ship of any and all valuables.
“Johnson!” Abdil cried out.
Then came a second, deafening explosion, sending Abdil ducking into a cabin as glowing debris rained down.
“Toldya there’s a curse,” Conrad called out.
Zawas came out from hiding, dazed and furious, waving the whip as he marched straight at him. “Show me the idol, Yeats!” he yelled like some movie villain. “Or I show you the whip!”
But a third explosion hit, rocking the deck and sending Zawas down on all fours. By now Conrad had freed himself. He climbed over the rail and jumped ship into the waters, leaving behind a tangle of empty ropes and a raging Zawas cursing after him into the night.
NIANTIC LINKS
Queen of Sheba coded painting
“Nomad” TV trailer
Hank Johnson DOD Debrief - Part 1
Hank Johnson DOD Debrief - Part 2
IQTech Company Profile
CHAPTER 2
H ank Johnson’s quest for the Queen of Sheba’s mines had begun in Geneva even before he met with Conrad Yeats in Cape Verde. On the morning of November 23, 2012, Hank slipped away from the Niantic project facility based at the European Laboratory for Particle Physics known as CERN to board a train to Zurich. He left with only his familiar backpack stuffed with maps and satellite overheads of a remote site in Africa.
The site, he hoped, of the legendary Queen of Sheba’s lost mines.
Hank’s official explanation for his sudden departure was that he had found something on an intel map and was off shooting the pilot for his new “Nomad” TV series.
The real story, however, was that he had traced “exotic matter” or XM patterns with a Reverse Big Bang Algorithm to the site—evidence of a significant portal. Portals were transdimensional anomalies through which ordered data was transmitted via XM. Nobody knew what was contained in this data, only that it was sequenced and thus engineered by some intelligence.
All of which begged the question of who or what was on the other side of these portals? Again, nobody knew. For the time being, whatever they were had been coined with the term “Shapers,” because it appeared that this ordered data in exotic matter had for centuries been shaping human thought and influencing human civilization. The existence of the world’s ancient shrines, monuments and cities around XM portals made the link indisputable.
A portal this big and this old in the jungles of Africa promised ancient ruins. For whatever reason, deposits of exotic matter seemed to be linked to religious shrines and cultural landmarks around the world, as well as rare earth minerals.
Those ruins, in turn, were probably hiding the famous gold mines.
If his hunch proved correct in Africa, Hank would call in Conrad to help him explore what was buried below. Conrad was about the only specialist from the outside he trusted for this sort of operation, even if Conrad dismissed exotic matter as a marker of ancient ruins in favor of his astronomical alignments.
Probably the same difference at the end of the day, and cosmically linked in some way.
Everything is.
On the train to Zurich, Hank texted his colleagues Calvin and Devra back at Niantic that he was sorry he hadn’t had a chance to say goodbye before setting off for his TV pilot. Especially since he had planted the idea in their heads that he wouldn’t be leaving until a few days later on the 26th. This way he’d have a jump on any tail they put on him.
Hank had many masters—Niantic, IQTech and others— but in many ways that made him the master. His cross-agency work gave him a unique drone’s-eye view of global intelligence and geopolitics.
It was a far cry from the narrow silos most operatives existed in, never sharing “their” intel with other agencies. How many inter-agency task force meetings had he attended where he was fully aware of the vital intel each agency knew but that none felt the others “needed” to know?
From his perch at least he could connect the dots that others missed. Ironically, this
“Johnson!” Abdil cried out.
Then came a second, deafening explosion, sending Abdil ducking into a cabin as glowing debris rained down.
“Toldya there’s a curse,” Conrad called out.
Zawas came out from hiding, dazed and furious, waving the whip as he marched straight at him. “Show me the idol, Yeats!” he yelled like some movie villain. “Or I show you the whip!”
But a third explosion hit, rocking the deck and sending Zawas down on all fours. By now Conrad had freed himself. He climbed over the rail and jumped ship into the waters, leaving behind a tangle of empty ropes and a raging Zawas cursing after him into the night.
NIANTIC LINKS
Queen of Sheba coded painting
“Nomad” TV trailer
Hank Johnson DOD Debrief - Part 1
Hank Johnson DOD Debrief - Part 2
IQTech Company Profile
CHAPTER 2
H ank Johnson’s quest for the Queen of Sheba’s mines had begun in Geneva even before he met with Conrad Yeats in Cape Verde. On the morning of November 23, 2012, Hank slipped away from the Niantic project facility based at the European Laboratory for Particle Physics known as CERN to board a train to Zurich. He left with only his familiar backpack stuffed with maps and satellite overheads of a remote site in Africa.
The site, he hoped, of the legendary Queen of Sheba’s lost mines.
Hank’s official explanation for his sudden departure was that he had found something on an intel map and was off shooting the pilot for his new “Nomad” TV series.
The real story, however, was that he had traced “exotic matter” or XM patterns with a Reverse Big Bang Algorithm to the site—evidence of a significant portal. Portals were transdimensional anomalies through which ordered data was transmitted via XM. Nobody knew what was contained in this data, only that it was sequenced and thus engineered by some intelligence.
All of which begged the question of who or what was on the other side of these portals? Again, nobody knew. For the time being, whatever they were had been coined with the term “Shapers,” because it appeared that this ordered data in exotic matter had for centuries been shaping human thought and influencing human civilization. The existence of the world’s ancient shrines, monuments and cities around XM portals made the link indisputable.
A portal this big and this old in the jungles of Africa promised ancient ruins. For whatever reason, deposits of exotic matter seemed to be linked to religious shrines and cultural landmarks around the world, as well as rare earth minerals.
Those ruins, in turn, were probably hiding the famous gold mines.
If his hunch proved correct in Africa, Hank would call in Conrad to help him explore what was buried below. Conrad was about the only specialist from the outside he trusted for this sort of operation, even if Conrad dismissed exotic matter as a marker of ancient ruins in favor of his astronomical alignments.
Probably the same difference at the end of the day, and cosmically linked in some way.
Everything is.
On the train to Zurich, Hank texted his colleagues Calvin and Devra back at Niantic that he was sorry he hadn’t had a chance to say goodbye before setting off for his TV pilot. Especially since he had planted the idea in their heads that he wouldn’t be leaving until a few days later on the 26th. This way he’d have a jump on any tail they put on him.
Hank had many masters—Niantic, IQTech and others— but in many ways that made him the master. His cross-agency work gave him a unique drone’s-eye view of global intelligence and geopolitics.
It was a far cry from the narrow silos most operatives existed in, never sharing “their” intel with other agencies. How many inter-agency task force meetings had he attended where he was fully aware of the vital intel each agency knew but that none felt the others “needed” to know?
From his perch at least he could connect the dots that others missed. Ironically, this
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