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  The next day while Autumn was eating breakfast, she turned on the TV and decided to watch the news. She lifted the spoon to her mouth but didn’t eat her cereal. Her attention was glued to the Annunaki on the screen who was talking into the camera in front of the United Nations.

  Putting the spoon back into the bowl, she leaned forward so that she could read the headline of her newspaper from yesterday. There it was in black and white. An had been confirmed dead from a shot to the head. She turned her gaze back to the TV where An was speaking. He had a scar across his forehead but looked perfectly fine.

  She picked up the remote and turned up the volume. This couldn’t be real. Once someone was dead, that was it. But he was Annunaki. Maybe the Annunaki could come back to life. If they’re spiritual beings inhabiting a physical world, maybe he was never dead to begin with. Maybe it was all a ploy. But a ploy for what?

  “We’ve decided to stay here and oversee the next stage in your evolution,” An spoke. “This decision wasn’t made lightly; however, you have unified as a species by removing your national and religious boundaries. That being said, we have the first step implemented.”

  Autumn squinted at the RFID chip he held up to the camera.

  “This will enhance your life,” An continued. “It will make you stronger and smarter so when the greys return, you’ll be ready to defend yourselves against them. And better yet, it will ensure no more vanishings will happen ever again.”

  As the camera focused in on the chip, Autumn wondered, once again, who the Annunaki really were, and what, exactly, was that chip really for?

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Six months later

  Devon stood in line, shifting uneasily from one foot to another. Did he really want to do this? He glanced at his co-workers who were waiting to get the RFID chip implant. They called it the Human Enhancement Program, but he wondered if it was more than that. That little chip, which was the size of a grain of rice, might have the ability to turn them into postmodern humans, but it also would hold the bearer’s medical, financial, and personal information. Anyone who wore it could be tracked wherever they went.

  It was bad enough with all the cameras and microphones planted in all of the electronic equipment. Now the government wanted access directly inside a person? The face of the police state had just become overtly apparent, and yet, people were lining up in droves to get their chip. He shivered. The program was voluntary, but he suspected that wouldn’t last long. Sooner or later, it would be mandatory. Then where would they all be?

  They’d all be trapped. There wouldn’t be anything to stop the government from doing whatever it wanted. It was bad enough he couldn’t quit his job.

  The line moved forward, putting Devon two people away from receiving the chip. To his left, a woman who’d been standing in line got out of it, opting not to take the injection—at least not today. Devon thought she might be the smartest one in the room.

  “Where would you like it?” the nurse asked the man at the head of Devon’s line who sat down in the chair and handed her his ID.

  “What are my options?” the man asked.

  “The right hand or forehead.”

  “I can’t put it somewhere else? Like my arm?”

  The nurse shook her head. “I’m sorry, but the chip needs to be in a location where your body heat will allow it to function properly.”

  “Alright,” the man replied. “Well, let’s do my forehead then.”

  “Before we do that, I need you to sign a piece of paper.”

  The man took the piece of paper from her and read it.

  As Devon watched her link the man’s information into the chip, he decided he couldn’t do it. Stepping out of line, he found Vanessa further down. He stopped beside her and whispered, “I need to talk to you.”

  “Can’t it wait?” She looked over her shoulder. “I’ve already been waiting for twenty minutes. I don’t want to lose my place.”

  “It’s important.”

  Sighing, she stepped out of line and followed him out of the cafeteria. He waited until they reached his office before shutting the door behind him.

  She turned to him and crossed her arms. “Devon, what is this about?”

  “You can’t take the chip,” he said.

  “Why not?”

  “It’s wrong. They’re rounding up people like cattle.”

  Vanessa stared at him for a moment, as if trying to determine whether or not he was joking before she laughed. “Oh come on. We’re not animals. We’re human beings.”

  “Who are being branded.”

  “I don’t see what the difference is between this and a social security card or a driver’s license.”

  “This is inside you. It modifies your DNA. It contains everything about you on it. There are too many things that can go wrong with a setup like this.”

  Brushing her bangs from her eyes, she said, “If the elite were still in control, I’d agree with you. But they’re not. We’re okay now. The Annunaki have been nothing but good to us, Devon. I know you think we’re all headed for a cataclysmic event, but we’re not. It’s been half a year since they showed up, and things are better than ever. They’ve worked miracles here. No more poverty. No more hunger. No more war. Can you imagine such a thing happening with the elite in charge? They thrived on our misery.”

  “You remember Keegan and the others who operate the base at Dulce? They love it that the Annunaki are here. They’re anticipating something big because of this, and I think it’s not about the greys returning.”

  “Of course, it’s about the greys coming back, but the greys are no match for the Annunaki or the super soldiers. Devon, you need to have more faith in all we’ve worked for.”

  He shook his head and revealed something he feared deep in his gut. “I don’t think so. I think the greys, Annunaki and super soldiers are working together.”

  She turned to the window and looked outside where the sunny day gave no indication that anything was wrong. “I’ve given all of it serious thought, Devon. I weighed the pros and cons, and honestly, the pros outweigh the cons. Let’s say your scenario comes to pass and the Annunaki, the greys, and the super soldiers are working together to destroy mankind. Doesn’t it behoove us to take the advancements so we can stand up to them?”

  “But what if they don’t just enhance us?”

  “I’m not afraid of being monitored. I’m not doing anything that’s illegal. I have nothing to hide.”

  Rubbing the back of his neck, he tried to think of another angle to convince her that this might not be the greatest thing to ever happen to her.

  She walked over to him and placed her hand on his arm. “Don’t take the chip today. Take time to think about it. There’s no rush.”

  “What if it turns out to be the wrong decision?”

  “I’ll just remove it.”

  He wondered if they could do that. Would something that manipulated a person’s DNA be permanent?

  “This way I won’t need that cabin of yours in Alaska,” she said. “I don’t want to live my life in fear anymore. This chip will give me security. I want to be able to take care of myself, no matter what happens.”

  Realizing he couldn’t change her mind, he shrugged. “Alright.” What else could he say? She wasn’t a child who needed to be told what to do. She was an adult, and he had to respect that.

  “I’ll be fine, Devon,” she said, giving his arm a slight squeeze before she went to the door and opened it. “You’ll see. Everything’s going to be okay.”

  Even if she was certain of that, he wasn’t. He sat in his chair and stared at the wall, not really seeing anything. He thought over his life and all the decisions he’d made which led him to this point in time. And as he did, it occurred to him that he’d never felt more alone in his entire life.

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Autumn clocked off work and headed for her car, ignoring the posters announcing the upcoming arrival of the chips
to Bismarck. She had no intention of taking it. She didn’t care how good Alex thought it was. Something about it didn’t seem right.

  After she got to her car and drove out of the parking lot, she turned on the radio and debated whether to listen to the news or music. Who was she kidding? She had enough of listening to Hampton and Katie ramble on about current events. What she needed was a break from it all. She turned the dial to her favorite station and drove down the street.

  When she came to a stoplight, she glanced at the lane next to her. She blinked in surprise. Devon was in the car idling beside hers, and judging by the way he rubbed his forehead, she judged that he was having a bad day. She honked her horn to get his attention. Maybe it wasn’t the smartest decision she ever made, but he seemed like he needed someone to talk to.

  He looked in her direction, and she motioned to the coffee shop up ahead. When he nodded, the light turned green so she pointed for him to drive in front of her since the shop was on her side of the road.

  She followed him into the parking lot, parked her car next to his, and got out. As soon as she reached his side, she said, “I haven’t seen you since March.”

  “Yeah, well, I’ve been working.”

  Noting the way his shoulders sagged and the weary expression on his face, she asked, “Long hours?”

  “They wouldn’t let me quit. I still do the same job.” He glanced at the coffee shop and then back at her. “Do you still want to talk to me?”

  “They wouldn’t let you quit?”

  “I put in my two weeks’ notice but was told I couldn’t leave. I’m doing the same thing I was before.” Pausing, he shrugged. “So, would you rather go home?”

  He didn’t want to be doing this, and he wasn’t defending it. Taking in his resigned tone, she sighed. “No. You can’t control everything that happens.” After an awkward moment, she added, “I haven’t had some chocolate in awhile, and they sell great brownies here.”

  With a smile, he said, “That does sound pretty good.”

  “They make good ones.”

  “I’ll have to try one then.”

  As they walked toward the small building, she glanced at the clear night. The September breeze was a little cool but still nice enough to enjoy. “It’s a nice night.” In some ways, it reminded her of that night she and Alex went to Area 51—the first time she saw the angel in the road. Back then, she thought she was going to find her sister. But all she found were more questions, and so much was still left unknown. “Did you lose anyone when the vanishings occurred?”

  “No. I wasn’t close enough to anyone though.”

  She nodded before they entered the shop. In his line of work, she supposed that was natural. Maybe in some ways, he had to detach himself from the rest of the world in order to do what he needed to do. She knew if it was her, that’s how she would cope.

  Once they collected their drinks and brownies, they sat in one of the booths by a window. She ran through a list of topics to discuss but had no idea what would appeal to a man like him. With Alex, it was easy. She had more in common with him. She had little in common with Devon. It seemed to her the only thread connecting them was the realization the world was influenced by spiritual beings.

  Devon sipped his coffee before speaking. “I remember you asked about your sister. She vanished the first time.”

  “Yes, and then my friend Alicia vanished the second time.”

  “I’m sorry. I don’t know where any of them went or why we’re still here. I know as much as you do and that’s what they tell us on the news. That they were all aboard the grey ships and died when the Annunaki defeated them.”

  “Which is what they want us to think?” she ventured.

  He nodded and bit into his brownie. “Obviously, some people went on those ships, but the number of reported dead bodies was significantly less than the number recorded missing.”

  Fiddling with her napkin, she asked, “How much of what I see on TV can I believe?”

  “Most of it’s true, but you have to ask yourself what are they diverting your attention from?”

  Her eyebrows furrowed. “Meaning what, exactly?”

  “Well, what you see on TV is on the center stage. It’s where you’re supposed to direct your attention to. I’ve found that, more often than not, the real show is taking place behind the curtains.”

  “That’s almost creepy.”

  “Almost?”

  She smiled. “Alright. It is. So how do you know what’s true and what isn’t?”

  “With all the disinformation floating around, you can’t be entirely sure. All you know is what you experience.”

  “So, you think that when someone doesn’t believe me about seeing angels and demons, then they’re just as right as I am?”

  “No. As strange as it sounds, I’m beginning to think the spiritual world is a lot more real than the physical one.”

  “Really? How so?”

  He finished his brownie and drank some coffee. “I know what I experienced, and I know what we saw that night at the park. That was real. I called on God when I was on the plane because I thought I was going to die. While the so-called aliens were attacking the capitols around the world, my plane took a nosedive. Needless to say, it gave me a whole new perspective on what mattered and what didn’t.”

  She fingered the cross around her neck. Marianne believed it was real, and after all Autumn had been through, she couldn’t deny it either. Not really. But how did God fit into everything that was going on?

  “So, the angel hasn’t been back since that night, has he?” Devon asked.

  Turning her attention to the coffee, she shook her head and took a drink.

  “That’s odd, isn’t it? Why would the angel stay away?”

  Then, as if on cue, the angel appeared next to her.

  She jerked and nearly spilled her coffee.

  “I only come when it’s necessary,” the angel replied.

  Autumn glanced at Devon and was reassured when she realized he saw the angel too. It made her feel less awkward to be in a public place with the angel when Devon witnessed the same thing she did. “It hasn’t been necessary up to now?” she asked the angel.

  “No, it hasn’t,” the angel replied.

  She should have expected that answer from him.

  “So why now?” Devon whispered, glancing around the room.

  Autumn checked the other people and was assured when no one paid them any mind.

  “Because now you’re asking the important questions,” the angel said. Turning to her, he said, “You want to know how God fits into all of this?”

  Her eyes grew wide. “Well, I was thinking it.”

  “God is returning soon,” the angel said.

  “What about the greys?” Devon asked, leaning forward in interest.

  “The greys are still here. They never went away. They just conveniently ‘disappeared’ as the Annunaki told them to. Something the world has forgotten is the identity of the Annunaki,” the angel said. “They came from the heavenly realm through portals on the Earth. People saw them descend from the sky in their crafts and called them gods. Today, you call them aliens. They come from another dimension. This world you’re on is like a hologram. The real world exists beyond this one, just out of reach. In the world beyond this one—in another dimension—lies eternity, and in eternity is a place you humans call Heaven. It was in Heaven, long before humans came into existence, where a war was fought.”

  “The war between Satan and God?” Devon asked. “The one where Satan tried to take God’s place?”

  The angel nodded. “And Satan took a third of the angels with him. Those angels are what the Sumerians called Annunaki. In other cultures, they were the gods and goddesses of their mythologies. They’ve been called different names over the course of human history, but the goal has always been the same. They want to claim Earth as their own.”

  “Fallen angels,” Autumn whispered. “Not demons?”

  “Demo
ns are disembodied spirits that were the product of fallen angel and human DNA manipulation,” the angel said. “Back in Noah’s time, people called them Nephilim. Today you call them super soldiers.”

  Devon’s eyebrows rose in interest.

  The angel looked over at him. “Didn’t it ever occur to you to question the source of your non-human experiments down at Area 51? Hasn’t your time with Keegan been enough of an indicator as to what’s going on? Some produce offspring through the lab. Others, through different methods.”

  Devon blanched. “Like rape?”

  “Or through consent. It really doesn’t matter to the fallen angels. The end goal is to build an army to fight God when He returns.”

  “So Keegan’s not a Reptoid?”

  “In her true form, that is how she looks, but she’s a fallen angel who’s been hard at work setting the stage for the final event.”

  Devon winced and rubbed his forehead. “I didn’t know it ran that deep.”

  “There are many things you didn’t know.”

  Autumn knew she was missing something important, but by the sickened expression on Devon’s face, she wasn’t sure she wanted to know the details.

  “I saw these super soldiers,” Devon continued. “They had superhuman abilities.”

  “Like Superman?” she asked.

  “Worse,” Devon replied.

  “And this time, they aren’t giants,” the angel said. “So it’s harder to tell who they are. Most are dormant, going about their lives, unaware of who they are.”

  “Can they die?” Devon asked.

  “Not easily, and their spirits are still doomed. The mixing of angelic and human DNA was never in God’s design. People think the flood in Noah’s day was about people committing crimes, but what was really going on back then was a different story altogether. The Nephilim had taken over to the point where only Noah and his family were untainted by the angelic genes. The flood was the only way the human race could be preserved. When Satan rebelled against God, he lost dominion of this planet, and he wants it back. You see, God gave man the Earth for an inheritance. Don’t think for a minute Satan will let humans remain here with him and his fallen angels.”