Pennsylvania, 2018Maria didn't sleep very well and she could feel it as she opened her eyes to the simulated light of the morning, the blue light bulb burning its peculiar light as she felt a strange peace descend on her spirit. The room she was sleeping in was a familiar room with its red-painted simple walls that constantly reminded her of the past. A past that never existed but was there, in the back of her mind, connecting her to memories only a few could understand. Even in the midst of all her confusion, there was a certain reassurance which she gathered from this newfound reality. The first was understanding that the necklace she wore on her neck meant something to her, if not a lot of people but her.She thought of the last discussion she had with Uju and Abby. The wavy atmosphere that filled her spirit. It calmed her"Get up from the bed," Uju's voice filled her room. They were staying together for a

Igboland, 1790The whole village turned out on the village square with weapons of war they could quickly grab, men, women, old men, old women and even children. They formed a huge circle as they surrounded the man that had appeared from nowhere. The elders took their places in the circle, each holding a potent charm to dissolve whatever power the person who stood at the center of the circle was possessing. The rest of the village stared in awe as they watched the elders take out their charms from their waists and strike the ground.The village chief priest was not there yet and his servants, two boys and a girl were also absent in the gathering. The elders knew as much as the whole village knew that they could not do anything to the man who stood at the center of the circle. It was a law to respect foreign beings that stepped in their land. Whether dangerous or not, they had to wait for the chief priest of their land to intercede with the gods.There were four d

California, 2014When Clark and Michael entered one of the few surviving warehouses of the director of their hidden project, they knew something had changed in the building. The walls were covered up with red paint, the goods that were in the rear complex had been replaced with wires of different lengths, shapes and sizes. The scene before them looked like a complete opposite of what they had left behind.At the middle of the wall that had been the dwelling place of an ancient Italian painting was the picture of a grassy area cascading downward to merge with an abandoned dry land. Close to the picture of this strange piece was another picture composed of a large pentagon bordered in the east by men and women who were emerging from what looked like Dante's inferno. Shrewd looking individuals with stacks of grey hair flowing from their armpits and pubic regions were directly above the tortured men and women as if to accentuate the dark atmosphere preserved for those who had missed the li

Munich, 2014An airplane landing in Munich on a hot afternoon was no rare scene. Thirty minutes had passed when a slightly angry and desperate duo in form of Clark and Micheal stepped down from a grand airplane on one of Europe's most prominent economy in search of an unknown man in Munich. A crisp breeze rustled the lapels of their jackets as they approached the driver of a car that looked like a private taxi. The open space at the back seat relieved them as they became aware that the journey was going to be fast and less noisy."Where can I take you to?" An Indian accent came from the car. He was the driver."Munich," Michael replied."Munich?" The driver was confused as he tried to explain to them that they were standing in Munich."Forgive my friend for his excitement," Clark stepped in. "Can you take us to this place?"The driver took the address from Clark's grip and studied it quickly."Euro youth hotel?" He asked.Clark

 Munich, 2014“Priory of Göteborg?” Clark wiped his mouth with a clean handkerchief and shifted towards the driver. “We need to know more about them. Can you tell us more about them?”"I already told you what I know about them," the driver replied.Michael paced around the cozy room to think of what they would do to make the driver tell them more about the secret organization. “A thousand dollars if you tell us what you know about them,” he offered."This is not about money. I don't know anything about them," the driver responded, considering the offer in his mind."Don't fucking lie to us. There is no way that poster would be in your car if you haven't been approached by them," Michael explained.Clark grunted abruptly. “This is not going to work out easily as you think," he said to Michael. "If we want to know how the poster got in his car, we