctor? Mary Ann asked.

No, Lonhead said as she rose to her feet. Now she had a triumphant stare. She gave it to the distance. Her dreamy eyes saw a million positive possibilities, like those of a lost sea captain finally finding land. Not Eden, Mary Ann, she said smiling to the forest, but the lost Jordania Jungle of the South!

Jordania? someone asked. It sounds like the Middle East.

But that’s on the other side of the world, Mary Ann contributed.

Yes, Lonhead said. But don’t forget the history of plate tectonics, the islands, and the continents are constantly moving about.

So, why ‘water moon Earth,’ Doctor? someone asked, trying to change the conversation.

Water moon Earth is the name by which the first humans knew this world, ‘when Earth was a moon,’ it says in the translations – here-

What’s wrong with you people? I need some light down here! Jack had had enough.

Don’t touch anything Jack, do you hear me? Lonhead screamed her head off. She took a few steps back and commenced jumping. Then she became the hug-lady. She started hugging everyone in apparent delight. She was so happy.

Hit me with a flashlight! Jack screamed back, furiously. Rope down a freaking stick of dynamite or something!

There was laughter in the field. Lions’ head, baseball hat gone, appeared at the edge of the hole.

I am calling Borinquen, Ukee Lonhead announced. She faced her radio once again. Borinquen US Coast Guard Command, this is Professor Lonhead, come in please Borinquen. We have an emergency, over...

Mary Ann was lying flat near the rim of the sinkhole. A bunch of red ants were busy nearby. Jack was still there. He came crawling up toward her.

I forgot to tell you about my dream, Mary Ann said.

What dream? Lions asked without interest.

Last night...

She could see he was putting something in his backpack. It was a small golden box or coffer. He smiled as he moved his fingers and motioned to her their ‘keep this between us’ signal. She smiled back and extended her hand to reach for his backpack.

What’s in it? she asked as the others started to gather around.

Like a book or something, baby. A bunch of gold-plated tablets bound together. It is written like in the Sumerian cuneiform.

Why you want to keep that? Mary Ann asked.

I am very curious about the nature of these symbols, Lions said very seriously, as when you just have done a cool thing. He showed her the end of the small coffer. Some alien symbols could be seen. She asked one.

What the symbols say, Cool Jack? Mary Ann giggled. The Arecibo jungle had come back to normal. The birds and the frogs were singing again. The wild monkeys laughed. Jack came out of the hole.

I wouldn’t be so happy, he said.

What’s the matter, J? Mary Ann lost her grin. Jack was dirty and all sweaty. They walked away from the site. He looked at her and said: It’s about the symbols.

What about them?

What year is this, Mary Ann? Jack asked as if he had just arrived to Earth. He removed the item from his backpack and stared at it. What year is this? he asked again. He seemed confused. Lost.

What? Mary Ann couldn’t believe it.

Just tell me what year it is now, baby, please? Lions’ face turned paperwhite. He looked sick.

Are you all right, Jack? You don’t look too good.

Year, damn it!? Jack almost fell downhill. Mary Ann’s quick grab saved the day.

All right Jack, all right. Take it easy. It is 2012, Mary Ann tried to smile a little. Now tell me, darling, what the symbols say. Jack made a quick calculation. He turned a worried face to his girlfriend.

Here we have two interesting statements.

What’s the first about?

"It says...

The Imperial Jupiter is having doubts concerning the sinking of Atlantis. Leekey and Tre are convinced of it. The Hindus suggested perpetual surveillance upon Earth after learning from the Asianians that a radar signature still points to Lake Atlas ... to Metropolis Urantia...

Mary Ann was quiet for a few seconds. Then she asked: Is this Plato’s Atlantis, J?

Atlantis. There is only one, baby girl, Lions responded full of thought, looks like the story of Atlantis is not over yet.

Well, Jack, Plato was convinced that she did exist.

We’ll have to research Plato’s writing and see what we can find.

You said, ‘two statements,’ Jack. What’s the other one about?

"This one is the real problem, Mary Ann. Listen...

"I saw space open and then the flying granite marbles appeared. Their color is ash. The leader is called Enlil. Unjustly he rules and fights. His weapons are flames of deep purple fire, and on his head are many spatial dimensions.

"In red garments of fire and gold, the space armies will follow him even to the year of the 90th Gold War of the Celestial God Moons against the humans of Earth.

At the distance planet Heaven is from moon Earth, the journey is twenty-three hundred and forty-four years. This is Year One. But Earth’s atmosphere will not be ready for vacuuming until nine Heaven shars around Alpha Centauri. That’s nine thousand, three hundred and seventy-six Earth years into the future...

Jack was on top concerning the understanding of Sumerian-type writings. He was the best in his archaeology group. Mary Ann would have never doubted his word. He said: That’s about the year 2021, give or take...

Oh Jack, that’s like nine years from now, at least. What gold war, J?

Our war against the destroyers of worlds, Mary Ann. Our final stand against the very devil. The leader of the Jakonian Originals-

What Jakonian Originals, Jack?

I have no clue – right now. But I am certain that the other pages of this golden book will tell us all about these Jakonians.

What shall we do, my drear Lions? Mary Ann Forces began to look worried.

Looks like this is a Forces and Lions mission, my beautiful girl. We have a lot of work to do. And we only have nine Earth years to get ready!

Chapter 1-2 – Horses in Starcom

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The breeze was kind of hard and warm at the Port of Yuma of the Dominican Republic’s Romana Province. The night was approaching fast. The sea wasn’t feeling good at all; it was having the shakes. That evening, the waves were moving high and fast.

Nonetheless, a shoeless man named Cuamos Cane was standing at the Yuma wooden pier moving his toes up and down, watching another one of his Yola boats leaving the republic.

His white John Henry shirt and white Fubu pants gave his African Hispanic forty-year-old face an air of Mulato superiority. He was also counting some American currency, which he passed on to the woman seating on a motorized Jazzy chair next to him. She was white, well-above-over-weight, and appeared to be in her early sixties.

How many people you put on that boat, Lisa? Cane asked as he lit a cigarette. The Caribbean horizon kept losing its light as if refusing to shed clarity on the scene.

About sixty. Why?

Too many, old woman. Just too darn many.

That’s how many we had on – last time – and nothing bad happened, the woman responded defending her side of the deal.

That hurricane is still around, you know, Cane said.

Oh, don’t you worry, my boy. Hurricane Nelson is west of here, and it is dying.

My plane is about to leave for Miami. Do you need anything from the States?

Send me a case of anti-wrinkle cream, will you? And I want a pair of those contact-lens eye-computers with super wi-fi and GPS on them.

Well, I don’t know if-

What? This is 2017, Cuamos.

I mean, if my boys have any of that stuff, you got it baby.

Cane walked away. Lisa smiled, well satisfied.

The dark bouquet of heads in the small fishing boat could still be seen from the pier as the vessel attempted to take on the treacherous Mona Passage, a deep stretch of ocean between the eastern tip of Espanola and the west coast of the Boricua Islands, with Mona Island being one of the Boricua group.

The boat was moving slowly because it was overloaded. Heavy with illegally departing passengers hoping to find a better life in the United States...

9 Days Later

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Rebel Patrol

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The Jeep was moving slowly, searching. Its tires were wet and only half-inflated. Then they saw the brand-new black 2016 Lexus RX 950 and stopped.

I think that’s Aswe, the man said.

Are you sure?

I know I am, Helen. Let’s get it.

July Gometry asked the Jeep to park itself and both got out. They started walking as couples do in the park when they want some privacy, toward the dark.

It is cold out tonight, Gommy, Helen said.

I don’t mind the cold, I just hate the freaking rain, July chuckled at his own lies.

No way Jose: You go to the beach just to hang around under the public showers.

The warning here was ‘bad assignment on the run,’ the owner of the target car was considered very smart and knew how to fight. Then, of course, there was the bad weather. Hard winds and cold rain slammed the Florida Peninsula like an artillery strike on D-day. In tune, the tourist-magnet city of Miami was wet and cold, and her citizens and visitors were worried about the on-going hurricane season and the recent increase in tornado activity in the United States’ mainland.

You know what I really hate, Helen? Tornadoes.

Tell me about it. I am worried with these twisters myself. Helen could not agree more. What about the hurricanes, Gommy – they are bad news too, you know what I mean?

Hurricanes are slow – and old news...

The hurricanes were old news, yes, but a few serious scientists had begun to attribute the increase in hurricane and tornado activities to what became known in some unorthodox scientific circles as internal global warming besides external global warming.

Internal global warming?

What?!

Internal was right because it was becoming apparent to them – despite overwhelming opposition – that Earth was getting hotter inside, as well as at her surface and atmosphere.

And here is where Helen Dots and her partner-in-mission, July Gometry come into play. The two knew a thing or two about the roots of internal global warming. But they weren’t telling, at least not yet.

Besides their knowledge on the real cause of internal global warming, these two were bringing some trouble onto the scene. They appeared to be thieves. Well, that’s what you’ll say if you saw them doing their job, which is what they were doing at the time.

Helen and July had decided to take advantage of the bad weather to penetrate the wet Florida night scene and select themselves some fancy production cars. Because that they did have – a sense of mission – a time-sensitive mission.

Helen was twenty-four years old and a formidably shaped and tall one hundred percent heterosexual female. She was a Hispanic American from the Bronx, New York. The girl had coffee-black eyes and messy...

... short black hair. She was wearing a set of torn down jeans, an old Army green shirt and an old backpack held by her left shoulder. Tied around her waist was an extra-worn red belt with a white buckle the size of a pack of cigarettes.

Was she a homeless person?

Sometime in the past, Helen had worked with Jack Lions, one of the leaders of an underground group called Starcom. Not too many people knew about the existence of Starcom, of course. Some of its members didn’t even know the name of it at all.

The only info. that was known was that the outfit was an American underground anti-government group led by Jack Lions, a.k.a., the Kanunnaki of Turn.

However, because Jack was incarcerated in a Florida state prison, Starcom rebel Lieutenant-coordinator Gometry had been assigned to operate with Helen.

The girl, however, liked that idea not. She felt something extraordinary for Lions. Helen couldn’t care less about how Jack felt romantically about Mary Ann Forces.

What she did hate about it was that that love shadow was a vice-versa thing, you know – Mary Ann was in love with the Kanunnaki of Turn as well.

Only the fact that Jack and Mary Ann had not seen each other for years kept her heart fasten to actual hope. Besides, Helen loved and protected the secret ideals set forth by Starcom. She would want no part played against Jack’s Starcom underground network, even if Mary Ann was a part of it. From Starcom to honeymooners, that was the possible transition that Helen feared the most about Jack and Mary Ann’s relationship.

The fact of the matter was that Helen couldn’t help loving the man who had saved her female integrity and perhaps her life from that mortal-high gang of drunken youngsters on that dreadful evening, right in the middle of New York City’s Central Park.

What had happened?

The kids had come in from behind. They had undressed her like hungry hyenas. At that point, she had felt sexual hands and wet lips all over her belly and thighs while her screams drowned in a sea of savage kisses. These boys were love-crazy – drunk and horny. Lustful bites she felt. She fought hard. She was desperate. She thought that that was it. Then the Kanunnaki of Turn flew in and rescued her.

The details of that daring rescue might become history, but that’s another story.

July was forty-four. He was a Cuban native whom as a kid came to the United States during the Mariel Boatlift. He was skinny and short with a very quick-like manner. He had curly brown hair and chocolate-brown eyes. He too was wearing old raggedy-ass clothing but with that strange red belt with white buckle as well.

Were they playing the undercover agent game?

Jack taught July how to spot terrorists, loan sharks, drug dealers and pimps in the eternal nights of the American cities. Gometry and the other Starcom drivers would follow these individuals; wait for their automobiles to park themselves, and when all was clear Starcom would go in and activate the secured cars. For, that was all that Starcom drivers were after at the time – the cars of the bad guys. The boss had made him one of the best in the network.

As a token of passing, Helen and July had been checking possible targets on Miami’s Eastside, near Biscayne Boulevard and 14th Street, but many assignments simply had turned out to be on GPS trackers. July’s Ignition Code-breaker gadget worked simply fine but there was nothing they could do against a perceptive Tracker Patrol within the time frame allowed.

The traffic cops would be on their tail in less than ten seconds. You see, Mr. Gometry had recently lost his LoJack cloner during a closed-call escape from a Miami Beach Police chase. The situation had made future acquisitions somewhat difficult. Miami Beach Police Chief John Cabin himself had chased the two out of town that time.

Tonight, however, Helen and July had spotted target Lexus, code name 1340. That’s why July was already standing next to the fine Japanese sedan, which had already been confirmed as belonging to human smuggler Cuamos Cane, from Central America.

I have Cane’s car, July talked through his brand new Necker Droid AI-105 smartphone; a black ring held skin-close and around the lower neck.

Go for it, Helen answered through her necker: all you had to do was touch it. Take it. And let’s get out of this miserable rain.

Helen, are you sure this guy is breaking the law? I mean...

I am positive, Gommy. We have confirmed reports. Cane has been financing the so-called Yola sea trips from the Dominican Republic to the Boricua Islands carrying hundreds of illegal immigrants into the United States every year.

What’s so bad about that?

Just nine days ago one such overloaded boat capsized thus causing the drowning of more than fifty people. Now, un-code the car, Helen ordered, then turned her necker off by simply removing it from her lovely neck.

She silently lurked in the smooth shadows of the tropical palm trees. With so much rain, she felt miserable. The town was all wet and smelling soggy.

Helen was worried about the tornadoes. Before coming to town, she saw the problem on the news – a couple of deadly ones had touched-down in Tennessee killing more than sixty-five people. Sixteen had been reported missing, and hundreds more hurt. It was awful!

Tonight, the owner of the RX-950 had forgotten to make use of his anti-theft security devices. The car was parked next to July’s fingernails. No steering wheel cover. No alarm on. No LoJack. Sweet, Cuamos July thought.

He magnetically set his electronic car opener box near the handle of the driver side door and began to run the gadget’s code scanner.

His scanner’s dial began to search for a matching code to the door’s electronic lock mechanism. Soon a green light came on and immediately the locking mechanism gave up and the RX-950’s door was open. Only five seconds had gone by.

Silence.

Behind July a wet and windy Northeast Miami darkness enveloped the bright lights of the Grand Hotel in a hopeless drowning effort.

To his left, the Atlantic Ocean seemed global warming-furious; it wavefully slapped the Florida State sand as if mindful of July’s coldly calculated intentions.

He entered the black-over-silver sedan and, before the door had a chance to slam its tasty frame, Gometry’s ignition codebreaker began producing a stream of frequency codes.

One second, two, and then the instrument’s panel of the Lexus lit up. But suddenly the small hand-held machine stopped before the car’s engine had a chance to be turned on. And no wonder, next to the luxurious road beast, the vice-wise Miami streets held a nasty surprise awaiting the undivided attention of the veteran car thief.

The surprise was already standing next to the driver-side door, in front of July’s cool nose. And the man looked mean and ugly – and the owner of the car!

What’s up with my Lex! said the tall black Latino man pointing a terminator-looking revolver at July. The Cuban looked at the owner of his target car. The 357