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Cleo Patra : Part-II : Episode-8 : Part-A


Chapter 17: SLEEPING DOGS.

“I can’t stay here and trouble you anymore, Mike”, Minto said sighing in remorse, “and can neither apply for asylum, since there’s banishment in force upon me”.

“Mr. Minto, look who’s talking here. This is Mike, the reliable, the bon homie with the lost and a bon fire to the baddies. You can count on me and bet to the last penny of yours on me, maestro. Now what do you wanna do, or want me to do for you?”, Mike asked looking unwaveringly into his eyes, ready to do anything for him.

“I wanna write Kraler a letter and send him a token of gratitude, you’ll understand later”, Minto said, “But all I need you to do now is to go to Slipper’s shire and fetch the ‘Gene implanter’, a heavy box bigger in size than a coffin, without getting caught or suspected by anyone”.

“Let me worry about it, Mr. Minto. Just plan what to do later and I’ll be back soon”, Mike said with a gratified look, that a stranger and a noble laureate above all, has trusted him so much into sharing all his secrets with him, and with a zeal to help Minto even in exchange for his own life.

Then Minto shared the lab’s access passwords with him and the ways to modify the DNA detector (which will access only Minto into the lab, by providing a staircase and leads all others into vacuum) so as to allow him in, and asked him to fetch him the Star ball too.

Mike brought enough minced meat, salted bacon and steaks for Minto, familiarised him with the security systems of the flint house, and the secret get away tunnels. Then he warned Minto not to step out of the house, armed himself and left.

Mike

Mike used to wander Egyptian deserts and thick forests lost in thought. Mike’s were humble origins. He was a member of the African rebellious group ‘Espirit’ (pronounced as ‘Ei-spirit’, which means hot or raging spirit). He fought for unleashing the Africans off their shackles of slavery, but the scenario capsized when all the other rebels scattered away as the white carried out an arson attack on their houses. He was left all alone, as he lost both his supporters as well as his family due to the incident. But, the rebel in him did not die. He waited for the perfect moment to wipe out ‘White rule’ in his homeland. He lived anonymously and away from urban environs in the forest, every moment working on his plans. That is when Minto came into his life. At first, he only thought he was helping a homeless, but when he knew that Minto was on a mission to save life and living beings, he was enchanted. Touched by his passions and ideals, he resolved to help him, being a humane human and on grounds of fellow feeling.

That afternoon, Minto sat at the edge of the waterfront lost in thought, puffing his pipe. As he raised his head, the sharp sun rays pierced through his glasses into his eyes and hence he immediately averted his eyes away from the sun, when his pipe slipped and fell into the raging waters. He watched it disappear into the waters and then went back to the house, slid into a chair at the east window and fell asleep in spite of himself. He only woke up the next day when he heard a knock on the door.

Mike made it! He returned safely with the Gene-implanter and the Star ball.

Minto was overwhelmed with happiness and embraced Mike, “I’ll be indebted to you my entire life, Mike. You have no idea what you have just done for me!”

“Still in the mood, maestro. Just gimme your orders!” Mike said smiling.

“I’m damn hungry, Mike”, Minto said when both burst into a heart full laughter.

They had roasted turkey for the night and then Minto set out on his work. He spent the next day without taking any food and water, cleared his entire gastric tract as per implantation protocol.

“I’m retiring into the implanter, Mike. Don’t try to open it at any cost from outside, whatever happens. I have some inbuilt signals that will automatically unleash me from the implanter after the process”, Minto said sliding into the slot of the implanter.

Mike’s pathetic looks bid him farewell!

——-o——-

“That’s it. I don’t remember anything after that”, Cleo said.

Doppler frowned. ‘No wonder. He uninstalled the Bio-RAM from his body by then. God, but why?’, he cried in his heart, ‘May be to pass it on to someone else to safeguard the truth, because he can’t come out into the open and prove himself! But, he should have done it at least after writing the letters to Kraler that would have enabled us to know what he really wrote in them’.

“And what about the Star ball and the Gene-implanter? Where can we find them? You remember anything about them, Cleo?”, he asked curiously.

“Um… No! How can I remember something that took place after the RAM has been uninstalled?! But, I know how to construct the Gene-implanter, because it’s in Minto’s own memory, but not the Star-ball because it’s in Jaquar’s memory, and not in Jaquin’s memory, which Minto actually inherited. But if we find their son, Zetor, who has both Jaquin’s and Jaquar’s memory, we can know about the Star-ball too. But I have no idea where he is or at least if he’s alive or not”, Cleo replied.

“Well, in case you had something on your mind before you got into the implanter about what to do with the Star-ball later?”, he questioned again.

“No… I was actually thinking not to think about anything, the last thing I remember. I didn’t want it to be recorded into the RAM to safeguard the locations of the implanter and the Star-ball”, Cleo said at which Doppler sighed in disappointment.

“What’s wrong, Doppy?”, Cleo asked.

“Captain Kraler received three letters from Minto…”, and before he could complete, Cleo jumped in with a question, “This is all kinda weird. I told you they’re giving me goose bumps. Why am I related with these things anyway?”

“You are in no way related with these things, Cleo. It was just coincidence. Minto mailed the Bio-RAM, preserved in a special liquid in an organic capsule to Kraler and asked him to suggest any pregnant woman to have it for strength. So the baby born will have his memories turning up in the baby at an age of eighteen”, Doppler said.

“Yeah, I know that. I know about the activation time of the Bio-RAM. It’s in my memory, I mean Jaquin’s memory”, Cleo said.

“But, activating the memories only was not Minto’s aim. He mutated the RAM, a sort of gene in such a way that it imparts into its bearer resistance against all radiations, heat and abrasives, gives the capacity to overcome and defend himself or herself against any kind of problem or attack, right from the day the bearer takes his or her form in his or her mother’s womb, the measures Minto took to safeguard the bearer of the truth. So, Minto tried to give you all powers right from your birth, but wanted the memories to get activated only when you turn eighteen, just as destined. And above all, nobody can read your mind due to the Bio-firewall. You are the Fire-kid, Cleo! Your mother was aboard Haven, when she had a drink doped with the pill. It was all carried out confidentially by our agents. But after she gave birth to you, we couldn’t find her. Both your parents went missing. So I resolved to take you away and I did. I entered Haven with the aid of my Shadow potion and took you away and raised you”.

Cleo sighed out of despair.

“Don’t be downhearted, dear”, Doppler said.

“Well, what about the other two letters?” she asked, when something struck Doppler’s brain, “Cleo, tell me when did you install the RAM in you, I mean the date?”

“I solidly remember, it was on 4th of June, 2012, two hours before fleeing to Egypt”, she replied.

“And when did you uninstall it?”

“It was on 2012, the 8th of November. Well, is it of any help?”, she asked.

“Of course! The day, Kraler received the first letter that Minto was going to come back and avenge this world, was on 1st of November, 2012, that is far before he has uninstalled the RAM”, and before Doppler could complete, Cleo said, “That says, if he had written that letter, it must have been in his memory that he wrote it. And since, it’s not in his memory, he hasn’t written it, but someone else has. Am I right?”

>>>To be continued! Thanks for your patience!!

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Cleo Patra : Episode- 12


12.THE BIO-MENACE.
Countdown began for the attack of other planets in Milky Way, inhabited by aliens. NASAP has produced some kickass war crafts in collaboration with I.A.S. and Anemonian army. Kraler resolved to find some other way to avert this bio-menace. He tried to negotiate with A.E. council, but in vain. ‘You better stay out of the way, Kraler’, the A.E. council warned him, ‘should you by any means try to stop this, you will regret for the rest of your life’. But, Kraler insisted, “You gotta hear me. You don’t know what you are up to, and what those aliens can do if you should mess with them. They know about the ongoing conspiracies”.
Tony frowned, “What are you talking about? You mean, they are watching us, or someone’s conveying them the info about us?”
“They ‘are’ watching us…” and before Kraler could complete, Tony jumped in, “Wait wait wait… how do you know about all these? Seems like you are quiet interactive Mr. Kraler. A double agent, of course! Let me make sure that you are arrested for your civil disobedience, just like your friend was”.
“No, please listen to me. I must now confess… Minto knew all this. He worked on some fluid of an alien he found in the woods, almost dying of exhaustion from journey from a planet 70 light years away…”, Kraler gave in, hoping that should serve his purpose of wanting the bio-menace to stop.
Suddenly, all the members of A.E.C. looked at each other and burst into a quick laughter.
“You mean, an alien from 700 trillion kilometres away?! That should have used up all the fuel in this universe”, Hubble intervened, “and that should have led to fuel crisis, but it did not. You gotta be kidding!”.
“You are right, Mr. Procista. You are right in case of humans, but those aliens have a fuel that can last for another ten journeys as such. You gotta trust me on this. And their universal surveillance has no rivals…” Kraler went on.
Tony, who has been staring at Kraler, since he mentioned about Minto’s work with the alien fluid, now opened his mouth, “So, Minto was sure working on this fluid. I only thought that rumour had this, and was trying to find out the facts once we got Minto! All that shoot at sight orders was a drama to drive the rat out of the hole. But since he’s gone now and the allegations turned out to be true though your own words, you must also have known the whereabouts of Minto. And drawing the truth out from you is as easy as falling off a log for me. But I don’t have much time for this right now. But you take your time in the prison to make sure that things turn out easy for me and for you as well, Mr. Kraler”.
“No, you don’t know what can happen if you continue with your plans”, Kraler cried as he was grabbed away from the A.E.C. presence to be imprisoned…
In a prison, whose locations were unknown, Kraler awaited his agents who were already on their way to rescue him, having received a secret message from him. A silent shadow crept in through the window and popped up into an agent. He turned Kraler also into a shadow by spraying a potion on him and they absconded. Simple as that! Kraler quickly retired to agency ‘Dextro’, underground, along with his subjects to device plans to stop the menace.

Nature can't be patient anymore!

Nature can’t be patient anymore!

The final crusade against the aliens began. Neon war crafts undercover on a far away planet, surveilling the aliens for many months were ready to come out of their covert on a ‘go’ signal. The sky turned grisly and winds changed their courses. War crafts at NASAP were ready to take off on count ‘0’ (zero). People all around the world were all eyes to witness the zero hour. All televisions tuned to NBC, the exclusive broadcaster of the space shot and the extra terrestrial ‘A.E. Mission’. The sun went down hanging back to see the dark hour and the sky adopted an eerie shade. ‘Minus ten minutes to impact planet Quixon©. Nine, eight, seven, …..’ went the countdown. Tony was grave, standing afar from the dashboard to have a full view of all the monitors and gave a proud, calm look at them, hoping everything was going smooth and fine.
But what was that! Suddenly, the Earth shook violently, as ‘BANG!!!’ went an explosion. People were confused and alarmed.
“For God’s sake, what the hell’s going on out there?” Tony D’souja cried, rushing towards the dashboard.
Earth tremored again and this time the operators at the dashboard threw out of their chairs. Norwegians first spotted an asteroid zooming down to the Earth and some heavenly herculean U.F.Os following them, and relayed the same to the control unit. Aliens on their first strike! What’s the world coming to?!!!!!!
“Activate the star troop and switch on the ballistic missiles”, Tony commanded the war league, “they ain’t asteroids, but alien bombs. What have we done!”
Fighter aircrafts rose into the air and a fierce dogfight took place between them and the alien war crafts.
Suddenly they lost contact with the Neon war crafts, under cover on other planets. Of course, humans are great, but they must have known better to underestimate the aliens! It was already too late. Alien warheads blasted all the Neon war crafts, both under cover and in camouflage, to nothing. No traces of them were found after the blast. A wave of fear swept across the Earth as the news spread to every corner of it. Commotion and chaos filled the Earth. Kids tucked to their mummy and daddy, shivering in fear, with a pathetic and haunted look in their eyes. All news firms were shut down to stop spread of fear among the people through the news they convey. Every knee bent in reverence and every head bowed in remorse!
‘Kraler was right’, Tony felt. “Where’s Kraler? Bring him to me right now!” he cried at his subordinates, hoping to better the situation by seeking Kraler’s aid, and to save Kraler himself in the first place.
But when he came to know that Kraler had already fled, he punched the air in agony, ‘Oh, what have I done! He was trying to help me, but I denied. Underestimated and imprisoned in haste the one that cannot be held long in prison, and the one whom I need the most now. And now he’s gone and so is the last and the only chance to save the Earth’.
Why, when it is time to pay, nothing can save someone? Even God! He just watches, but does not come to rescue. Access denied! Eternal damnation!!
That is when an emergency news broadcast line opened, fetching a message from A.E. council. All the people who have reserved their suites in ‘Haven’, a space craft designed to rescue people at the no-help-can-do situations of a war or a catastrophe, were called upon to hurry to NASAP for their take off. Rumour had it that they will be orbiting the Earth until the nemesis passes over. It was so designed that it can even defend itself against alien attack and powerful radiations. And since the toughest metal used to construct Haven was rare and fuel available was insufficient, only few people (elite aristocrats who have paid for) got tickets to it. Haven was enclosed in a highly secure underground terminal in NASAP and people were allowed to enter it only through a secret tunnel that opens into Haven from beneath. It seemed that the take off would shatter the foundations of the Earth. Migration began!
Many of the reserved candidates died in alien attack during their travel to NASAP. Finally, half of them reached NASAP, half of whom were bruised and many crippled. The lay and the abandoned just prayed God to give them enough strength to face death. The soul wailed for help, looking at its kids fighting each other, destroying it (the soul) in course. The pyramid of Budo, which held a master mystery inside it, stood helpless in saving the soul just like furnace of a blacksmith, which breathes but has no life. Secrets buried in the sands of time were never unveiled. Tony D’souja wanted to find out where Kraler was, not to seek help, because he knew that there’s nothing much he could do then to avert the havoc. He just wanted to save a worthy human like Kraler by taking him on to Haven and pass him on to the next generation, if one would exist. He boarded another plane without anyone’s knowledge and took off in search of Kraler. Meanwhile, Haven rose from underground as the foundations of the Earth rattled. People with a last breath looked at it and died cursing their fate. Trees got uprooted and flew furiously with the raging winds, mountains fell to the ground with a heavy thud, oceans roared in agony, their tides eddying high to escape the turmoil, and volcanoes busted in woe spewing the lava high out into the skies to escape the heat of the nemesis. A bird, whose eggs has just hatched, shook in terror as it saw a big tree hurling towards it. It wrapped its kids with its trembling, but warm wings, lying to them that they are safe and nothing is going to harm them. But aware of what is going to happen, it closed its eyes. Whoomp! The mighty tree crashed right into them.
The Earth collapsed! Since ages, nature has been patient, not because it can’t punish, but because it doesn’t want to. Do you think it can’t act?
“I kept my promise, haven’t I?” Kraler who was underground received a mail in MER-code!
——-o End of part-I o——-

(Copyright  © 2013 by Sudhira Spurthi K J. All Rights Reserved. Smashwords Edition)

 

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