“We have no idea who it is, Nahmer, but we did track its source to Joint Base Lewis McChord. Going over some of our footage of the area, it appears to be part of a group from a C-camp. Let me see.” He rummages through several sheets of paper. “There it is, camp designation C-US-4.”
Gav holds her hand out and the supervisor gives her a small booklet. The booklet contains all of the identified gatherings of people and categorizes them. Categories range from A through F; with ‘F’ being just a few families, to a group such as Gav’s, which would be classified as an ‘A’ camp. The classification system includes capabilities with regards to training, numbers, and equipment. So far, they have only found groups classified up to a ‘C’ level, and only four of them within the borders of the continental United States. This group falls within that category.
She turns the pages before coming to the camp information. It’s a location in the Northwest close to JBLM, near the city of Olympia. There are several pictures of the site but they don’t look current to her practiced eyes.
“Any idea of where they’re heading?” she asks, not looking up from scanning the information.
“It’s not a certainty, Nahmer, but from the information we can gather from their flight path, it could be that they are heading to Clovis or Albuquerque,” the supervisor answers.
“And what is there that could be of interest?”
“Albuquerque has Kirtland AFB which was a training base for Air Force special operations and Clovis is near Cannon AFB which is home to an AC-130 wing.”
“I’d put my money on Cannon AFB seeing as they are flying a C-130. They may be trying to pick up an AC-130,” Gav states.
“What would you like us to do?” the supervisor asks.
“Keep an eye on them and let me know what they are up to. Also, task one of the satellites to do a pass-by of camp C-US-4. I want current pictures and keep it monitored.” Gav hands the booklet back.
She turns to leave but stops and looks over her shoulder. “Good find. Keep up the good work,” she says before turning once again and leaving the control room.
The supervisor nods with a satisfied smile on his face, patting the controller on the shoulder.
Later that day, Gav sits with the outgoing and incoming shift supervisors in one of the smaller conference rooms close to the control center. She tries to hold these meetings with them between shifts to ascertain what is going on in the world around them and what needs to be done…if anything. Usually it’s just an update on the various camp activities that they’ve located or to mention another one found or lost.
In the beginning, these meetings had more significance as the scouting of the areas and logging of information began. Lately, they have been short as nothing much different has transpired. Finding a C-130 aloft alters things. It’s the first significant discovery that they’ve found in a while, and it represents a capability they don’t currently possess. That worries her.
“We tracked the C-130 as you requested, and it landed in Albuquerque,” the outgoing shift supervisor continues his debrief.
“Any idea what they are doing there and what their force is comprised of?” Gav asks.
“I don’t have any idea what they may be doing there. They could have landed there due to a large squall line that formed along their flight path. From what we were able to see, which was difficult because of the weather moving in, their numbers were approximately eighteen to twenty, all armed. They managed to meet up with one of the D-level groups we previously identified. It is, um…” the outgoing supervisor says, pausing as he looks through one of the sheets he has spread on the table, “…the group identified as D-US-12. We also re-tasked one of the satellites to do a flyover of camp C-US-4 as you requested. We should have a new set of pictures for you in the morning.”
“Very good. I want that C-130 flight and group under constant surveillance. Call me if you find anything else,” Gav says.
With that, both supervisors nod and leave, one for dinner and rest, and the other to monitor what is left of the world. Gav remains seated at the table. Sipping on her cup of coffee, she mulls over her position and how she arrived at it. More importantly, how everything could have gone so horribly wrong.
All Good Plans
She had a lot of success within the Israeli special operations which led to her being integrated into the Mossad. Gav felt her abilities were underutilized within the Sayeret, so she jumped at the chance to move. Once her training was complete, she never looked back as the missions she conducted were more in line with what she wanted and where she felt her skills were put to the best use. Plus, she enjoyed the challenge.
Over time, Gav made a name for herself as someone who could be successful even in the trickiest situations. That eventually led to a very strange meeting with a small group of people that evolved into her current status. She was given several missions which tested her resolve, loyalty, skills, and morals. With regards to morals, she had them and detested bullying, but accomplishing the mission was the more important aspect. She prided herself on her ability to meticulously plan and carry out any assignment given her.
Eventually, she was given the opportunity to become a full-fledged group member. Her death was faked and there were only a very few within the Israeli intelligence community who knew that she was still alive. Those were the ones who introduced her to this new group and were themselves involved. Over time, and after being tested further, she learned of the group’s mission, eventually leading to her current position as the operations director of the command facility. And what a scheme it was.
The overall plan was for the group to emerge from the ashes of civilization to control the resources and, in essence, become the de-facto leaders. They would control the resources and distribution. To do this, they had established thirty-two sites across the world; each one built in secret and close to various resources. Each site would house petroleum specialists, nuclear physicists, and other experts in differing arenas of production, along with the staff and workers necessary to bring infrastructure systems back online and continue output. This was especially important with the nuclear power plants. Those needed to be shut down in a timely manner or they’d have a disaster on their hands. Each site was to deploy its resources after the world died to enact Phase Two of the plan.
Phase One was implementing a vast decrease in the world’s population. It was a bold plan waiting for world events to bring it about. They had the nanotechnology and were just waiting for the right time and event to implement it. The nanotechnology would be spread in a short period of time and distributed worldwide. Phase Two was for personnel to deploy out of the sites and take control of the resources.
Pandemics, or rather the fear of it, were increasingly commonplace events. The group just needed one to come around so they could administer their plan via a vaccine to a populace that would welcome it. Of course, no one would know what else was being administered. The nanobots would infiltrate the body and attach themselves to the cerebral cortex. These could then be activated by satellite, setting off a small charge which would instantly kill the individual. Arrangements were already in place to add these nanobots to two-thirds of the vaccines which would be sent out. In the meantime, they would build their infrastructure and wait.
The Cape Town Flu virus provided the opportunity. Gav and her staff were already ensconced in their underground command facility. Other groups were alerted to move into their facilities. These would house the experts, military personnel, and equipment that would later emerge and begin Phase Two. There was even an entire division of military personnel in Namibia that were to sweep south into South Africa to take control of the infrastructure and precious resources there. Timing was crucial. The vaccine would be administered, and ninety-six hours later, everyone would move into the facilities and prepare. Twenty-four hours after everyone was in place, the nanobots would be triggered, effectively reducing the world’s population by over sixty percent. Their deaths would be blamed on the flu; the group would take control of the resources and rise from the ashes. That’s when everything went to shit.