When DEAD calls

Chapter 4

Thursday 14th February 2035

9:40pm

Today's line of events led to certain repercussions in my state of mind. I can't help but feel sorry. I may have revealed my state of sycophancy but that does not apply to my actual intention. I am a revered atheist. But is evil real? I doubt my own beliefs. Today CISS then what...The world has the right to know facts.... why only a few who do nothing for retaining its value. Truth is bitter but at the same time a necessity. A necessity to realise why bad stuff happened at the first place. Why is it good to live in a world full of lies and wrong to live in the state of retrieving the truth. What if 'Area 51' was just an attempt by the CIA to recruit those who deserve the truth...Hitler was indeed dead with a illuminati mark.......what next.....?

JEFF SMITH'S POV

We've been recruited to Ukraine. Our first job was to supervise the case of the missing Jewish relic which was said to be buried in the city next to Chernobyl. The disaster in the abandoned town is still unforgettable. How the headlines stormed the world to silence. It was 400 times worse than the disaster in Hiroshima. Well siding away from the perturbed images that stick from those days, the whole idea of joining this was a new start to a whole new life. New identities seemed to give a whole new difference. We've been sourced with the Rosetta codes to crack the hieroglyphics. The United Kingdom seems to edge away with its own sources I guess.

Gorblachev who happens to be our guy in this case happens to turn towards me,'We're off to the forensic lab where we will source out the codes. It was believed that once these codes were to be read out, the ghosts of the past will re-unite with their spears of revenge in place. I heard that you don't seem to believe in supernatural stuff . Well that baldy Tim seems to believe you guys so much that he got you all into this mess'.

Anger, that's what I am feeling. But I just give that sharp smile, 'Well I am ready Sir. As long as it shrinks . I am glad that he's chosen us. Sometimes it's good to leave ignorant people to themselves so that they can change'.

The young rogues caught up to what I just said.

Beams of light shot right into my eyes as I felt my damp skin against my usual spring tinted weather.

Suddenly I enter into my periphery as I see myself in a dull-grey tinted room with only a wardrobe at the corner. I don't seem to know how I ended up here. All I know is that I have to get out and see what's happening. I hear the scream of winds swirling as I swivel and find the curtains. I move the dirt tainted fabric and find a mass of black horizon which seems nowhere near to the scenarious I witness.

All of a sudden a voice seeps into the narrowest lining of my eardrums. A women speaking in a whole new dialect erupts into chills that lie in the slightest edges of my nerves. My heart flutters into higher notes as my brain triggers into thoughts of supernatural realms. She screeches for the crime I may have committed.

My heart stabs as I find myself teleported into the scenes of haunt. Of dead bodies lying and of the scent lingering into the pungent mass of metal and machinery. I let out a sigh and a touch of the blood stained hand erupts a scream. My legs all of sudden is tainted with the feel of lethargy as I fall against the bottom with a mass of pain felt in my head with a thud.

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A/N

I would like to dedicate this chapter to my dear and lovely family, who had strong faith in me that one day I would write a story and publish it. And now, their faith in me proved true. I'm glad for their blessings. I hope I made them glad by publishing this story.......!!!! Ok I guess it's getting emotional and touchy. I'll stop ;) You guys carry on with your reading :P :)