Chapter 6 The Truth Will Be Revealed
Chloe
April 18th, 2014
5:40 PM
15 Miles From Arcadia Bay
D-6 Bunker
Rachel, Warren, and I descend down in the elevator that takes us to the place referred to as the "Deep Six". Once the elevator comes to a halt, the doors open and we walks straight out with our guns in hand checking the corner between us for any guards. The coast was clear.
We appeared to have entered a bunker of some sort. Something you'd see out of Robocop, Total Recall, Starship Troopers, or whatever sy-fy film made by Paul Verhoeven. When checking the corners, the place had been built with titanium walls and packed with crates and containers carrying toxic material.
"Where are we, Rachel?" I ask. "This place looks like it's ready to start a nuclear war or something."
"Maybe it is," she said.
"Yo, ladies, look at this," Warren called out. "Check out this logo I found. I think we just found our Project Cyclone Prescott mentioned."
We walk over to where Warren was standing to see a logo printed on the wall to confirm if he was right. And indeed he was. The description of this logo had a vortex symbol with the words PROJECT CYCLONE displayed on.
"Starring at logos isn't going to make us find the truth any quicker," I said. "We need to keep moving. And fast."
"Chloe's right," said Rachel. "Let's move out."
If we had come to the right place, the for the truth beyond the storm was now closing in. The project logo on the wall made us bound to find the truth I had been waiting for since the day Max surrendered. Maybe even the day since Max made her choice beside the lighthouse. The the sooner the hunt for the truth was over, the sooner the truth will be revealed. That will be day.
What lied ahead was more halls to walk through, more corners to check, and more guards to deal with. There was one guard we had to handle that was standing in front of us looking in the opposite direction. We let Rachel take this one. She tip-toed behind him and knocked his ass out with her gun. Same way she handled the one guard taking a piss on Prescott backyard. Only this guard didn't have his penis sticking out. Eww.
After passed the guard Rachel knocked out, we saw an automatic door with glass that was an entry to a control room of some sort. There were people in the room. So we hid behind the corner of the door and evesdropped.
In the room, there were two guards in suits who looked like Prescott's bodyguards who were with him during his meeting with Ranikov at the dock. The bodyguards were talking to a scientist in a lab coat in the control room. We peaked through the glass window while staying hidden.
"You don't understand," said the scientist arguing with the guards. "There are people still down here!"
"Do you have any idea why this is called Operation Dead Eyes?" asked one of the guards.
Without hesitation, the guards pulled out their pistols and open fired on the scientist. The sounds of bullets unloading on the scientist made me jump and squint my eyes. The guards ruthlessly kept pumping lead into their target until he callapsed to the ground and their clips were empty. One guard reloaded his gun and fired one more round into the scientist's body before they ceased fire.
"I think he's dead already," said the guard.
Now I got the idea of what they mentioned to be "Operation Dead Eyes", but why? It doesn't take a dozen bullets to kill one innocent scientist, that's for sure. The guards then left the room like nothing occurred. How heartless.
"Jesus, you think they shot his ass enough times?" I said.
"Chloe, Rachel, you should listen to this," said Warren carrying a radio.
Warren had taken a radio from the guards Rachel knocked down and we heard it out. He turned on the radio's channel so we could listen.
"Perimeter breached. The facility has been compromised. I repeat, the Deep Six has been compromised. Initiate Operation Dead Eyes. Destroy all traces of Project Cyclone and terminate any research personnel in the vicinity. No one gets in or out."
"Did I just hear the perimeter's been breached?" I ask shockingly. "What the shit! They know we're here! Now what do we do?!"
"Keep your voice down, Chloe!" snapped Rachel. "If they know we're here, we've got no time to lose. Let's get to it."
We enter the control to find another Project Cyclone seal printed on the floor surrounded by panels and terminals. As well as the dead scientist bleeding on the ground with a dozen bullet holes on his corpse. I almost barf staring at body of the victim, they way I did inhaling the stench of Rachel's replicated body in the dump, but I held my vomit in throwing it up in my mouth instead.
"Ugh, now I know how it feels to be staring at corpses in the real word compared to Call of Duty or Counterstrike," whined Warren. "Not cool."
"Why don't you two stop looking at corpses and move the fuck along, will you?" asked Rachel.
We proceed through the bunker out of the control room and into more halls. As we continue our way through, we come across a small room with sealed doors and a glass window next to a control panel. It was a decontamination room.
"What have we got here?" I ask.
"It looks like a decontamination room," said Rachel.
She tried budging the door open, but it could just be opened by hand.
"It's stuck," she said. "Looks like we'll have to open it from here."
She walks over to the panel next to the room to open the door, but the door required a pass code for entry.
"Shit, it needs a security code for entry," said Rachel.
"Well that sousounds promising," I said. "Why doesn't everything need a password these days?"
"Hey, is someone out there?! Let me out!"
"Did you hear that?" asked Rachel.
We heard the voice coming from somewhere. As if someone was trapped inside someplace.
"If anyone's out there, I'm in here! Let me out of here!"
"Someone's in there!" shouted Warren. "We have to help him!"
The voice came from inside a closet near decontamination. I open the door for the person trapped inside to let him out. We point our guns at the man trapped inside as we let him out.
"Don't shoot!" he shrieked. "I'm unarmed! Please don't hurt me!"
"Who the hell are you?" I ask the man.
The had been wearing a lab coat too. Just like that was executed by Prescott's goons.
He must've been another scientist part of they research staff they wanted dead.
"I'm just a researcher," the man answered. "Hold on, who are you? How did you kids in get here?"
"That's not important," said Rachel. "What's important is that you get us through decontamination. Can you do that?"
"Decontamination? Sure, but why?
"I don't know if you noticed, but their about to blow this place sky high," I mutter. "Just get us through there!"
"Okay, okay! I'll get you through there. But after that, you'll let me go?"
"Yes, we'll let you go," said Rachel. "What were doing in there locked in that room anyways?"
"They locked me up in there because you said it yourselves. They're going to destroy this place and kill every one of the research staff. If I may ask, what are you three doing here? You all look so young for someone trying to break in here."
"There's really no time to explain," replied Rachel. "Just get us through there and we'll let you go."
"Very well. I'll let you three in there in know the security code."
We let the scientist enter the code via the terminal and the front door to the room opened automatically.
"There, get inside" the man said. "I'll start the decontamination sequence once your inside."
The three of us get in the room and the door is sealed behind us. The decontamination procedure starts with steam pumping out of the ceiling. Sanitizing any toxic material he have on our skin. The sequence ends as the steam shuts down and the door on the other side opens.
"There, you're free to go," said the scientist.
Unfortunately, the man we released from the locked room wasn't. Mercs suddenly stormed into the room on the other side with rifles aimed at the scientist.
"Ey, chto ty zdes' delayesh'?! (Hey, what are you doing here?!)" the merc snapped.
"No wait! Please!" the defenseless scientist screamed for mercy.
No good. The mercenaries open fired and gunned the poor man down in cold blood. Leaving him dead on the floor and his blood smeared on the glass of the room we were in.
"Shit! Let's move, let's move!" shouted Rachel.
"Tam! Vzyat' ihk! (Over there! Get them!)", shouted the merc who spotted us.
We raced our way out of decontamination when the mercs caught a glimpse of us trying to run. The mercenaries briefly fired on us as soon as we ran out and sealed the door from behind. Then we some crates to barricade the door we ran through.
"I can't believe we let that poor man go just so he'd be a sitting duck to those mercenary assholes," said Warren helping me with the barricade.
"I dont believe they found us," I said making the barricade. "I knew this was too easy. You think this'll keep em off our backs?"
"Not for long," said Rachel. "Come on. Let's bail."
The three of us find another room of interest when proceeding through the bunker and loosing the heat from the mercs. This time, we find a laboratory a few clicks away from decontamination. In the lab, we found some weird shit.
The lab showed signs of certain experiments that were done in the room. I had seen vials, canisters, potions, and syringes filled with liquid of some sort. Whatever we were getting ourselves into, it was going to be a cold day in hell before we can find the true source of this lethally evil force.
"What the hell is this place, Rachel?" I ask. "Look at all this lab equipment. What's in them?"
"I'm learning what's down here just as well as you are, Chloe," she said. "I wouldn't remotely know the answer to whatever you ask."
"I'll tell ya this much," Warren interfered. "The answer to your question, Chloe, is some fucked up shit. That's all I have to say."
"Let's look around this place for any evidence," said Rachel. "This lab is bound to have more on Prescott."
As I'm searching the lab with everyone, I find something interesting enough to be more evidence on Prescott's involvement with Neo-Chrysalis. I had spotted a computer terminal with the Project Cyclone seal logo on screen. I get on the lab terminal to look for clues. When my hands are on the keyboard, text pop up on screen.
TOP SECRET: Project Cyclone. Soviet Union Spetnaz Network.
Cyclone: A system of winds rotating inward to an area of low atmospheric pressure, with a counterclockwise (Northern Hemisphere) or clockwise (Southern Hemisphere) circulation.
2001 - The research objective is to create a natural substance to suppress the nature and devastation of global warming.
2005 - Results unsatisfactory. Project cancelled.
Spetnaz network? Global warming? Project canceled? Whatever that was about, perhaps Neo-Chrysalis decided to continue this sick experiment unauthorized. I kept skimming through the terminal and found more text of interest.
Project compromised. Data Leak. Fix the damage by any means necessary.
Security clearance red. Authorized by the project lead. Field test. Initiate Project Cyclone by 10/11/13. Observe and record project's results at 45.4562 N, 123.8440 W of Oregon.
The due date for the project initiation was the exact date the storm struck Arcadia Bay. The target coordinates were the precise coordinates for Arcadia Bay. Just when you thought you've reached the deepest depths of horror, it suddenly got worse.
"Rachel, Warren, come here and look at this," I say to them.
My two companions run over to the terminal with me to observe what I've found.
"I look what I found here," I said. "This is some information we need for Project Cyclone. This could great evidence Max didn't cause that storm."
"Let me see," said Rachel.
I let Rachel look at the console to see the evidence for herself. What she sees catches her attention as well.
"Um, I must say," she begins. "This is too irrefutable to disregard. This could be good enough evidence for the court to see. It's a good thing a brought a flash drive with me."
"Hold on, Rachel," said Warren. "What's that?"
"What's what?" she asks.
"This tab over here. The one that says 'Key Subject'?"
Rachel clicks on the Key Subject tab. When she does, there are images revealed the key subject. The key subject himself is revealed to be none other than son of Arcadia Bay himself. The one boy who was to be Sean's heir. The young man who could've been my killer in a Blackwell bathroom.
"Nathan?" I say to myself.
On screen, there are images of scientist running test on Nathan. Injecting him with drugs, tying him down to medical chairs and CT scanners, etc.
"Holy shit, is that Nathan?" questioned Warren. "What the hell are they doing with him?"
Rachel finds some text to read on the console to answer Warren's question.
Subject ID: Prescott, Nathan
Date of Birth: 8/29/95
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Hair Color: Light Brown
Eye Color: Blue
Session 1 (4/12/13) - Subject turned chronon sensitive. Experiencing hallucinations of twister disaster in Arcadia Bay, Oregon. Future sessions scheduled for further progress.
Session 2 (6/15/13) - Subject at minor level of chronon sensitivity. Hallucinations of potential disturbing futures. Including twister disaster. Subject scheduled for critical diagnosis.
Session 3 (8/20/13) - Subject at critical stage of chronon sensitivity. Experiencing seizures, insomnia, and paranoia. Severe medical procedures precautionary.
"Guys, it says here Nathan was under the same fucked up condition Max is in with her power," explained Rachel.
"What do you mean same fucked up condition?" I question.
"Nathan appeared to be chronon sensitive. Meaning he'd been experiencing hallucinations of the future. Visions of the tornado storm in Arcadia. So they ran some test him and went through severe medical procedures. Every session he took is dated last year."
"So wait," I say. "You're saying that Sean Prickscott let them experiment on his own son Nathan Prickscott? Because he had all these crazy imaginings of that storm too?"
"Unbelievable," said Warren.
"Hold on," said Rachel. "There's one more session here."
Session 4 (10/10/13) - Subject under final stage of chronon sensitivity. Subject is no longer stable. Subject is to be terminated in under 24 hours before Project Cyclone is initiated. Orders are final.
"Well, this explains why Nathan had to die that day," said Rachel. "Session 4 is dated the exact time Nathan died. He was undergoing the final stages of his chronon sickness and had to be terminated."
"Mr. Jeffershit was the one who murdered Nathan," I remind Rachel. "And Nathan crazy father was just cool with that?"
"Who knows, who cares," she replied. "We've got to download these files on my drive so we'll have more evidence and that's exactly what we'll do."
Rachel takes out her drive, sticks it into a port, and downloads all the files we needed onto it. Then suddenly, while the files were be download, we heard voices from outside the lab. It was the mercenary guards that were onto us after they killed the scientist we freed. They must've broken down the barricade we built to slow them down.
"Shit! There still onto us!" I exclaim. "We need to get those files downloaded now!"
"It's almost there, it's almost there!" Rachel snapped.
The voices were getting closer to the room.
"Davay! Eto yedinstevnney sposob, kotorym oni mogli by uyti! (Come on! This is the only way they could've gone!)"
The downloading bar had reached to one-hundred percent. It was time to go.
"There, got em," said Rachel pulling out the drive. "Let's roll out!"
Rachel takes the drive out of the port and he make a break for the front exit. When we open the exit, the guards storm they're way through the back exit and have us in they're sights.
"Tam oni! Otkrytyy ogon'! (There they are! Open fire!)"
"Move, move, move!" shouted Rachel.
We race our way through the exit and lock the door behind us. Barely making it out alive before the guards could mow us down with bullets. There was a door lock by the exit Rachel used to seal the door behind so the guards wouldn't get through and wouldn't fly through.
"We got to get out of here, man," said Warren. "That door ain't gonna hold forever!"
"Yeah, Rachel," I said. "Next thing we know, your gonna get us all killed!"
"Next thing I know," Rachel began. "We get out of here now, everything we've worked for to help Max out of the woods will be for nothing! Now the both of you quit bickering and let's get a move on."
Rachel, Warren, and I find another elevator to use. We get inside the elevator and take it down to wherever it takes us. For all we knew, it was going to take down to the darkest before dawn. Just exactly how deep was this damn bunker? Deep enough to uncover even more dark secrets was how.
The elevator came to a stop and we walked out. Next thing we see is something even more severe than anything we've ever seen since we entered this hole in the ground. What we see is something far more devastating than a psychic prick being experimented by terrorist.
What we see is a massive armory with a stockade packed with missiles and bombs. Built for terrorist attacks and wars across the globe. Our jaws drop at foreboding sight of nuclear weapons.
"Whoa," I say.
"Yeah, whoa," Warren says back.
"What - the - hella - is this place? Whatever this place is, somebody wants to start World War III."
"Maybe they are, Chloe," Rachel replies. "Maybe they are."
"If they are, Rachel," I say. "What use would they have for all these weapons of mass destruction?"
"You said it yourself, Chloe," said Rachel. "To start World War III is best assumption anyone would come up with. What other uses would they have for all these bombs and missiles."
We enter a control room down the center of the armory. In the control room, there's a targeting map displayed on the screen of a monitor. Which is something that interest us the most.
"What's with the map on the screen?" I ask. "It looks like their targeting something. Whatever's going on down, these people have been busy being up to no good with something."
"They sure have," said Rachel. "Let's look around this room for a bit. There could be more than meets the eye."
When looking through the control room, Warren sees a desk with another map displayed on the wall. The he sees a weird book on the desk that hadn't been a best seller. The book looked ancient. It was covered in dust and Warren blew the dust away with his breath to see the cover. The title of the book read:
The Spells and Rituals of Saint Loomis.
"Ladies, look at this," Warren called.
Rachel and I walked over to the desk to see what Warren was holding.
"What is it?" asked Rachel.
"It's this old creepy book that looks ancient," he said. "You should look at this."
Rachel took the book from Warren and opened it to skim through the pages. She skimmed and observed a few pages of the book until she knew what everything was.
"It's a spell book," she said. "This a book of rituals from the St. Loomis order. I'm seeing rituals for earthquakes, hurricanes, tsunamis...and tornadoes."
"Rachel, forget the creepy spell book," I said. "Look what's on the map here."
I see some tacks pinned on the map by the desk where it appeared to pinpointing areas across the U.S. I had seen tacks pinned on locations of Louisiana, Georgia, Florida, the New England states, Kansas, California, and even Oregon. All places in the states where weather disasters have occurred.
"Look at where all these tacks are placed," I say. "It can't be a coincidence that weather disasters have occurred in these parts of the states. And look right here. This is exactly where Arcadia Bay is located. These must be all the place these terrorist have targeted."
"So...what?" says Warren. "You're saying that these terrorist are responsible for all those disasters. That's a lot of horseshit."
Horseshit or no, I take picture of the map for more evidence. No way we're letting this go. Then there's yet another object of interest that catches Rachel's eye. She picked up a CD off the desk that reads: Project Cyclone.
"Hold the phone there you two," she says.
She takes the CD over to a player on one of the terminals in the control and it plays a video on the map screen. When the video plays on screen, we see a group of people gathered around in a circle somewhere at a cliffside bordering the Pacific Ocean. It must've been someplace in the middle of Oregon.
The people weren't only gathered in a circle, they appeared to be surrounding a missile of some kind. While repeating words to themselves at the same time. Was this one of there rituals? Why were they surrounding a missile? It's like they had to say certain words to themselves as if the missile was voice activated. That's exactly what it was.
Eventually, the missile had slowly but rapidly shot fire out of it's engine and launched itself straight into the sky. Then we cut to camera shot where it had been taken from a sky drone and see the missile storming through the clouds. Then boom! The missile exploded.
It had exploded into a gust of electricity. Then eventually transforming itself into a Cyclone of air with a lust of storm clouds and lightning. And then eventually...a tornado.
All this time, since Max proclaimed the storm to be her own calamity of death and destruction, it wasn't. Rachel's theories had been true all along. Max really was set up by Prescott and his Neo-Chrysalis army. But why?
I feel my stomach is about to cringe in shock and awe as my jaw drops at this breath taking revelation. Why the fuck did I tell Max to let me die that day? What was I thinking had she tossed my life away all for fucking nothing? I'm more lucky then I've ever been in my entirety of a lifetime to be alive long enough to discover this long awaited oath that this storm wasn't Max's. I really was.
The screen then cut to static and stopped playing the video. Then we hear the thundering of footsteps marching from above us. My money was on Prescott's army of mercenaries and killer suits. Rachel quickly takes the CD out of the playing and keeps it in a safe place in her supply bag.
We grip our guns tightly in the air while seeing two dozen mercs and men in suits train two dozen guns on us on the upper floor and around every corner of the control room. We were now surrounded dozens of Neo-Chrysalis goons and was now caught in a trap that I had anticipated since ourour arrival.
Last but not least, we catch sight of Prescott and Ranikov staring down at us from above. The two men that had set up this trap from the very beginning.
"Well, you three have been busy," said Prescott maliciously.
"Prescott!" I snarl.
Note: The moment you've all been waiting for my fellow readers! Dun dun duh! LOL.
Before I go, I may have a little bit of explaining to do incase I do. Back in episode 4 where Nathan explained to Max in her dream sequence that he helped perform rituals for the storm, he did. Only that Neo-Chrysalis had to do most of the final phase of the ritual when it was time to initiate the attack. That's all I can really explain.
Until next time, stay tuned and stay golden!