Luka Novak was a product of Deep State programs, hidden from the world most normal civilians knew of. Born into MK Ultra, modeled into the dark society to become a super soldier, battling other factions in the Deep State, battling extraterrestrial...
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There is a world that most are not aware of. An organization festering, hiding below the surface of the government and the industrial military complex. No one is sure who the double agents are, and they won't ever find out. Everything is hidden in plain sight, but many haven't opened their eyes to see the truth. The ones that have, are called conspiracy theorists. They are mocked, and humiliated. But what if they aren't wrong? What if what they are saying is true? They have just been trying to wake the masses.
This world is full of forced slavery, abuse of all kinds, illegal medical experiments, much darker black markets, extraterrestrials, and super soldiers. Parties of elaborate satanic rituals to gain fame and fortune, to gain power. Experiments done on scared children to alter their minds and DNA. Aliens working with humans. Aliens experimenting on them. So much is at stake to keep this world hidden. The atrocities that be, and no one can stop it.
Luka Novak and his team are working on trying to change it. A team designed to be killed off, but they wouldn't die. They kept coming back stronger and angrier. A group of super soldiers meant for war, espionage, and assassinations, doing everything they could to take down the infrastructure from the inside. Luka fought hard to be where he is now, from being a mind-controlled subject willing to do the dirty work at the snap of a finger, to becoming a commanding officer and a respected ally. He's been through hell and he's willing to continue to go through hell to expose the world he knows to save others.
Luka's life started on May 26, 1958, at around 9:52 P.M. His name wasn't Luka though, it was Jacob Anthony Malcolmson. He was born to Dr. Richard Bernard Malcolmson and his immigrant mother Oksana (Novak) Malcolmson from Kyiv, Ukraine. He grew up in Ellicott City, Maryland. His mother was a stay-at-home mother. He would always wake up to the smell of breakfast cooking in the morning. She was always done up by that time. She would always have her hair up big, like a beehive. He didn't know what his father did for his career. He just knew he always wore suits and occasionally these men in a green jeep and uniforms would come get him. When they came, Jacob knew it was an emergency, because his daddy would need to go right away. His mom and him would go for walks every day. She would walk and he would ride his tricycle that had a squeaky wheel that never got fixed. It was the spring of 1963, the trees had white flowers, and it was the year his happy life changed.
He was sitting at home with his mom as she cooked dinner. He sat in the living room of our one floor home, playing with my trucks as daddy came in the door. Jacob was so excited to see him. He got up and ran to him. His dad usually picked him up and hugged him, but he looked at the small boy when he went to greet him. His dad looked sad. He knelt as he looked at Jacob and smiled, but his eyes were red. "Mommy has been telling me how much of a good boy you have been, and I think we need to head off to the big toy store. I think you need a new toy." He said as Jacob smiled and nodded his head. "I've been very good daddy!" Jacob exclaimed. He gestured with his head towards the door. "Why don't you get into the car, and I will be out in a minute." He said as Jacob clenched his fists and ran to the door. He ran outside and got into the old blue car as he sat in the back seat waiting.
