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  All characters in this book are fictitious any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

  First Printing 2015

  ISBN-13 978-1518657221

  ISBN-10 1518657222

  Written by Anthony J Santora

  Published by Anthony J Santora

  Edited by Anthony J Santora and Shannon Santora

  Cover concept by Anthony J Santora

  Cover art by Shannon Santora

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  I would like to thank.

  My father for teaching me about honor

  My mother for teaching me about courage

  I miss you both every day.

  My stepfather for being the best grandfather I could have ever hoped for my son to have, thank you.

  My mother and father in law, you have always been there with unwavering support making the tough times much less tough, thank you so much.

  My friends and family for your constant encouragement and love, your unending belief in me helped push me when I wasn’t sure if I believed in myself.

  My beautiful wife for her love and patience, without you this book may have never happened. Every day I am blessed to have you as my wife. You will forever be Eternally Cupcake

  And to you, I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed bringing it to you.

  Thank You.

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  This is a work of fiction while there is evidence to support the existence of the societies mentioned in this book their inner workings, members, and political influence is speculation based off of my own research. As for the ultimate goals of these organizations I can draw only one conclusion that the vast majority of members have no knowledge of the real truth that only the highest of their order are privy to. All characters in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is purely coincidental.

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  Journal #1

  The year is 2038 and many things are different than a few decades ago, some laws have changed or been abolished while others have taken their place. Electric and hybrid vehicles make up a much larger percent of the modern worlds automobiles. Race riots, mass shootings and the growth of anti government groups have brought new gun laws. Technology is advancing rapidly; DNA sequencing lets some parents choose the looks and characteristics of their children while weeding out more traditionally undesirable traits. Our military is using mechanized suits to enhance our soldier’s strength and stamina. Stem cell research has given us the ability to regenerate organs. The world is changing rapidly and most think for the better but many things are not better. Shifting climates all over the globe hint of global change, the rich still run a world that is quickly becoming overpopulated and war still reigns in many parts of the globe. All in all things are about the same. All generations think that theirs is the most important, that their days are the end of days. Man has contemplated the end since the beginning and no matter what generation it has been all have been wrong because we, humanity are still here. All we can do is live our lives the best we can and hope that when our time is at an end that we can look back and see substance in our existence.

  I like all others thought of the beginning and wondered about the end. I like those before me lived my life and thought that my generation was the one that something great and horrible was going to happen, I like those before me thought that something would occur in my lifetime that would change the world forever. But unlike those before me I was right. I am Nathan Turner and this is my story, the story of the end of days.

  Part 1

  Chapter 1: “The wool over my eyes”

  Friday, November 18th 2038

  Agent Nathan Turner was at home in front of his computer enveloped in his current case. Almost nothing could pull Nathan away from his work of chasing monsters…. almost nothing. “Nathan, NATHAN!”

  Nathan focused on his work barely acknowledged his longtime girlfriend.

  “Yes sweetie.”

  Kayla absolutely respected Nathans drive but she needed her time as well “Don’t pull that sweetie stuff on me.”

  Nathan continued looking thru files. “Sorry Baby, I’m working.”

  Kayla pouted a bit. “You’re always working”

  “Babe, I gotta find this guy, he really hurt these girls. This is the third girl in as many months, and I know it’s the same guy.”

  She slipped off her robe revealing her Victoria’s secret lingerie, a two piece. White thong and bra, both laced with synthetic feathers, both see-through just like Nathan liked. She inched from the doorway silently moving her caramel colored legs towards the back of Nathan’s chair. She then wrapped her arms around his muscular shoulders and leaned over his side as he turned to regard her.

  “Baby I reall…..”

  Nathan stopped as he turned, quite accidentally, to stare at Kayla’s chest and then to slowly focus up to her eyes. Those beautiful brown eyes accented by high cheekbones and long wavy brown hair highlighted with dark blonde streaks from the sun…Nathan knew he shouldn’t have turned around. “Baby I, uh…I really need to….” She interrupted him.

  “It’s Friday night, my night, and you’ve been nonstop on this case. You’ll catch this one just like all the others, but tonight I want my Papi”

  She knew she had him and so did he. Raised in D.C. Kayla spoke perfect English with just a hint of the Latino accent she picked up from her parents. Kayla knew all it took was for her to thicken that accent just a little and Nathan was putty in her hands. Nathan turned in his chair enough to take in the whole picture. As the light from the computer reflected off Kayla’s skin Nathan moved his eyes moved from toe to head, lingering in some places. Once he met her eyes he nodded.

  “Yes sweetie.”

  * * *

  Saturday November 19th

  Kayla turned over to put her arm around Nathan but he was gone. On the nightstand was a note.

  Angel,

  Got an idea, went for a run, shouldn’t be long.

  Nate

  Kayla groaned. “Ummm, Papi.”

  * * *

  All investigators have their way of clearing their mind of everything but the case. Focus and inward thinking were two powerful tools to an investigator. Whenever Nathan wanted to achieve this state of inner peace he ran, not because he liked running but because he hated it. Nathan was never a natural runner, throughout his life whenever he was called to run he would shift his focus to keep from thinking of the pain that came with running. As he did now.

  I hate running…..Hot for November…..Ankles hurt…..No DNA match…..Need water…..Up hill…..No prior…..Breathing…..Saliva,…. Semen…..Gonna rain…..Pick up the pace…..Saliva from the cigarettes…..Had no DNA match…..Brand was …..Virginia Slims.

  Nathan breathed heavy as he slowed towards the steps at his house, and then froze in deep contemplation. “What man smokes Virginia Slims?�
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  As Nathan climbed the steps to his home his intuitive investigative instincts took hold and two things stuck in his mind. “I hate running” and “A white male probably in his mid to late thirties smoking Virginia Slims.” As he came in the door Nathan noticed a note on the coffee table.

  Babe,

  “Got an idea, went shopping, could be a while”

  Kayla

  Nathan smiled as he whispered softly aloud. “Love you baby.”

  Kayla knew how much Nathan hates running she also knew that Nathan always ran when he was on to something. He needed to work things out. Nathan picked up the phone, after a couple of minutes the long groan of Nathans partner Daniel Grey answered on the other end.

  “ummm yhello”

  Nathan answered. “Grey”

  Grey trying to recover from the sad law enforcement cliché of the previous night slowly responded “Yea”

  Nathan looked at his watch. “Are you sleeping?”

  Grey groggily responded. “Yes, goodnight Turner”

  Nathan took a deep breath. “Its 9 am get up.”

  Grey snapped back. “Yea, and don’t forget Saturday”

  Nathan ignored the underlying attitude. “Get up I’ve got an idea”

  Grey continued to try an aggravate Nathan as payback for waking him. “I’d have an idea if I had that spicy little tamale in my bed.”

  Nathan ignored Grays comment. “She’s gone out and you need to get up.”

  Grey held a chuckle. “Probably looking for someone who will give her the attention she deserves.”

  Nathan tried not to let the guilt over the truth about not giving Kayla enough attention get to him “I’ll meet you at the office.”

  Grey looked at his phone as he appeared to have been disconnected.

  * * *

  Further south another Turner was having his own women troubles.

  “Mr. Turner your outlandish theories will not be tolerated in this class.”

  “Ms. Johansson it is a fact that the freemasons have had their hands in everything from government to religion since the dark ages.”

  Ms. Johansson’s body clenched as her aggravation grew “Mr. Turner”

  The young Turner continued. “Even Harvard and Yale are known for their Masonic fraternity the “skull and bones” also they have the “scroll and key….”

  “Mr. Turner” Ms Johansson’s pale face was now turning a dark red.

  And still Darion Turner did not relent. “….who link directly to the Jason society and the Illuminati.”

  “Mr. Darion Turner, this is a world history class, your conspiracy theories have no place here.”

  “But Ms. Johansson it’s all…”

  “B.S.” “You’re just like your brother was when he was in this class always going on about some great conspiracy, or bigfoot, or aliens; as if there is any historical reference to aliens.”

  Darion was a bit more tentative this time. “Actually…”

  Ms. Johansson was now infuriated. “Enough! One more of your wild theories Mr. Turner and you will be taking this again class next term.”

  Darion bit his lip and just nodded. “Yes ma’am”

  Darion Turner always ran into confrontations with his teachers, specifically the professors of religion and history. The arguments never bothered Darion, he actually enjoyed them. His theory was that most teachers ignorantly closed their minds to anything new presented to them that they didn’t already know, specifically if brought by a student. Nathan used to call it intelligence versus experience the ongoing battle between the young and old who both think they know it all.

  As Darion was leaving class he noticed a petite brunette with long hair and green eyes standing to the side eyeing him intensely. As he approached cautiously the primary thought crossing his mind was what did I do this time.

  “Hey sweetie.”

  Almost immediately after he finished his greeting he got punched…hard right in the center of his chest. As he wheezed from the unexpected power of the 5’2” 108lb juggernaut he suddenly remembered something about a date last night.

  She began…” You know I just don’t get you. You chased me, you came after me and now that you have me all you do is ignore me.”

  As Darion rubbed his chest he made a cautious expression and said “Uh, it’s….the chase that’s so much fun?”

  Candice’s arm went back but Darion was ready for her this time. He stepped in close lightly grabbing her wrist and putting his other arm around her waist quickly trying to correct his error.

  “Baby, you know I’m just playing, I chased you because you are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen and I would have regretted every day of my life if I had not at least tried to make you my own.” As the red began to appear on Candice’s cheeks she turned her head and defiantly replied “Whatever.” Darion let go of her wrist and slowly turned her head. He affectionately gave her a small kiss and continued to smooth things over, he was almost safe…almost.

  “Girl do you know how jealous the guys are that you’re mine?”

  He looked in her eyes. Inwardly he thanked his elder brother for the lessons in the art of the silver tongue. “I'll make it up to you”

  Candice eyed him, she knew he was playing her with that charm of his but she didn’t care. She always enjoyed watching him try and wiggle his way out of trouble.

  Candice calmed a little then asked Darion “So where were you last night anyway?”

  Darion spoke before he thought an all too common flaw in the male genome. “Oh nothing, me and Jason went to a MUFON convention.” Candice knew she was going to regret her next question “What is a MUFON Darion?”

  Once again Darion quickly responded without thinking. “Mutual UFO network.”

  As soon as the words left his mouth Darion knew he should have said something about a car accident, hospital or deathbed….not UFO’s. Candice turned red again, but not because she was flattered. “You! You stood me up for some STUPID flying saucier club!”

  Darion stuttered “I, …baby,….I uh”

  Candice scowled “You’re all the same” With that she stormed off.

  From just inside the doorway to the classroom Jason, Darion’s best friend overheard everything and was smiling intently as he stepped from his place of concealment. “You do have a way with the ladies.”

  Darion rubbed his hand thru his thick sandy blond hair as he turned to face his friend. “She’ll get over it; I’ll send her some flowers or something.”

  Jason raised his eyebrows with an expression of contained laughter at his friend’s predicament. “You know things were looking good before you told her where we were last night; I think you enjoy digging those holes of yours.”

  Darion grinned. “C’mon J.T. half the fun is digging yourself back out.”

  Jason responded “Humph, last time I tried digging myself out I got kicked back in and buried!”

  Darion cocked his head and gave Jason a look a father might give to his inexperienced son and slowly replied “Yes but while I may be in the hole for something trivial, you are in the hole for trying to have sex with two girls at the same time.” Darion shook his head “Her sister man really.”

  Jason puffed out his chest as he inadvertently stroked his thin mustache. ”C’mon I almost had a three-way …that one time.”

  Darion looked skeptical “Yea you mean the time you got to 2nd base with your girlfriend while her cousin was passed out drunk in the bed next to you, well that doesn’t count. Plus there’s more to life than just sex you know.”

  Jason’s mouth just fell open as if he had just been told he had a week to live. “More to life than sex….we’re in our prime here, were in the motherland of, of …parties, and wet t- shirt competitions and spring break and girls going wild and you tell me …you tell me there’s more to life than sex!”

  Darion thought to himself for a minute then said “Maybe you should just get a sexbot.”

  Jason shook his head. “No, No those t
hings give me the creeps.”

  They laughed. But in his heart Darion knew there was more, not just to sex but to everything, women, school, and life. Darion knew something worldly was coming, something that would change the face of our planet forever. He had researched too much; he had delved too deep into the abyss of our world’s history and religion. Nathan opened his eyes to the revelations of the world, to its forbidden secrets….and Darion would never let them close again.

  Darion remembered the last time he had talked with his brother; it was three months ago, Darion was calling his brother from Switzerland to confirm what he already knew to be true.

  August 28, 2038

  “Nathan I’ve seen it! This year’s Bilderberger convention is in Geneva.”

  Nathan responded with less enthusiasm. “I told you that.”

  Darions voice pitch raised as his enthusiasm showed. “Yes but for once I’ve seen it with my own eyes.”

  “Not too close I hope.” Nathan said knowing all too well the evil those men will go to preserve their secrets. Darion responded in a condescending tone. “You’ve taught me better, I’m not that stupid.” Nathan breathed a little easier “Look little bro I hate to cut this short but I’m working on an important case.” Darion simply stated “Murder, rapist, or pedophile?”

  Nathan answered flatly. “All of the above.”

  Darion like most people didn’t like to think of the multitude of monsters surrounding us, he abruptly returned back to the original subject. “I’m going to France next to see some of the suspected Grail locations.” Nathans demeanor was the complete opposite of his brothers. “Good luck.” Darion was disheartened by his brothers less than enthusiastic response. “Good luck? I call you all the way from Europe to tell you I’m seeking the truth first hand and all you can say is good luck.”