"What they found inside the creatures was very disturbing. The DNA had been altered. Making the monsters that lay dead in front of us..."
A week had passed at the military mountaintop compound. We sat every morning for hours in the hospital room with G-Dog. Cam (
This morning things were different. As they would be from now till the end of days...
Arts and Pura were no where to be found. We searched everywhere. The commanding officers told us that they had surveillance video and access code data of their leaving in the early morning hours, just after midnight, without explanation or prior approval. And that it was being "looked into".
Upon arrival at our Aussies room. There was a buzz and we could see doctors and nurses busy around his hospital bed. The induced coma had been lifted and Galen was awake and alert. When He caught site of Cam and I walking thru the door, A huge grin came to his face and in a scratchy but thundering down under accent, G-dog said...
They told me my mates had survived and would be along this morning like every other morning. Sure is good to see you two. And did that crazy fucker that killed that giant Java Monster make it out alive too!?!"
Cam and I exchanged a troubled glance that Gee caught, even in his groggy weakened state, this man was sharp. He immediately asked what was Arts status. Was he still alive? Were all his body parts still attached? etc. We told the story of his strange departure without a word to anyone. We all agreed that there must have been a good reason for it.
We shared our plans of leaving in a few days. The doctors wanted to keep us all there for several more weeks. But that was just not going to happen. We had loved ones waiting for our return. G-dog told us we had better not leave without him. But would he be strong enough in just a few days to travel. From what we had seen from him so far. It could not be ruled out.
The morning of our scheduled exit from the mountain top facility. We were greeted by a top ranking commander. He explained that our leaving was not advised. And safety was the issue. We are sure He meant the facility and not our safety. We explained that time was an issue. The people we had left behind. Their very survival depended on us. While packing up my backpack I found a cryptic note with a time/date and a gps coordinate. Simply signed D.A. Cameron was already outside waiting when I arrived at the gates. On our way down the mountain trails He spoke of the very same note left for him to find. Arts had said goodbye, but in a very strange way...
We both agreed that we needed to make that date and time. The gps coordinates were in the general direction we were heading. The date and time was also possible. But we would need to make good time. It was several hours away.
We made it quickly to the speed boat Cam had used to get to the base of the mountain. It fired first try. And we flew across the water at over 130 kmph. The meeting was near a dam with a set of locks. It had hydro electric power to the nearby businesses. And Arts being an electrician by trade. I knew this would be a safe haven. I only hoped he had disarmed the traps that I am sure Arts had put there. It was nightfall when we arrived. And in true "Mountain Biker, Gate Keeper fashion. There was no mistaking where to dock. It was well lit and secure.
Suddenly just as Cam was at the ready to throttle down the speed boat to let it's momentum drift us to the dock. The engine died. Everything electronic on the boat went dark. We both knew this was another one of Arts custom made perimeter pulse EMP's.
Cameron sprung into action knowing it would be only ten to twenty seconds before our forward drift momentum, with no reverse throttle to scrub off some speed, would send us crashing into that dock. He tossed one of two boat paddles stowed nearby to me. I followed his lead and drug the paddle in the water beside the boat to act as a water brake. Then with the perfect timing of someone who has spent many years on the water. Cameron jumped to the bow of the speed boat. Then onto the dock with a spinning kick as he landed. His foot connecting with several "bumpers" sending them into position to take the hit and protect both the dock and the boat from severe damage. We hit hard, but it could have been much worse and even sunk the boat and docks both. With a cuss word or two we shrugged it off.
We tied off the lines securing the boat and walked up the docks catwalk into a cliff side bungalow restaurant/bar. It was dimly lit and the smell of steak and shrimp filled the air. Arts met us at the door and said...
"My Warriors and Friends, you are right on time. I knew you would not let me down..."
Arts then went on to apologize for the outer perimeter EMP device. Saying that the boat and all the other devices we had were not his intended target, but collateral damage for these. He pulled out his survival knife, sliced open both our backpacks given to us by the military brass at the mountain top. Out fell the now fried tracking transponders. He told us of the custom jammers he installed miles out from the dam in all directions. They grab the trackers signal. Clone and spoof it. Anyone following that signal is now heading in some other direction. He then mentioned the one in our skulls and a bee sting like pain we both would feel. He told us to plug our ears. Stuck a finger in each of his with a smirk and yelled out...
'Now Pura, hit it.!!"
Both Cameron and I flinched at the bee sting like pain we felt at the base of our skulls in the back near the hairline. Resisting the urge to pull our fingers from our ears and swat at it. The 5 seconds seemed like minutes. Our fingers barely muffling the high pitched sonic noise.
Arts laughed out loud like a child that had just pulled off a successful prank. He then said...
"Those pesky microchips are kinda like pullin' off a band-aid, best done quickly, with no warning. Pura had one too. She is still pissed at me about it..."
We sat for a bit. In shock and stunned about the tracking devices. Arts gave us both an ice cold beer as he explained the struggle between the patriots and the power mad. How it seems to be everywhere. The mountaintop facility being no different. We talked about the lies and propaganda. How the truth needs to be heard. He sipped from a bottle of water. You see, Arts was 7 years sober before the attacks. We all agreed that the last few months were worthy of an exemption from the rules of sobriety. He spoke to us briefly of the classified Java Monster info that Alex, Owen, and the Info Wars team had given to him at the mountain top base.
Arts also told us we should talk about it after we ate. He jumped to his feet and off he went. Disappearing into the kitchen area thru two large swinging doors. When He came back into the barroom. With his Pura. They had a fully prepared meal on a cart. It was an amazing 5 star meal. Steak, Shrimp, Salad, and desserts of several kinds. A meal like we thought we would never enjoy again. And maybe after this night we never will.
Arts had some heavy info to lay on us. But right now...
For the next hour we ate, we drank, we laughed and told jokes. Forgetting for a short time. Forgetting the evil unleashed on mankind by power mad politicians and the elitists that bought and paid for them. Elitists pushing depopulation by any means. Genocide, Masquerading as Globalism.
A hush came over this small gathering of survivors when Arts set a laptop on the table and plugged a thumb drive into it.
It was the part of the info wars presentation that the mountain top base commanders had censored. It seems that these very globalist supporters are still holding positions of power. We sat for hours in horror, disbelief and terror at the planning and coming of...
The following is just a small sample of what we viewed, what is to come. And how these global sub humans have targeted The Children.
https://battleplan.news/watch?id=625a92846e58c40817d42be6
https://battleplan.news/watch?id=623f35abd4aaa024cd1772ad
https://battleplan.news/watch?id=625190950fd512633c595fa8
https://battleplan.news/watch?id=6234a8e88c6751070d3c48fc
Arts had a plan. Along with several on the inside of removing these traitorous sub human supporters and unelected dictator globalists. The plan would be moving forward in the next 48 hours with or without our help. But the overthrow and removal from power of the globalist yes men would stand a better chance with us than it would without.
We spent hours talking and digesting after the "Last Supper" as I am calling it now. Cam and I both had a huge decisions to make. We were already weeks behind on our scheduled return to our loved ones. With no way to get word to them of our survival. Also no way to know if they had.
It was well after midnight when Arts showed us to our rooms. This little man made lake, dam side bungalow resort, was quite a find. Very secure and hard to get to. I think my eyes were closed and I was asleep before my head made contact with the pillow. Only to be startled awake with the sound of an alarm right at sun up. Arts was on it. As we walked out of the rooms where we briefly had just slept. He tossed us both fully loaded AR rifles and satchels of extra clips and said follow him. We went up a winding set of stairs into a long winding tunnel cut into the hillside. To a set of bolted iron doors. They opened to positions overlooking the dam site and resort. To our surprise. There on the hillside where the only road into the area had been blocked by a rock slide. Sat Galen in his Big Dog hooked to his survival camping trailer.
We made our way over to where G-Dog was parked. He told us that He had to wait till after midnight to exit the mountaintop. He gave Arts a nod and a wink, thanked him for leaving the note. And also for having a soldier disguised as a nurse there to help him make his way down the mountain and to his vehicle. He spent most of the night getting his trailer. Doubling back several times to make sure he was not followed. Arts checked him for a chip and tracker. This G-Dog was clean.
He told us he was not quite up to working his way around the perimeter sensors and figured fuck it. I will just ring the alarms instead of the doorbell. We helped our still healing guardian angel Aussie to the hidden entrance/exit. Then onwards to a breakfast of leftover steak, eggs and croissants.
We got G-Dog fully up to speed on the plans of vetting the mountaintop. Removing the enemies of us all. While we drank many a cup from a huge pot of Black Rocket Fuel Java that only a
Now G-Dog, like Cameron and I. Had a decision to make...
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I want to personally thank 
Now should our Runner/Warriors be Homebound or Stay and Fight for all humanity..?
AΚα΄α΄α΄ α΄Κα΄ Aα΄α΄Κα΄Κ:
I α΄α΄ Ι΄α΄α΄ α΄ α΄‘ΚΙͺα΄α΄Κ, I α΄α΄ α΄ sΙͺα΄α΄Κα΄ α΄α΄Ι΄, α΄ α΄Κα΄α΄α΄ α΄
ΚΙͺα΄ α΄Κ/α΄α΄‘Ι΄α΄Κ α΄α΄α΄Κα΄α΄α΄Κ ΙͺΙ΄ α΄Κ 30α΄Κ Κα΄α΄Κ.
I Κα΄α΄ α΄ sα΄Ιͺα΄Ι΄α΄α΄ κ°Ιͺα΄α΄Ιͺα΄Ι΄, Jα΄α΄ α΄ Mα΄Ι΄sα΄α΄Κ EΙ΄α΄ΚΙ’Κ α΄
ΚΙͺΙ΄α΄s α΄Ι΄α΄
α΄κ° α΄α΄α΄Κsα΄ Cα΄α΄s.!!
Java Monsters 13 - The Final Chapters - Home or Valhalla! - The End
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