Chapter forty-nine

freedom fighter where have you gone to
or could it be you've always been here
freedom fighter I know that I owe you
everything I got and all I hold dear
"Freedomfighter" from the New Genesis CD by akamardukson

"You're not going to believe it."

"What did you see, One trick?"

Chako looked from Bruce, to the others, and back to Bruce.

"You ever see that movie "Roots?"

"Yeah." Bruce responded.

"That's what I saw."

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Keep your voice down Steve...goddamn!" Chako hissed.

" I counted about fifty of them. Set up in some kind of compound. White men...walked and talked like Commandos. Probably Special Forces. From their accents; British. There were Natives to the Island, some of them roped around their wrists and ankles. About a dozen of the Natives seemed to be some kind of Enforcers judging by the way they pushed around and barked at all the others. Most of the Islanders were women, about two hundred of them. I saw about twenty children, a few old men, a couple of middle-aged men. Except for the ones cracking the whips, I didn't see any young Native men...or any white women."

Damian fell out of his crouch unto his ass; stunned.

" What the fuck is going on?" He rarely used profanity. Felt like ma heard him every time he did--even when she was alive and in another State, or he was on the playground playing somewhere when he was little. Ma and that old wide, brown belt, just waiting for him to get home.

" They were probably chosen to survive just like we were. " Bruce said. "All the secret Agencies and Special Forces of the so-called free world worked hand in glove with some factions of our force;did a lot of the dirty work against our own citizens that we didn't want to risk doing. Our unit hunted some of those ultra secret units down for some of the crimes they committed against Americans."

"So...you're saying there could be cells like that, all over the world?" Damian half-stated, half-questioned.

" There seems to be a planned agenda unfolding before us, Damian." Chako said. "We knew about it but we didn't think they had the time to distribute the balm or to equip all the cells well enough for them to ride out the breach underground. That still may be the case but...we had hoped for the best case scenario--that the extent of their plans began and ended in the U.S. with the Drakes unit. Looks like we may have gotten the worse case scenario. Their plans might have been fully implemented, which means, as you suggest, they are set up, and fully operational all over the world.
Since they are operational in such a small theater as these Islands, that suggests that more likely, than not, they are set up to take over the whole world for slavery like it used to be back in Atlantis before the great rebel broke up the world wide Draconian Empire."

It no longer surprised Damian how deep the Military, Scientific world, Spy, Space agencies, and other such esteemed, supposedly "rational" institutions were into the whole occult, hidden history thing.

Unless they wrote in the bible, most people believed the ancient Historians, Priests and other Recorders of events of the past to be fools, fantasists, liars or stupid children who were so much less knowledgeable, serious and reliable than today's Historians and learned Scribes are. But the people who really ran the world--who had all the artifacts, documents, evidence and information took what the Ancients recorded and reported, very seriously. They had run the world and coursed the future by it.

What did continually surprise him, was how openly and casually these occult soldiers, starting with Lee, were saying such things to him. Intellectually, he knew they were doing it because they figured secrets really didn't matter too much considering the condition of the world. But it still always shocked a little to hear how much truth was kept from people and how different the world really was from the way most people lived and died believing it to be. People had stopped believing in magic, the fantastical and the supernatural, not knowing that their way of belief is what was truly lie and illusion--not the magical, and sometime super advanced world the Ancients believed in and wrote about.

"This is ridiculous." Steve got up.

" Where the hell are you going?" Bruce grabbed the big man's spear. Steve yanked it loose.

" I'm going to kill some fucking devils."

" Oh, did I forget to mention," Chako said quickly, "all of them were armed with some kind of wicked weapon."

"Steve," Damian said evenly, "we have to plan how we are going to do this. We can't just rush in on that many highly trained killers. We need to get Patrick and sat down and figure out some kind of strategy...but I promise you big guy. We won't leave these Islands before we liberate those people."

Steve turned and started walking back to their camp. The big cat walked beside him, looking as solemn and stiff in her stride as Steve did in his.

When he arrived back in the camp, Damian immediately put everyone to the task of disassembling the camp and packing up. They were leaving the Island for one farther away. There, they will plan, train, and prepare to come back and liberate those women and children. He would have liked to do it yesterday, but he knew that simply wasn't possible. He had four professional soldiers with him--Bruce, Patrick, Michelle and Chako. Good as they were, they were no match for fifty men who were just as highly trained. The big cat will be a huge asset in a battle, and he had no doubts that she understood what was going on as silly as that would make him sound if he ever told that to anyone. He had to put Chandra, Sheree, Feifong, Steve, Jane, Ada, himself, and the new girl, through an extensive, intense combat training course. He knew Bruce and Chako could do the job. It might take them months, maybe even a year, but they'll be back, and these people will be set free on their Island.

They still had to get to the Southern Continent on schedule but he was sure they could spare at least a year. They had crossed the U.S, much faster than they calculated they would. Plus they where making good time at sea. They had figured in two or three months stays on land, all along their trip to Africa. After they liberate those people, they will have to now, abandon that part of the plan and make shorter stopovers.

Once they settle in Africa, he knew what his life's mission was to be. He will sail around the world.

In the story the Ancients tell, the great Rebel went all over the world liberating the enslaved.

He felt like the great Rebel's spirit was still alive--inside him. And still obsessed with the same purpose.

Who's that muse that everyone seems to think is sitting on your shoulder Damian?

You've been touched.

I know. By the very breeze of heaven.

No I mean by god.

I see the man. The man who never falls apart. The one who is destined to win.

Just remember Damian. Even the better man can't win if he doesn't know he's in a contest.

It's the struggle, Damian. Always had been always will be.

The way the author depicts him in the book reminds me a lot of you

The ship was back at sea. Damian was back in his favorite spot at the prow, staring across the water. The big cat stood beside him, lost just as deep in her own thoughts. Chandra stood in the cabin doorway silently watching him. Tears were streaming from her eyes.