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  • 2. Mad or bad part 1 CONTENTSPage 3 Chapter 1: Death afterlifePage 7 Chapter 2: Human Time BombPage 9 Chapter 3: Bigger than 9/11Page 15 Chapter 4: Goodbye cruel worldPage 23 Chapter 5: The comingPage 30 Chapter 6: The chosenPage 36 Chapter 7: The meetingPage 40 Chapter 8: Forty days remainsPage 49 Mad or bad part 2 - 2 –
  • 3. Chapter 1 - Death afterlifeThere is a place that exists reserved for themost evil of all humans. This place is wherethe soul is kept enslaved, where theconscious memories of earthly mortalityremain indestructible for ever. It is a placethat ensures the souls of the evil occupantswill survive for infinity. Science andmathematics as we know it are too simple todescribe the dimension of this place. Thefourth dimension is generally accepted asthat of time, a simplistic approach, whichimplies one direction. The relentless passageof time moving forward, which is why we allage. Quantum physics is awash with theoriesof dimensions up to ten or eleven. Thesespatial theories will never be proved, asliving people will only ever know andexperience the basic four dimensions. Up,down, forward, backward and time movingforward. Scientists revered throughout thescientific establishment, merely use thefifth dimension, their own imagination.However, this all changes when we die and thephysical restriction of our bodies are lifted.Quantifying is no longer relevant, from thebasic numbering system to date and time.Scientists and scholars would obviously haveto use quantities to explain the afterlife,in order to teach others. This figure usingmovement of the soul in all four spatialdirections and time also in four directions,plus the ability to communicate within thisframework would equate to sixty fourdimensions. No higher mathematics needed, nocalculus, simply four times four times four. ***Legend has it that in 1892 during a seajourney, a 23 year old Norwegian navalofficer fell into the freezing waters of theBaltic Sea. His body was found many hourslater, obviously frozen to death. This bodywas placed in the hot boiler room and aftertwenty minutes, he came back to life.Cryogenically preserved his body suffered nolong term effects. However, his brain hadsuffered psychological effects; he could onlyutter a few words. In a whispered voice he - 3 –
  • 4. would repeat over and over, “I have sharedand travelled amongst the 64 angels.” Thatwas all, no attempt at explanation and nointerest in his surroundings. Medicaldoctors declared him brain damaged and hespent the remaining years of his life in aninstitution, in those days these places werereferred to as lunatic asylums, the infamousbedlam. ***In the place for the evil, at first the bodystill exists, only to act as a container forthe soul and to restrict the dimensions tothat experienced on earth. The body has nocentral nervous system and therefore feels nophysical pain. The body is shackled by thehands and feet to the floor. The shackles aremade of a substance not found on earth. Sohard they are impossible to break, the onlypurpose they serve is to inflict restraint.They also limit movement to a minimum andpunish by degradation. The unclothed body isforced into a doubled over position.Permanently stooped forward, spine bent andwith the head almost touching the ground.Living humans would liken this place to Hellwithin Hell, a dungeon where only the worstoffenders end up and they would be correct intheir assumption. The list of inmates is longand varied. They were all mortals once onearth and committed such atrocities thatforgiveness was not an option. None of themshowed remorse for their actions, until nowand all of them had murdered. Their murderswere not just limited to other humans, but insome cases to other life forms on earth, suchas animal and even plant life. In this stateof suspended animation, no food or water,hygiene shelter or warmth is required; afterall they are already dead. Only the mindsuffers as they watch their body decay, apunishment far worse than any physical pain.Only the human animal has the deviousimagination to inflict atrocities for thesake of power and money. They had let theirvictims die without any dignity and with noconscience. Now the souls of those victimsvisit their assailants regularly. They on the - 4 –
  • 5. other hand are living in a heavenly paradiseamongst the animals, plants and all that isbeautiful in nature.The evil cry out for pity and clemency, butno-one can hear their pitiful outbursts, astheir tongues have been removed. Mute the waytheir victims once where. They have no eyesand do not see, existing in darkness. Eachtime the victim’s soul visits theirexecutioner, they become stronger and risefurther in status, until one day they arehealed. Then by a spiritual powermisunderstood on earth, the soul is released,like a butterfly emerging from a cocoon. Theyfloat within a gossamer of cool white lightand return to earth, to become babies.Children to parents with the attributeshumans hold to be fair and true. However,once released back to earth there is noguarantee that these kind attributes willremain into adulthood. All babies areinnocent, external influences change andmould them into good or bad. Some may even goon to commit deeds of unimaginable horror andend up in the eternal hell described. If sothey will never be allowed to return toparadise.Then there comes a time when the evil soul’svictims have all become butterflies andfloated away. Once this happens the shackledbody completely decays and disintegrates,leaving the soul, still conscious. This soulis then locked into an immense searingcauldron of heat for infinity. They are thewretched ones entering the final stage ofhell, where only one dimension exists, thatof now. Even as you read this the list growslonger, there is no outside intervention. Theonly certainty in life is death and only whenyou die will you get your true recognition.Some people claim that hell is on earth andlife is a test, an examination. If you passyour exam you will return to earth. Thoughthere is no guarantee that you will pass iton the next visit. And so the perpetual cycleof life and death continues uninterrupted,the ever increasing population sucking theplanet dry, from the oceans and seas to theland and the air. One day something has to - 5 –
  • 6. give, is this really civilisation. Are we anymore civilised than our neighbours, justbecause we have more wealth, power orintelligence. You can not take your materialwealth with you. It remains, to fuel thefires that threaten to consume our planet.The time has come, the world as we know it isabout to face its fate and its ultimatechallenge. - 6 –
  • 7. Chapter 2 - Human Time BombSince the human race has inhabited thisplanet we have seen the rise and fall of manycivilisations. The population has nowexceeded 7 billion and it is an accepted factthat we are now taking more from this planetthan it is able to regenerate. In simpleterms life for the human species is no longerinfinite; resources for existence as we knowit are unsustainable. In addition to this,since the existence of the human race theworld has been at war with each other.Historians will struggle to name periods whensomewhere in the world, there have been noconflicts of human against human. Apocalypticscenarios are abundant, from meteor strikes,earthquakes, tsunamis, greenhouse gases, acidrain and nuclear warfare. The day will comewhen life on the surface of the planet willcease to exist. What then will become of thewilderness left behind after a globalcatastrophe Devoid of all life as we know it,the land would be barren and empty. The twoscenarios are either an act of nature or anact of humankind. What if the so called actsof nature are in fact a direct result of us,the human inhabitants? We regard this planetas ours, our own to do as we please with. Ihave a shocking realty for you every human iscontributing to the end of our very existence.Left to nature, the animals, the plants andthe smallest of micro organisms, planet earthwill not die. We even find it essential tokill bacteria, the beginnings of life. We areso unlike the natural world, what is ourpurpose. When the last human DNA iseradicated from this planet, life will stillexist. In the most extreme of environments,from the deepest oceans, to the coldestregions of Antarctica, life thrives havingadapted to conditions impossible for us tolive in, without life support systems. Wehave no right to enter these areas, as ourbodies are not adapted for environments ofextreme cold or heat and where the level ofoxygen is too low. That includes outer space.Even flying is not our environment and thepollution from air travel is a majorcontributor to the destruction of the planet.How ignorant we are to think that if all - 7 –
  • 8. humans were to be eradicated, the world wouldcease to exist. The life forms in theextremist environments will survive, simplybecause they remain in the environment theyhave been adapted for. Even though the mostbasic instinct of the human race is survival,this is soon forgotten in the name of war andtechnological advancements, which areexhausting the world’s mineral resources.Older people will tell us that we are only onthis planet for a short time, ‘just passingthrough’. The realisation that we are onlyvisiting comes too late. It is increduloushow much damage one person can exact on earth,this wonderful creation, in such a shortlifetime. - 8 –
  • 9. Chapter 3 – Bigger than 9/115000 Bayway Drive, Harris County, Texas is avery unique address. It is the location ofthe Exxon Mobil Baytown Refinery and covers2400 acres of industrial land. It is thelargest refinery in the USA and measures 2.5miles at its widest point. This grotesqueugly sprawl is a testament to the growingthirst for America’s petrochemical industry.There is no better example of the huge gapbetween industrial pollutants and the cleanfresh air of the wilderness. At night, thesite is visible for many miles, with its tallthin stacks emitting a bright orange flame,blowing in the direction of the wind. Likethe Menorah, an eternal flame in Jerusalem,these monolithic torches seemingly burnforever, but in reality are periodicallyturned off during maintenance. They are usedto safely eradicate flammable gasses that aregiven off during the manufacturing process.All types of products are refined here fromthe oil arriving daily by sea in gianttankers mainly from the Arabian Peninsula.The crude oil soon becomes diesel, petrol,methanol, ethanol, paraffin, wax, spirits,and many other by-products. Almost everysingle one of these petrochemicals is classedas a marine pollutant and is toxic to alllife forms.More than 4000 people are employed here tokeep it running, 24 hours a day, 365 days ayear. One of these employees is CoreyBradford. Outwardly, Corey appears to hisworking colleagues as a red blooded, Godfearing American. In reality he has a darkside, a self destructive side. His idol isthe Unabomber, Theodore John ’Ted’ Kaczynski.This was the man who embarked on a mailbombing campaign that spanned 20 years.Finally Ted was arrested on April 3rd 1996,but only after a tip off from his family.They recognised the handwritten message theFBI had received and made public, in aneffort to catch the perpetrator. Ted was ahighly intelligent man. Accepted to HarvardUniversity at the tender age of 16 and thenobtaining a Phd in mathematics. He went on tobecome an assistant professor at the - 9 –
  • 10. University of California, Berkeley. Afterthat his circumstances changed for the worse.He became a recluse, unkempt, living aloneand ultimately killing three people usingletter bombs during his campaign of violence.Was this a waste of gifted intellect, whichcould have been used for the good ofhumankind? Or was it a message, from a powerso strong that even the high IQ of TedKaczynski was no match to resist its control.Corey knew every detail about the life of TedKaczynski, but kept this to himself. Helonged for the same recognition, howevermisguided. What Corey lacked in the intellectof Ted, he made up for with imagination.Working in the tank truck service department,as a qualified diesel mechanic, gave him theidea. With access to these petrol tankers,which when fully laden would hold up to 9000US gallons of fuel. Corey knew he could oneday become a household name, just like Ted.He also believed the FBI would never catchhim. No, he was too clever for them. Theywould only discover his identity posthumously,from a letter attached to his will and filedwith a local lawyer. Any person with abackground in psychiatry would record thatCorey suffered from grandiose delusions.Corey wanted to be original, he discarded theuse of mail or pipe bombs and after years ofdeliberation the device he chose was a simpleone. A limpet mine, first used during theSecond World War to sink ships, itincorporated a magnet which divers would useto clamp the device to the metal hull of aship, below the water line. Undetected, itwould be detonated using a timing device andblow a hole in the hull wide enough to sink,or at least badly damage the ship. It wasnamed after the shellfish, which sticksitself firmly to metal or rock. The limpetuses its tough outer shell as a barrier, toprotect its soft underbelly from predators.Divers will agree that in order to remove thelimpet requires great force. Corey got theidea of the limpet mine from an article aboutthe sinking of Greenpeace’s ship ‘the RainbowWarrior’ by French secret agents in Auckland - 10 –
  • 11. Harbour, New Zealand. No one was everconvicted for that act of ‘legal’ terrorism.Corey’s device was quite different in designand application, to the original Limpet mine,even though the principal was the same. Hewould clamp the small metal enclosure to theinside of the tanker, during a routineservice. After the tanks were thoroughlywashed out, he would have to inspect theinside for any signs of corrosion. This wouldbe a visual inspection using a bright LEDtorchlight. It was at this point that he hadthe perfect opportunity to insert the bomb.He would place it behind a metal stabiliser,which compartmentalises the tanks. The roleof the stabiliser is to stop the full weightof the liquid contents from slopping aroundinside, which would make the tanker unstableand difficult for the driver to control.Mounted behind this metal protrusion, itwould be hidden from view from other serviceengineers. He would then replace the serviceinspection cover and bolt it back in place.The truck would then leave the inspection bayand another one would take its place, readyfor the next device to be implanted.Corey chose a steel enclosure for the shelland a Neodynium (NdFeB) permanent disc magnetas the clamp. This magnet measuring only 15mmin diameter and 5mm thick has the holdingstrength of 4.5Kg. More than enough to ensurethe device would not detach itself, evenunder the most extreme conditions. Inside hemounted a car compression spring from anoverhead cam engine, with a trigger device.Once triggered this would rupture the outershell and allow the fuel inside. He hadalready rejected the idea of using potassiumbased fertiliser or plastic explosivematerials, because of the risk of arousingsuspicion, when sourcing these chemicals.Also, he wanted the device to be as small aspossible. So he filled the inside of theshell with mineral oil and 1gram of Caesium.This chemical element belongs to the alkalimetals and has a melting point of only 28ºC(82ºF), a hot summers day. When it comes intocontact with water it becomes very unstable,burns white hot and emits hydrogen gas. This - 11 –
  • 12. resulting highly volatile reaction is farmore intense than burning magnesium andtherefore requires a smaller quantity. Coreytested 0.5 grams, a tiny amount, by droppingit into a bowl of petrol, from a distanceusing a long extension pole. The result wascatastrophic, his small converted woodenshed/workshop exploded into flames and burntto the ground within minutes. The fuse was aproblem and would prove to be the mostchallenging. He wanted all the devices toexplode simultaneously. Then he changed hismind. For maximum effect and confusion itwould be more exciting to explode one everyfive or ten minutes. He visualised thebreaking news on television, as panic sweptacross America. During his childhood, Coreybecame obsessed with fire; his early yearswere unhappy ones. His absent Father wouldbeat him and his Mother treated him like anunwanted burden. He sought attention and soonlearnt that heroism was the most respected ofhuman traits. At the age of 11 years he wouldlight fires, which became progressively boldand reckless. Typically he would light firesin industrial waste bins located at the backof businesses and then run inside to alertthe occupants. “Quick, there’s a fire at theback, I was just walking past and noticedit.” Or he would set fire to disusedbuildings and phone the fire departmenthimself. This would always result in thegratitude and acceptance that Corey so longedfor.Until one day the fire rapidly spread out ofcontrol. He did not notice the LPG gascanisters and as always waited for the firebrigade to arrive, though by then he hadretreated to a distance, so as not to berecognised. The resulting explosion causedextensive damage to a sweet factory andserious injury to one of the fire fighters.The veteran fireman suffered injuries sosevere that it took six months of surgery andrehabilitation to save the man’s life. Thelocal paper milked this story and a criminalinvestigation for arson was launched. Coreywas never implicated as the police went afteran old business associate, who had left thecompany on bad terms, being owed a - 12 –
  • 13. substantial amount of money. The paperclipping Corey cut out of the newspaper paidtribute to the fireman as ‘a hero ofimpeccable character, whose grieving wife andchildren appeal to the arsonist to comeforward, hand himself into the police andrepent his sins’. The journalist added thefollowing poem at the end of the article:-The longer on this earth we liveAnd weigh the various qualities of menThe more we feel the high, stern-faced beautyOf plain devotedness to dutyIncidentally, the fire fighter of impeccablecharacter, used to drink excessively onpayday, stumble home to his devoted wife andbeat her for the slightest reason. Heobviously regarded domestic violence as anunavoidable part of his career. The traumahis children had to endure, just anothercontinuation of the thin line between goodand bad. The result of watching their Mothercrying and pleading, not to be beaten,resulting in latent psychology problems thatonly resurfaced in later life. Corey did notknow this secret and the effect of thenewspaper reports was enough for him to stopthe period of adolescent pyromania, he hadunconsciously embarked upon.There is something, we mortals have nocontrol over, the relentless march of time.Corey got older, left school and finished hiscollege degree, becoming a middle classAmerican, and a normal person, with abnormalideologies.Corey was highly competent in mechanics butnot electronics. Finally after muchdeliberation and internet searching he foundthe result he had been searching for, thefirst dissolvable polystyrene fuse. Herejected the original idea of the mechanicalcompression spring trigger and designed thesimplest, smallest device. In his ownpersonal view it was a stroke of genius. Halfof the shell would contain the mineral oiland caesium, the other half a piece ofpolystyrene and a tiny hole. The hole wouldallow the petrol to seep inside, slowly - 13 –
  • 14. dissolving the polystyrene, until it reachedthe oil. The oil would leak out andeventually the petrol would come into contactwith the caesium and bang. He had invented a9000 gallon fire bomb. Very simple and highlyeffective, but the hardest part would be toobtain the caesium in large quantities. Youcould buy it on the internet in smallquantities, but only for valid reasons, suchas for scientific research or demonstrationsat educational establishments and it wouldleave a trace back to Corey. The answer laywithin the confines of the refinery itself.The Baytown industrial complex also housesmany laboratories, for all types of processanalysis. One of these labs is used toproduce caesium formate. This is used as adrilling fluid for petroleum exploration andis entirely safe to use. However, to producethe fluid the caesium in its purer form mustbe used. Over the 16 years Corey had workedat the refinery he had befriended the staffat this lab. They were used to him droppingby for a chat and lately he always carried asmall urine specimen bottle, filled withmineral oil in his pocket. The mineral oilwas used to shield the Caesium from the air,heat and liquids. On rare occasions he couldsteal a small amount of caesium from thestores. This was very dangerous, as not onlycould he get caught, but he could also causea chemical fire. Then after the 9/11 attacksin New York, security was tightened up andthings got stricter. The caesium was lockedaway and an accurate inventory held. Coreyhad enough to make three bombs. It was notenough, he wanted to make hundreds. He triedother alkali metals like potassium and sodium,which were easier to obtain. However, theresults were unreliable and he needed muchlarger quantities. The idea was put on hold,he was in no hurry. The next four yearspassed without any further advances. Middleclass America was safe for now. - 14 –
  • 15. Chapter 4 – Goodbye cruel worldCorey lived on a small holding 15 milesoutside of Baytown, Harris County Texas andcommuted in an old Chevy pick up truck.Secluded and well hidden from view behindgiant Bald Cypress trees almost 100 feet tall.A loner, nobody could see what went on downthere. Even the occasional small crack of anexplosion went un-noticed or ignored. InTexas nearly everyone owned a firearm andpracticed shooting on their land. On the thnight of the 4 February 2006 Corey went tobed early. Tomorrow was a Sunday and he wasworking the weekend shift. That night he hada dream. He was stuck in thick black mud andcould hardly move. Someone was chasing himbut Corey could only move in slow motion. Theman caught up with him and spoke in a voicethat boomed at him from all directions. “Youmust complete your mission, your time willcome.” The alarm clock woke him up. Heshuffled out of bed and began his morningwork routine. While cleaning his teeth, theimage of the man in the dream flashed in hissubconscious, then in the mirror. He knewthis person; yes it was Tim, Timothy McVeigh.The local paper had called him the ‘Wackofrom Waco’. Although, in reality Tim was notinside when the CIA stormed Waco, he wasoutside amongst the reporters and thrillseekers.That day at work an explosion ripped throughthe ethyl alcohol processing plant. Corey ranoutside, toward the fire assembly point.Everywhere thick black smoke swirled aroundlike eddies and currents in a fast flowingriver. It reduced visibility to almost zero.He walked swiftly, arms in front of him todetect any obstructions he couldn’t see. Ashe passed the drilling lab, he noticed thebuilding had been badly damaged. The sidepanels were blown out and drums lay strewnaround. He recognised one of the drums. Itwas caesium. Without hesitation Corey pickedup a discarded trolley, lifted the drum andwheeled it back to his workshop, which by nowwas devoid of people. He laid down the 45gallon drum, beside his locker. Placed histoolbox on top of it, making sure the - 15 –
  • 16. labelling was obscured. He ran back outside,dumped the trolley and joined the growinggroup of workers at the assembly point. Coreywas excited and there was a lot of shouting.He now had enough material for thousands ofbombs, although he would not refer to them assuch. The name he later chose was theinvictus device, which is Latin forunconquered. ***Timothy McVeigh, the Oklahoma bomber hadkilled 168 people, including innocentchildren in a day nursery, on April 19, 1995,by detonating a truck bomb outside the CIAheadquarters. Afterwards, he said the deathswere collateral damage, a term often used bythe US military when they kill innocentcivilians, in the line of fire and thenapologise afterwards. Tim had chosen the poemInvictus as his last statement, before he wasexecuted. It was written by the English poet,William Ernest Henley, towards the end of the1800’s.Out of the night that covers me,Black as the Pit from pole to pole,I thank whatever gods may beFor my unconquerable soul.In the fell clutch of circumstanceI have not winced nor cried aloud.Under the bludgeonings of chanceMy head is bloody, but unbowed.Beyond this place of wrath and tearsLooms but the Horror of the shade,And yet the menace of the yearsFinds, and shall find, me unafraid.It matters not how strait the gate,How charged with punishments the scroll.I am the master of my fate,I am the captain of my soul. ***After the area was made safe and thepersonnel were allowed to return to their - 16 –
  • 17. normal duties, Corey had to hide the drum.This he achieved by painting it in thecolours of the Houston Texas Americanfootball team. His cover story was that theempty drum had saved his life during theexplosion. It protected him from the blast,he told everyone and the drum was now amemento and a shrine. Corey adopted the samemethod to get the magnets through security.The magnets he purchased over the internet inone order, 1000 in total. His cover story incase the authorities questioned him was inplace. He made drawings of a school project,using iron filings and the magnet, along witha plan to sell the boxed set to schools as ascience project. He pinned a Houston Texasbadge onto his overalls and every day walkedthrough security with a disc magnet clampedto the back of it. All of the security staffbeing avid fans and most of them attendedHouston Texas home games. Some of them evengave him the thumbs up when their team hadwon on the weekend.The metal boxes he chose were stock items,used on the tankers as a protective cover andjunction box for the electrical wiring. Theseboxes are manufactured for use in hazardousenvironments and as such were completelysealed. The polystyrene was even easier toobtain. Styrofoam drinking cups were used atthe water coolers and discarded into acontainer beside the water dispenser. Coreykept built up a collection in his locker.He continued to experiment and soon realisedthe timing was unpredictable. It relied onthe filling operation. The polystyrene wouldstart to dissolve when the tanker was filledwith petroleum for the first time. Coreywanted to place approximately a thousanddevices. This would take him a year, workingon three tankers a day. He needed a devicethat would open the hole when required. Thishe would have to achieve up to a year afterthe first device was installed. He knew hecould assemble the device in the welding bayor spray booth. For safety reasons both ofthese areas would be closed while in use. Aperfect way to ensure he was not detected orsuspicions aroused. - 17 –
  • 18. Eventually Corey managed to make contact withan electronics company in China. Theyspecialise in countdown timers. He gave themhis specifications and they came back with aquotation. The device gave an adjustable 365day countdown timer, miniature in size.Running on a small watch battery, it wouldclose a normally open contact once thecountdown had been reached. The accuracy wasexceptional. Corey would need to place anorder for the minimum quantity of 3000 items.He would connect the switch to a miniaturesolenoid valve. The shaft of this valve wouldtrigger a shaft which would push the plug outof the tiny hole in the metal box. Petrolwould then leak inside and start thedissolving process. Corey was not pleased,his device was now more complicated and hehad to smuggle the extra components into theplant. Could there be a better alternative.This idea would also expose him to the riskof detection, from customs. He also began tobecome more and more paranoid. Thinking hewas under surveillance, Corey had his phonedisconnected and threw his mobile into a lake.All electronic data and communications weredisposed of. He camouflaged the top of hisworkshop, which was now a caravan. He encasedhis television in tin foil, convinced thatthe CIA or FBI had devices that enabled themto tune into a TV turning it into a buggingdevice. Only one detail was holding back theplan. How could he delay the opening of thehole in the Invictus device?Ironically, Corey Bradford shares the samename as the former American football widereceiver that played for Houston Texas from2002-2005. These were the same years thatCorey had put his ‘master plan’, on hold.Corey the football player moved to theDetroit Lions in 2006. Corey the motormechanic saw this as a sign. It must be asubliminal message in the form of aninstruction. Detroit, the home of the USmotor industry, this was too much of acoincidence. The year was now 2009. The UShad many more enemies around the world,because of the wars in Iraq, Afghanistan andPakistan. Security at the plant had become - 18 –
  • 19. even stricter and there were random searcheseven at the Tank Truck Service andMaintenance Department. However, they wouldalways make a comment about the brightlycoloured drum, how good it looked and becauseof this they never chose to examine it moreclosely. Corey was becoming impatient, hewould not risk using any other parts thatcould be traced to him, or detected. All thecomponents were on site, but the device wouldonly take about half an hour to react thenexplode.Except for the metal box, all traces of thebomb would be incinerated. The box would beidentified as part of the trucks standardcomponents, thus he assumed it would notarouse suspicion. He was certain thatforensics would draw a blank. He decided totry one out, after all BP had a poor safetyrecord and road tank trucks did explode onrare occasions. Other explosions haveoccurred ever since petroleum refining hasbeen introduced. These explosions alwaysresulted in an enquiry, the resultant enquirynearly always being summed up as ‘anunavoidable accident, the outcome of whichhas resulted in more stringent safetyprocedures’. The truth, known to a select few,is that very few of these are ‘accidents’,but actually sabotage. To avoid widespreadpublic panic, these cover-ups are of coursein the interest of public safety.The next day Corey assembled the first liveInvictus device. He attached a magnet to themetal box, which he had already drilled a 3mmhole in the side of. Taking the specimenbottle, already filled with the caesium andmineral oil and the Styrofoam cups, heentered the spray booth. Once inside heflicked a switch which turned on a redflashing beacon outside the booth. A sign wasmounted under the beacon and read! SPRAY PAINTING IN PROGRESS, DO NOT ENTER !After locking the door he cut off the bottomof the cups to form three discs. These discswere then inserted inside the metal box tocover the tiny hole and stuck in place with - 19 –
  • 20. masking tape. Then he carefully filled therest of the box with the mineral oil to thetop and tiny piece of caesium, so there wouldbe no trapped air inside. This mixturepressed against the Styrofoam disc and helpedto seal off the hole. The lid was then placedon top of the box and screwed securely intoplace. He then gave the box a coat of silverpaint. This would help to seal it completelyand also camouflage the device inside thetanker. In addition to this it would plug thehole and slow down the time of detonation.The process took twenty minutes, he thenslipped the device into his overall pocket,flipped off the warning beacon, unlocked thedoor and walked to the inspection bay. Coreyhad already serviced the mammoth petroltanker in the service bay. The bottominspection hatch had been removed. There wasenough room for his upper body to squeezethrough. He placed the device out of sightbehind a metal protrusion, it clamped ontothe metal hull first time solidly, with moreforce than Corey expected. Once in place itwas impossible to remove without a crowbar orsimilar device. There was no going back; hewas now committed, the one man campaign hadbegun. The inspection hatch was bolted backinto place with a new seal. This would onlybe opened by mechanics in the same departmentas Corey after six months of service. (Itused to be three months at one time, buteveryone was looking for ways to increaseprofit, by cutting expenses). On mostoccasions the mechanic would even just tickit off the worksheet without actuallychecking. They knew that only the older tanktrucks were at risk of corrosion. Coreycontinued with his daily duties as always andwaited. He watched as the duty driver droveaway, unaware of the deadly cargo within. Healso knew that it was a certainty that thecourt of Texas would give him the deathpenalty if he was caught.I am the master of my fate:I am the captain of my soul.That night at home Corey had a flashback, itwas the duty driver and he sensed afamiliarity about the man. From where though. - 20 –
  • 21. He went to bed, fell asleep and at three inthe morning awoke with a start. The man, theduty driver had attended the same school asCorey. It was Aubrey, he couldn’t rememberhis surname. Aubrey had stuck up for himwhen he was being bullied. Corey could notget back to sleep and he lay awake, what hadhe done. It suddenly occurred to him that theinvictus device did not discriminate. Hecould kill the only person who ever stood byhim and protected him. He got up switched onthe light and looked at the writing on themirror, written in black ink, by his hand.The only CERTAINTY in life is DEATH.That morning Corey started up the Chevy forthe last time and he drove the same route towork. Parked his pick up, walked throughsecurity and made his way to the workshop. Hewas very early and no one else was at workyet in his department. He removed the itemsfrom the top of the drum and unclipped thelid. Crystallisation of the caesium on theedges had started to cause small sparks underfriction. This was caused because of the drumbeing years old by then and the metalbecoming unstable. Corey walked over to thewater cooler, picked up the plastic container,walked back to the drum and poured in theentire contents. It took a short while forthe water to reach the caesium and beinglighter than oil accumulated at the top ofthe drum, with the caesium. Suddenly thereaction started and such was the quantity ofcaesium, the alkaline metal turned the druminto a cauldron of searing white heat, theoil and water boiled and erupted into ablinding fire ball. The metal drum began tomelt, spilling the contents, Corey waseffectively vapourised and the entiredepartment caught fire as burning pieces ofchemical shattered and bounced around likepool balls. The fire took eight hours toextinguish, dry chemical extinguishing foamswere the only effective deterrent, but due tothe intensity, the fire services decided toonly contain the fire and not risk any lives. *** - 21 –
  • 22. In order to avoid adverse publicity, thecompany issued a statement:‘We regret to announce the death of one ofour most outstanding employees, CoreyBradford. He lost his life this morning as aresult of a freak accident. New safetymeasures have been introduced and I canassure the public that the risk has beeneliminated. Mr Bradford’s next of kin hasbeen informed and this will not be allowed tohappen again. To his family and friends wewould like to offer our deepest condolences’. ***The FBI received an official report,terrorism was ruled out and the refinerybrought back to full production. Explosionswere common enough and an accepted part oflife at the refinery, the significance wasalways played down. Corey was blamed forstarting the fire while welding beside a usedoil drum. He had not followed correct safetyprocedures and as a result his family was notentitled to any compensation. The oil dollarscontinued to flow in. - 22 –
  • 23. Chapter 5 – The comingThe waiting room was empty, apart from thelady receptionist. A lone figure enteredthrough the front door, from the pavementoutside. As the figure entered a chill windblew in and the receptionist shivered. Shewas later to comment to a confidant of hersthat, it seemed as though a rush of invisibleenergy accompanied the visitor. It engulfedthe room; dead decaying leaves blew acrossthe floor’. The dog eared magazines on thecoffee table, that no one ever read, flippedopen.The man walked across the room to thereception desk. He read her name embossed ingold on the name tag pinned to her crisp,clean regulation white uniform. Diana wasalways immaculate, clinical and the creasesironed like a knife edge. First impressionsare lasting impressions and Diana came acrossas a perfectionist, essential when workingfor Dr Henry Thoroughgood, ConsultantPsychiatrist. The stranger could not havecome across any differently to Diana, darkand foreboding to say the least.“May I be of assistance Sir?” Diana asked.The man remained silent, the dark hood hidingany hint of facial expression.“Would you be kind enough to close the door?”She continued slightly annoyed but stillprofessional enough not to show herimpatience.“It is.” He replied. The stranger gave aslight nod towards the door, obviously a manof few words and actions.Diana was taken by surprise, she was certainhe had not closed the door behind him, but itwas now. Another shiver ran down the back ofher neck. She quickly spoke, so the man wouldnot notice.“Anyway, how may I be of assistance?” Sheasked. - 23 –
  • 24. “I have an appointment with the Doctor atfour fifty five.”“I think you must be mistaken Mr?” He made noattempt to answer. “The Doctor always leavesat five o’clock sharp. All his appointmentsfinish at four thirty.” Diana was back incontrol.“Look in the book”. The man pointed at thebrown leather bound ‘page a day’ diary.Diana looked down at the book, on her deskopened at today’s date. She froze, unable tothink or speak for what seemed like aneternity. There in the book next to 4:55 waswritten, in her handwriting, the name MrBlackwater. Seconds passed by like minutes,her mind muddled. A sudden calming fog sweptover her. She recovered, pushed the intercombutton and spoke.“Doctor, there is a Mr Blackwater, here atreception to see you. He has an appointmentfor four fifty five”.“Let him in”. Doctor Thoroughgood replied.Diana was shocked at the lack of hesitation.She made a mental note to look up memory lossin the medical books around the office.The man did not wait for an invitation fromDiana, he walked straight to the oak panelleddoor, twisted the knob and entered withoutknocking. As the door closed Diana stared atthe brass nameplate, Dr H. Thoroughgood Phd.The same one she polished every morning. Itwas now discoloured and no longer gleamedfrom the light reflecting off the whitewashedwalls. Again she felt cold, even more intensethis time and thought ‘I must be coming downwith a cold or something’. The noise of theintercom crackling into life brought her outof this moment of surrealism. The Doctorspoke rapidly.“Diana you may go home now. I will see youtomorrow morning”.“Yes Doctor”. She replied and without anyhesitation quickly collected her handbag, puton her overcoat and hurriedly left. Therewere too many strange goings on and she was - 24 –
  • 25. glad to leave, exiting through the same doorthis stranger had entered only a short whileago. The door handle was ice cold and sheexpected to be met by a typical cold andovercast English late autumn day. However, itwas just the opposite, the sun shone brightlyand the weather comfortably warm. She steppeddown onto the pavement of Harley StreetLondon, the elite address for anyone in themedical profession. Diana loved this area,the streets always so clean, but today aterrible feeling of underlying gloom embracedher whole being and consciousness. It felt asthough a Boa constrictor was slowly wrappingitself around her body and squeezing all ofthe life out of her. Diana had become theprey. ***At 7:10 that same evening Mr Blackwaterentered the lobby of one of many of the smallhotels located near the Edgeware Road inLondon. The reception desk was unattended,Luke Blackwater was pleased. He hurriedthrough the narrow corridor, with theinadequate lighting and the cheap carpet. Thesmell of cleaning chemicals unsuccessfullymasking the dampness of the building, Lukewas reminded that this was an old area ofLondon. At Room 5 on the ground floor heswiped the keycard and entered. If the frontdesk had been staffed the bundle of filesunder his arm would not have gone unnoticed.He was of course aware of the CCTV cameras inoperation at the hotel. However, anyonereviewing the tapes would see only a blur,more like a black smudge. Inexplicably, noimages of Luke Blackwater would ever becaptured.Once inside his room, he wasted no time andset the files down on the small desk in thecorner then switched on the table lamp. Thelow energy lamp flickered into life andemitted just enough light for Luke to studythe paperwork in front of him. The nextprocess took less than an hour and when hewas finished there were two piles. The one onthe left had three of the files and the oneon the right the remainder of the files. He - 25 –
  • 26. ignored the pile on the right and turned hisfull attention back to the pile on the left.Taking out a pen from the desk draw, Lukewrote down the name address and telephonenumbers of each Dr Thoroughgood’s patientsfrom the files. They had all been treated bythe Doctor over many years for severe mentalillnesses. All of them had been prescribedvery strong anti-psychotics and sufferedrelapses with hallucinations, either auditoryor visual. ***Diana arrived for work the next morning at7:55; she had never been late in the last tenyears. After inputting the four digitsecurity code she entered the offices of DrHenry’s practice and began the daily morningroutine. She managed the entire place and asusual the Dr was in early, inside the onlyoffice with the door closed, no doubtdictating letters and reports for Diana totype on her workstation. Mornings were notthe best time of her day and she busiedherself with the menial tasks, vacuuming thecarpet. Tidying the waiting area, dustingpolishing, rearranging the magazines neatlyon the coffee table, the same magazines thatsuperstitiously announced the arrival of MrBlackwater the day before. Next she filledthe percolator with fresh ground coffee, justas the doctor liked it, checked the emailsand started looking forward to the weekend.Two hours passed and Diana began to fidget,something was wrong. She glanced at thedoctors consulting room door, all was silent,and there had been no noise that morning. Theintercom did not crackle into life and thedoctor always made the first move. He couldbe very grouchy and Diana had learnt not tointrude. His hat and coat were on the rack.The phone rang, an outside line, it came as awelcomed break in the silent monotony. It wasMrs Li, Diana knew her history, bipolardisorder. The woman was very agitated anddistressed, she insisted on speaking to theDoctor. Diana, always polite, courteous andprofessional felt a genuine empathy to thepatients. Although Diana had limited formalqualifications in psychiatric nursing, she - 26 –
  • 27. recognised that Mrs Li needed help, she wassuffering a manic episode. This was somethingthe Doctor would interrupt his morningworkload for. Diana pressed the intercombutton. There was no reply, so she triedagain and then a third time. Mrs Li beganshouting load enough for Diana to hear hereven with the telephone cradle on the desktop. Thinking that the intercom must befaulty, Diana walked to the Oak panelled doorand knocked softly. Again she received noreply and knocked louder, on the thirdattempt, there being no reply the devotedreceptionist became very concerned andentered the office. It was dark inside, thelight switched off, this was odd.“Doctor Henry,” she called out twice beforeher eyes adjusted to the darkness, she feltfor the light switch, pressed it andimmediately illuminated the room. At firstshe could not comprehend the scene before her,first a look of utter shock then she screamed. ***Room number 5 at the Hotel Essex was nowempty, Luke Blackwater had left withoutchecking out. The only evidence of his havingoccupied the room, was the files which he hadshoved into the waste paper basket. Thecontents too large for the small bin,squeezed the plastic liner to bursting point,like a volcano about to erupt. The prettyyoung Ukranian student entered and went abouther job of cleaning the room. She dislikedthe menial task, but it paid for hereducation. Her ambitions were high and sherealised that a good standard of the Englishlanguage was paramount if she wanted toaspire. It was hard for her to understand andreading English was even harder, for everyrule there were so many exceptions. Therewere still twelve more rooms for her to cleanbefore 10:00 am, so she dumped the files inthe paper recycling bag, destined for thegiant shredder operated by the local councilcontractors, they were never to be read again. *** - 27 –
  • 28. The response time to Diana’s emergency 999call was under three minutes. Everything forher happened in slow motion, it was as thoughshe was witnessing something surreal. Theparamedics rapid response unit arrived first,they declared Dr Henry Thoroughgood dead atthe scene and had almost completed theirpaperwork as the ambulance arrived to removethe corpse. However, they would not touch thebody until the fire services turned up.Within fifteen minutes the Metropolitanpolice also arrived, which meant by this timethere were about ten people in the consultingrooms. Diana was now seated and beingattended to by the paramedics for shock. Theydecided to transport her to the nearesthospital accident and emergency and refusedto let the police interview her, until hercondition had stabilised. Detective InspectorHughes walked into the doctor’s office.Although he had forty years service with theforce, fifteen of those with New ScotlandYard, this was a first for detective Hughes.He had been called in because of the unusualcircumstances pertaining to this case. Heread the paramedics report - extensive,severe burns to over 95% of the body, onlythe doctor’s feet, still inside his brownleather shoes remained intact. The seniorfire officer reported that the fire damagedwas confined to the body only. None of thesurrounding flammable solids showed any signsof combustion, this included furniture,carpeting, curtains and even the paperwork onthe desk. A forensic team had arrived andbegan taking samples for further analysis.Unofficially, the consensus amongst the fireservices was that the cause of death wasspontaneous combustion. This phenomenon beingso rare that there are very few documentedcases, but this could be the only explanationas the use of an accelerant would have causedthe fire to spread rapidly throughout theentire room. The intensity of the fire hadreduced the body to ash. ***Three weeks later detective Hughes receivedthe autopsy report; there were no signs oftrauma, arson or foul play of any kind. The - 28 –
  • 29. cause of death was given as misadventure andthe case closed. The only witness, Dianaremained in deep shock and became catatonic;she was admitted to a psychiatric ward forobservation, the police had not heard thelast of the unusual case of the dead doctor. - 29 –
  • 30. Chapter 6 – The chosenOutpatient # 420721, Trevor Campbell awokefrom his drug induced slumber. Light barelymade it through the filthy curtains andwindows, the same ones which he never opened.He got up slowly and sat on the side of thebed until the fog in his head cleared. Thesame morning routine Trevor had followed eversince he could remember began with theplastic prescription pill bottle and a handrolled cigarette.Chlorpromazine belongs to the group of drugscalled anti-psychotic medication and theoldest. Trevor hated the side effects of thisvery powerful chemical, it made himconstantly drowsy, confused and sometimes hewould dribble uncontrollable. In fact he hadbeen taking it for so long he could no longerdistinguish between symptoms and side effects.There are other alternatives, with fewer sideeffects but they are more expensive andTrevor being on social benefits did notqualify. He swallowed the tablets and took along drag on the cigarette, placed it back inthe ashtray amongst the mess of discardedbutts and dropped tobacco. He hated life,himself, the NHS and above all his parents.They were to blame for his condition, he knewthis beyond doubt, a psychologist had toldhim. Trevor had first entered the psychiatricsystem at the tender age of fourteen, he wasnow forty. He had no job, no family support,no friends and worst of all, in his opinion,he had no partner. Over the years there hadbeen numerous suicide attempts and suicidenotes, along with admissions to hospital. Heonce remarked, “I am such a loser, I can’teven take my own life.” He did however own aBible and a crucifix, sometimes God wouldspeak to him personally and he always obeyedGods commands.The council flat was unkempt, the disarray areflection of his life, traumatic,disorganised and unproductive. He rarelyventured outside, Agoraphobia theprofessionals had written in his notes. Atleast the medication kept the voices away, if - 30 –
  • 31. he refused his medication, a relapse wouldmean admittance to the mental healthassessment ward. What a life, two options tochoose from, both miserable. His only hopewas ‘the program’, the one the new doctor inHarley Street had chosen for him. Suddenlythere was a knock at the front door; the bellhad stopped working over four years ago. Hehad never reported it to the council buildingmaintenance department, which would result ina visit from a handyman, he didn’t likevisits.The knock startled him, which was not unusual;anything out of the ordinary caused himanxiety. Trevor had no phone, payment arrearsand county court judgements meant it wasimpossible for him to get credit. Anotherknock at the door, he ignored it, being in nomood for human interaction. The knockingbecame more insistent and louder, he couldignore it no longer. Trevor reached the door,opening up he hesitated while his eyesadjusted to the light from the dark interiorof the flat. It was Dr Thoroughgood, alone;Trevor was both surprised and curious. TheDoc never arrived unannounced and alone,without a care co-ordinator, due to Trevor’sunpredictable character, which sometimesresulting in violent outbursts. The Doctorhad been working on a research project andsometimes gave Trevor depot injections, thesewere intra-muscular, designed to be slowacting and last many weeks. The anxietyreturned which caused his palms to sweat andhis heart to race. The Doc had previouslyexplained to Trevor that he was about to makea landmark breakthrough in Psychiatry, it wasa dream and an obsession. Not only would itearn the Doctor an honorary doctorate, but itwould completely cure Trevor and greatlyimprove his quality of life.“Good morning Trevor, may I come in?”“Sure Doctor.” He replied and walked backinto the small lounge. “Cup of tea, I wasjust putting the kettle on?”“No thank you.” The Doctor always refused hisoffer of tea and the smell in the flat - 31 –
  • 32. nauseated him. “I want you to sit down.”Trevor obeyed.“I have something for you.” He held up asmall package. Trevor’s eyes becametransfixed; the object seemed to glow throughthe suede bag in which it was contained. Hewanted to reach out and hold it, to feel itsmagic.“From now on Trevor you will no longer needyour medication. Bring your pills to me and Iwill take them away, you will no longer needto take any medication and when I leave openthe bag”. With that Trevor hurriedly scoopedup the pill bottles, and handed them over,just in case the Doctor changed his mind.Then with no further words being spoken theDoctor left, the visit had taken just a fewminutes.Trevor looked at the bag on the coffee tableand smiled for the first time in many years,he knew his life was about to change. Forbetter or for worse, personally he did noteven care. ***Outpatient # 420786, Thomas Brown AKA TinyTom, a huge African over 6 feet tall, hadconverted to Islam many years ago, his chosenname Mohammed Abdullah. It gave him purposein life, a light at the end of a long darktunnel and when he was well, Mo, as hepreferred to be called, would pray five timesa day. When he was unwell, in relapse, thedepression would take over and he wouldremain in bed, neglected his personal hygieneand shut out the world, becoming Tiny Tomagain. The contrast between the twocharacters could not have been greater, as aMuslim he would wash before praying, enteringthe mosque or touching the Koran, cleanlinessbeing an essential part of the way of life.Neglected by his carers, the community mentalhealth team, CMHT, care in the communityamounted to the rare occasional visit. Big,black and Muslim, unofficially he wasregarded as a ‘no hoper’. They werefrightened of Mr Brown, even though the man - 32 –
  • 33. was a gentle giant; it was easier for them toignore him. This they easily achieved, afterall he was delusional and the fabricatedreports in his file stated that on occasions,Mr Brown would answer the door and thenbecome threatening and abusive, which leftthem no alternative but to leave. They feltunsafe and handing him their card, they wouldadvise him that if he needed any help heshould contact them on any of the telephonenumbers, or leave a message. The truth wasthat the carers would not even go toMohammed’s flat; instead they would sit inthe local coffee shop, drinking latte whilediscussing football, soaps or general officegossip, just to kill time. The only qualityattention he received was after beingselected for ‘the program’ under thesupervision of Doctor Thoroughgood.Today Mo received a visit from the Doctor,who entered the studio flat in Tower Hamlets;the small living space seemed to make thepatient seem even bigger. The air smelt fresh,the curtains and windows were open and awelcome environment to the one the Doctor hadjust visited at the flat in neighbouringHackney.The conversation went almost exactly as ithad earlier with Trevor. Again the Doctortook away all the medication, this timeOlanzapine, an anti-psychotic, Amytryptaline,an anti-depressant and Temazepam, an anti-anxiety drug. Enough to sedate a thoroughbredhorse, this cocktail had been prescribed toMo for years and was a reflection of the fearthat the medical staff had for this man. TheDoctor placed the suede bag on the table andleft without looking back or saying goodbye,as though he was in a trance. He had onefinal visit that day, all had gone accordingto plan so far and soon it would also be hislast day alive. He thought about the threefiles, each file contained the sad storey ofthree people, all victims of the sick part oftheir society. People went about their dailylives and activities. Everyone so tied up intheir own selfishness, ignoring the basicrules, showing no empathy for their fellow - 33 –
  • 34. humans. These simple rules that have beenwritten to protect our civilisation.Trevor had grown up with an alcoholic mother;he never knew his biological father and hisuncle sexually abused him and threatened tokill him if he ever told anyone. Thomas,trying to rebuild his life as Mohammed hadlost both of his beloved parents when he wasnine. There had been an arson attack on theirhome, unfortunately the authorities blamedThomas and he was sectioned under the mentalhealth act. Spending the next eleven years ina secure unit, he was released into thecommunity, but his prospect of becoming apositive contribution to society had beendestroyed. Both men had grown up in squalor,living below the poverty line, residents ofinner city housing estates and with no wealthor possessions. ***File number three, out patient # 420639 hadan entirely different social upbringing.Cynthia Rosenberg lived in Golders Green, thedaughter of a wealthy Jewish businessman. Hewas orthodox but she was not, although shedid pray when things got particularly bad.Her friends nicknamed her Amy Winehouse afterthe singer, who tragically died at 27, a sadloss of outstanding talent.Every Saturday her father would walk to thesynagogue, no matter what the weather.Cynthia had self harmed so many times thather arms and legs were covered in cuts, somehealed and some fresh. She was embarrassed bythis and always wore long sleeved tops tohide the lattice of scars. Most of the nursesthought she was an attention seeker, but apsychologist once explained that she cutherself to bleed as an outlet, as thoughcleansing herself of the horrors within hermind. When under the influence of herprescription Amisulpride and Diazepam, thescars reminded her of the complex andcolourful diagram of the London Underground.Her mother was ashamed of her and acted asthough she did not exist, even discussing - 34 –
  • 35. Cynthia with friends in front of her asthough she was invisible or mute. Today bothher parents were out of the house, the doorbell rang and Doctor Thoroughgood deliveredthe last of his packages. - 35 –
  • 36. Chapter 7 – The meetingAll three participants in ‘the program’,Trevor Campbell, Thomas Brown and CynthiaRosenberg sat quietly in the old disusedwarehouse in Docklands London. They made noeye contact, had taken no medication forthree days and each had a small suede packagein their pocket. The four chairs werearranged in a circle, North, South, East andWest. Mo faced East towards Mecca out ofrespect for his religion.Only one chair was unoccupied and no onespoke to the others, the silence was socomplete it seemed to create a noise of itsown. The chosen had a mission, a task tofulfil and each ones minds workedrelentlessly. Images flashed behind closedeyelids, war, famine, drought, greed, thehistory of humankind, over and over. Eachgeneration taking over from the last andmaking the same mistakes, never seeming tolearn from others mistakes. An unseen forcebegan to reach out and started to encompassthe three, joining the unlikely trio. Thecircle incomplete for now all the while theempty chair stood waiting for the final link.“Welcome”. The three did not open their eyesor look up to realise the meeting was nowcomplete.“I have given a message to all of you. Youhave your instructions and it is time forCivilisation to meet its greatest challenge,a sacrifice of the materialism that isthreatening to destroy this planet. We mustreturn to nature for the answer to life, thechangeover will begin today. You have beenchosen because you have suffered, thiscorrupt society regards you as abnormal, yetyou only hurt yourselves and not others.Under the unjust label of mental illness, youhave been carrying the burden of the sins ofothers who have no conscience; your pain hashelped you seek enlightenment. The planet isunder siege; it has been hijacked and held toransom by your fellow beings. We have watchedand waited, giving more than enough chancesfor the prejudice, hatred, greed, persecution, - 36 –
  • 37. revenge and violence to end, but it only getsworse. Your race can speak many languages,have many different features and believe indifferent ideals within different societies,but you are all the same. If any of you cutyourselves you bleed, red blood, if yourheart stops pumping you all die. Above andbeyond all you are all mortals, no one of youwill live forever, so why do you insist onpointing out each others differences? Now isthe time for a new world order, one withoutboundaries and disputes over land. It is timefor intervention before you destroy eachother. The countdown has begun, forty daysfrom now the world will be a differentplace.”The man, they all knew as the Doctor stood upand left the room, the meeting was now over.All three of them had developed a sixth andseventh sense because of the trauma of theirpsychosis; this meant that in addition tosight sound touch taste and smell, they couldcommunicate with each other using their mindsand project their thoughts.Trevor or ‘Trev’ to his schoolmates, was thefirst to move, he put his hand inside hispocket and then removed the suede bag. Heuntied the leather lace and placed the objecton the floor in the centre of the circle. Theobject looked like a beautiful piece ofjewellery, with colours of all the preciousmetals, it shone and sparkled emitting agreen tinted aura. Mo was next and he alsoremoved the piece from its bag then placed itbeside the first. It fitted like a piece of a3D jigsaw puzzle and the aura changed colour,more like purple this time. Amy was the lastto place her piece and it completed thepuzzle, the shape was now a perfectly conicaland its aura changed once again to orange.The top part consisted of quartz crystal witha diamond of such purity there were noimperfections. The middle looked like aspiral of entwined platinum and silver, whilethe base consisted of the purest rings ofalternating copper and gold. Underneath thecone a hollow contained a piece of Achondrite.This magical component is a very rarematerial found only in meteorites from - 37 –
  • 38. outside our atmosphere, to be more specificthey originate from the Moon or Mars and havefallen to earth over millenium. Apart, eachpiece looked unique, but once they wereconjoined the resulting object became themost beautiful ever produced and no markscould be seen to indicate the joins. If onewas to gather the best team of masterjewellers from every country on earth, theywould never be able to manufacture such amagnificent creation such as this one. Onlythe three would be able to see the aura, aresult of their seventh sense and the orangelight rose up engulfing the three in a warmencompassing grasp. After sometime the lightshrunk back into the conical object whichmade the room once again became dark and damp.The potential power that this object held nowlay dormant and ready for use, to do good inthe right hands or bad in the wrong hands.Each of the pieces had now become latent,synchronised and without any physicalintervention it separated into three smallercones. Then without speaking the three pickedup their respective piece, placed it insidethe suede bag and tied it up. They stood upand left separately, each in a differentdirection and all of them with a differentmission. The meeting had officially come toan end. ***Leroy Thomas had been driving the London busroutes for the last forty years. He hadarrived in England by boat at Tilbury docksso long ago, filled with pride and a passionfor the values that England supposedly stoodfor. This soon evaporated as he was subjectedto the post war seventies England of openracial discrimination. In Jamaica he was ayoung qualified engineer, but this meantnothing in the UK and all of his jobapplications were turned down. One potentialemployee even told him that ‘we will not havea black man working amongst the elite ofBritish engineering. During the industrialrevolution there weren’t any of your kind.”Some would argue nowadays that the inventionof the internal combustion engine and theassociated thirst for oil required as fuel - 38 –
  • 39. have contributed to the destruction of theplanet.His only option was to become a bus driverand there was no chance of reaching the levelof supervisor. During his time as a driver hehad seen the worst of London society; he hadbeen spat at, robbed at knife point,physically and verbally abused. Theperpetrators were from all backgrounds,including his beloved homeland. Every eveninghis wife hung his immaculately presseduniform on the back of the chair. They hadboth held onto their pride and above alltheir respect for others.This morning he was smiling even more thanusual as he clothed himself, ready for theday shift, today would be his last day, hisfinal journey for London Transport. It washis retirement day; he would park up the bus,clock out and take his wife back to Jamaica.The sun and the rum were waiting for him;however, during his years Leroy had not seenit all. ***Doctor Henry Thoroughgood walked purposefullyto the edge of the pavement and waited forthe opportune moment. Without emotion,looking directly ahead of him he stepped outinto the road, directly in to the path of thebus Leroy was driving. The double decker hitthe Doctor at 30 miles per hour, his body wasthrown forwards and his head flipped back,cracking the windscreen as well as the skull.Leroy slammed down on the brake instinctively,with the force people only find in extremelystressful situations. Henrys body disappearedfrom view, under the chassis and was draggedalong the road for at least ten metres. Everybone was crushed and broken, death withoutdoubt had been instantaneous. Leroy’s handsheld the steering wheel in a vice like grip;he put his head down and began to cry. - 39 –
  • 40. Chapter 8 – Forty days remainsThe file marked URGENT was dropped ontoDetective Inspector Hughes desk by theinternal mailroom worker. He waited withoutspeaking as the detective grabbed his pen,irritated, overworked and nursing a hangover.He signed the slip accepting receipt of thefile, more work for him and this one requiredhis immediate attention. The mailroom clerkleft and Detective ‘Hooker’ Hughes opened thefile. He got the nickname when he was muchyounger, in his twenties as a boxer; he hadan awesome right hook. Now he was older,overweight and too unfit to last half a roundin the ring and wise enough to know it too.Nothing much interested Hooker anymore, buton this day that was about to change as heread the file. It was the spontaneouscombustion case now reopened; Doctor HenryThoroughgood it seems had died a second time.The first time dental records provided hisidentity. This time there was absolutely nodoubt it was his body, with the same set ofteeth. Hooker Hughes picked up the phone anddialled the mortuary. ***Over 3000 miles away in North America, apetrol tanker pulled up to the filling bay.Only this was not the filling bay for theunleaded kerosene used in passenger vehiclesbut the A type aviation fuel used in jetaircraft. The operator started up the pumpand began to fill the tanker with 9000gallons of jet fuel, with a higher octane orflash point than kerosene. The limpet mineremained solidly attached with its permanentmagnet to the inside of the tank, the fuelstarted to react with the paint covering theminute hole in the side of the device. ***Detective Hooker Hughes revisited the HarleyStreet practice, this time with the intentionof conducting a more thorough inspection. Thelandlord was waiting on the steps to open upthe door, at first he had tried to shrug off - 40 –
  • 41. Hooker Hughes request but soon relented afterthe veteran policeman turned up the pressure.“We can do this the hard way or the easyway.” He had growled on the phone with everyintention of intimidating the man.The landlord chose the easy way and opened up.“Just pull the door closed when you’refinished, the decorators will be in tomorrowso I would appreciate if you finished uptoday Detective.”Hooker did not reply but walked into theconsulting room. The heating had been turnedoff and the inside had a slight smell ofdampness combined with an unpleasant burntodour. Without hesitation he walked into theoffice, where the Doctor had allegedly died.All of the ashes and body parts had beenscrupulously removed. The chair the Doctorhad been seated in was hardly damaged and hadbeen left overturned, assumedly by theforensic team. Hooker righted the chair, forno apparent reason, just that it seemed therespectful thing to do. His attention turnedto the bookshelves and he glanced at thejournals and reference books, most withtitles he struggled to pronounce. Next helooked at the metal filing cabinets markedfrom A through to Z. He opened the drawersand found very few files inside which seemedunusual but he gave it no further thought.Until he opened one particular drawer andfound a thick wad of pages within files boundtogether and simply marked ‘the program’.Years of detective work gave Hooker theinstinct to know this was all he needed fromthe visit. He left with all the papers, drovestraight back to the office and started tobark orders at his subordinates. One man inparticular nicknamed ‘Sherlock’, who wouldfinish the Times cryptic crossword in tenminutes every morning and could speed read anentire novel in two to three hours.“I want you to go through these and give me asummary Sherlock.”“When do you want it by Sir?” He replied - 41 –
  • 42. “Yesterday,” Barked Hooker with every hint ofsarcasm. ***Trev, Mo and Amy were all alone at home whenthe post arrived, they made for the letterboxand each one looked at the small package.They were addressed to Mr Campbell, Mr Brownand Miss Rosenberg and marked ‘private andconfidential’. Each package contained apassport and a first class air ticket. Trevwas destined for Brazil South America, Mo wasdestined for Johannesburg South Africa andAmy to Sydney Australia. None of them hadever flown before and none of the threeshowed any indication of surprise, theycompletely lacked any emotions. An hour afterthe parcels had arrived, the drivers turnedup to chauffeur them to Heathrow airport;each of them had only a single piece of handbaggage. And that is how the mission began,with this unlikely trio on a journey to faroff countries and the enormity of their questnot yet apparent. ***The president of the United States of Americaboarded Air Force 1 on the tarmac at Berlinairport. The Boeing VC25 is actually acustomised Boeing 747-200B series and theplane has complex EMI, electromagneticinterference protection, to protect it frominvisible sound waves. He had finished hismeeting with the leaders of the Euro zone andwas not pleased at all with the outcome. Theeconomy of the Western world had begun tofalter and the greatest superpower on theplanet was in danger of being overtaken byChina and then India. He did not need to bereminded that over the years the US foreignpolicy had contributed enormously to thiscrisis. Wars are very expensive and do moreharm than good. The bombing of innocentcivilians will only result in turning thesurvivors into soldiers, thereby increasingthe number of the enemy. Of course thepresident knew this but was now powerless tostop it, everything had to be passed by theSenate and they had their own agenda. The - 42 –
  • 43. plane took off for the relatively short tripacross the Atlantic Ocean. They were airbornefor only twenty minutes when the cockpitbegan to light up like Times Square on NewYears Eve. The experienced pilots reset mostof the panel warning lamps, but the remainingones gave an ominous indication. Somethingwas wrong with the on board computertelemetry system. The aeroplane consists ofmiles of cabling connected to sensors allover the structure and these fibre opticcables relay measurements of level, flow,pressure and temperature back to the cockpit.A fault in the telemetry meant that thepilots could not rely on the information.Suddenly engine three gave an indication offire, the co-pilot hastily made his wayinside the plane and looked at the enginesthrough the windows. There was no sign of anysmoke or other anomalies and he returned tothe cockpit to inform the Captain.“That was lucky,” the Captain said, “I wasjust about to press the extinguisher buttonand shut down the engine. Shit, the low fuelwarning on engine two has come on.”He reached up and silenced the warning buzzer.“We are going to have to fly manually all theway back, I’m not risking Autopilot.”“Yes, Captain,” the co-pilot replied. “ShallI inform the president?”“Not just yet, let’s see if things settledown, I still have full control. He hasenough on his mind already.” ***On the way to Heathrow Airport the threedrivers tried to engage their occupants inconversation, but gave up after getting noreplies. At the drop off zone they exited thevehicle with their eyes fixed straight aheadand without a word entered the appropriateInternational Departure Terminal. One of thedrivers, a Cockney, who used to drive blackcabs in central London whispered so as not tobe heard, “Miserable git, more money thanbleeding sense. Money don’t make you better - 43 –
  • 44. than me mate”. The ex-cabbie continued tomutter as he drove off to his next pick up. ***Each of the chosen ones went to a differentterminal and booked on a different airline,therefore ensuring their paths would notcross. However, the proximity to each otherwas enough to cause the pieces of brilliantjewels to vibrate as though they werecommunicating, which of course they were.They all went unnoticed in the vast expanseof the modern terminal buildings, with therows of check-in counters, the hustle andbustle of people of nationalities from everyconceivable country. Each one was fasttracked through because of the first classtickets. At security control everyone istreated equally though and they compliantlyremoved their shoes and belts, placing thesetogether with the hand baggage into a plastictray. The tray was then pushed onto aconveyor and passed through the X-Ray machine;the operator saw nothing suspicious, nostrange conical shaped object appeared on thedisplay screen. All three passed through intothe departure lounge without incident. ***“Hooker I’ve got the summary here for you.”Sherlock held out the paper. The phone rang.“Just a sec,” replied Hooker as he picked upthe receiver. Then he became silent for sometime, “OK thanks,” he put down the phone.“That was the coroner, the teeth matchedperfectly, his only explanation is that oneset of teeth is a copy, but he says that isimpossible as they are both human. This oneis getting weird.”He grabbed the paper from Sherlock whichunsurprisingly was written using the longestwords in the Oxford dictionary. “Englishplease Sherlock. Just give me a summary ofthe summary, OK?” - 44 –
  • 45. “Well from what I have been able to obtainfrom the Doctors notes, he was conductingsome form of secret experiment. He had chosenseven patients with Mental Health problemsand offered his services on a pro-bono basisto the NHS. The patients were all undergoingtreatment under the care in the communityprogramme and had been in and out ofpsychiatric hospitals on numerous occasions.The Doctor kept meticulous notes which gaveme all the information. He would sedate themwith a valium drip until they were in a deepsleep. Then inflict electro-convulsive shocktherapy, which in effect would stun theirbrain, this practice has been outlawed in theWestern world for many years. As the patientbegan to regain consciousness he wouldadminister a very small dose of insulin,almost enough to induce a coma and death. Nowthis is the scariest part, after the insulinshock had worn off, the patient would then beadministered a drug which causes completeparalysis, but the patient was stillconscious and able to hear. The doctor wouldthen pronounce the patient dead and pretendto go about preparing the body, sometimes hewould announce that the body is to beimmediately cremated. On other accessions hewould pretend that the patient was about tobe buried and all the time the person couldhear this conversation. After that to finishoff it would be another valium drip and afinal dose of shock therapy, which has theeffect of erasing the persons memory. Thedoctor was convinced that this unorthodoxtherapy would cure the patient, but Ipersonally believe he enjoyed it. Oh yes andanother thing four of the patients are nowdead. Each one apparently committed suicideand all of them had been on ‘the program’ asit was referred to.” Sherlock took a sip ofwater and waited for a reply.“Where did all this go on, he must haveneeded medical facilities?” Hooker asked.“That’s what I was wondering, in the notes heonly refers to Area 15 as the narcosis ward.”Sherlock replied. - 45 –
  • 46. “This one sounds like a case for theconspiracy theorists. Have you got thedetails of those three living patients?”Sherlock nodded. “Get the uniform boys to paythem a visit and find out more about the wardand what does narcosis mean?”“It means a state of unconsciousness causedby drugs”. Sherlock replied withouthesitation, always eager to show off hisintelligence. “The doctor refers to thetreatment of psychosis using extreme traumaby simulating death while the patient is inan unconscious state. He termed it pseudo-necrosis, I reckon his name should have beenDr Frankenstein.”“No shit Sherlock, keep your personalopinions to yourself, I’m getting the willies.Let me know as soon as you have anythingelse.” Hooker ended the conversation. Hewatched Sherlock turn around hastily andreturn to his desk opposite. “What would I dowithout you?” Hooker whispered under hisbreath. ***Air Force 1 was now over UK airspace and thecrew discussed whether to radio forpermission to land at an airfield in England.The Captain decided to advise the presidentand strongly recommended that they land assoon as possible. Permission was given forthe aircraft to land at RAF Greenham Commonin the county of Berkshire, West of London.The captain advised Andrews Air force base inMaryland USA. It was decided to use acivilian aircraft to further transport thepresident. Once on board the call sign wouldchange from airforce 1 to executive 1 and thesingle jet engine aircraft was immediatelydiverted in midair while flying over Turkey.The civilian aircraft was returning from anextraordinary rendition trip with threesecret service members on board. They hadpicked up a supposed Jihadist terrorist fromAfghanistan and handed him over to theTurkish authorities. Suspected of bombing aTurkish market place, they knew the man - 46 –
  • 47. whether he was guilty or innocent, wouldnever survive the torture. They were in goodhumour joking and looking forward to seeingtheir families when the call came in, todivert to the Royal Air Force base. They weretold that the Angel had landed, which meantthe president aboard the aircraft with thecall sign Air Force 1 was now on the groundand safe. It would take them less than anhour to arrive and the mood amongst thesecret service agents became more serious andsombre. ***John Boy Rogers climbed up into the cab ofthe road tanker, now fully loaded with highoctane jet fuel. He laid the clip board onthe passenger seat with the destinationclearly marked. The journey would take JohnBoy a short way near Houston Texas and then450Km to Oklahoma City Airport, ironicallynamed Will Rogers World Airport, located just8Km from downtown Oklahoma. Although theairport has no international destinations itis very busy with many domestic flights whichtransport nearly 3.5million passengers a year.Oklahoma City is also headquarters to thelargest charity in America, the SalvationArmy. ***The delegation from the Israeli secretservice Mossad arrived in New York. They hadbeen summoned there on a covert fact findingmission with the permission of the USdepartment of defence or DoD. They were thereto co-ordinate the swapping of notes andinformation on missile defence systems usingInformation assurance (IA) which is thepractice of managing risks related to the use,processing, storage, and transmission ofinformation or data. IA is used by the CIA asthe standard for protection of sensitiveinformation mainly in the form of digitalhardware and software. The delegation wereunofficially guests of the IA who’s motto isdefenders of the domain and were particularlyinterested in protection from hackers,refered to in the IA as information security. - 47 –
  • 48. They were due to fly from New York to WillRogers Airport and visit the Oklahoma StateUniversity–Stillwater which taught andresearched Information security degrees,under the pretence of awarding grants to theUniversity. In reality they were there tobeef up the security of the Israeli developedmissile defence systems located on the GolanHeights and the US were very interested inthe technology, codenamed iron shield. Withinthe military it is simply referred to askatlani amral, or deadly night-vision. ***At New Scotland Yard Hooker Hughes got threemobile phone calls, none of the threepatients were at home.“Yes Sir we made enquiries with all theneighbours, to no avail.” Each of theofficers had replied in answer to hisquestion.“Put out an alert for them, they are allpotential witnesses to a murder enquiry andreport back to me every half hour.” Thedetective was warmed up and ready for thebout to begin, however the judges would notaward points anymore in his fights, butsitting in court was similar to being at theringside during a boxing tournament. ***The road tanker was almost halfway toOklahoma when John Boy stopped at the back ofa long queue of traffic. In the US the policewalk back and inform the drivers about thehold up, which was an accident involving twocars. In the UK they just shut the road andleave you to your own devices, which resultsin all alternative routes becoming gridlocked.John Boy switched off the engine, so that thetachometer would stop recording. He was onlyallowed to drive for four hours without abreak and this would now become hisunscheduled rest stop. He opened the thermosflask, poured a cup of coffee and afterchecking his wing mirrors, poured in agenerous portion of Jack Daniels whisky. - 48 –
  • 49. ***Within two hours Trev had boarded his flightto Rio de Janeiro which until then he thoughtwas the Capital city of Brazil instead ofBrasilia, a common mistake amongst Europeans.The flight time would be eleven and a halfhours. Mo had boarded his flight toJohannesburg, which would take eleven and aquarter hours. Amy had the longest flighttime of twenty one hours and destined for faroff Australia. Without their medication, somesymptoms were starting to rear their uglyhead, beginning with nervousness, sweating,and then paranoia. Each time the symptomsbegan to overcome the trio, they simply heldthe small suede bag and a total calmnesswould shroud their bodies in a warmprotective blanket.The future of planet earth had now become theresponsibility of three tragic people,ostracised and rejected by mainstream society.Would they choose the route of good or evil,vengeance or empathy? Or is the mission oneof Armageddon. Is it already too late formodern civilisation? MAD OR BAD PART TWO COMING SOON - 49 –