ULTRA-X by ANDREW SCORAH (ink ebook reader txt) 📖

thought and threw his steaming hot drink in the mans face before unleashing a flurry of punches to the mans head and body. The man dropped unconscious to the floor. He picked up the Sig and sidestepped down the stairs. At the bottom he saw Steve’s life less body sprawled across his desk, a bloody hole where his temple should be. The glass in the door of Chief Barnard's office was smashed and Shaun knew he would find the Chief dead in there. Cutters words echoed in his mind-”They are coming and we are all going to be dead.”-Shaun had no idea who these people were or who Cutter was but he was going to find out. Now he was pissed and some one had to pay. He knew where to go next-the cells.

Quietly he sneaked through the door into the booking room where he found the body of Sergeant Dodds. Shaun crossed to the door to the cells and slowly opened it. Two men could be seen standing in front of cell eight, both held silenced Sig's. They had not noticed him. Shaun raised his gun and fired twice, both men dropped with out a sound. He ran to the cell door, Cutter is knelt on the cell floor, his hands on his head.
“Cutter, it’s me Officer Kane!”
Eric looked up at him, “I told you they would come.”
“I know my friend, look this place is not safe,” he heard a sound behind him and he whirled raising his gun. Tracie the dispatch girl was standing in the door way, a hand over her mouth.
“I only went to the toilet, Oh my god!” she said looking at the bodys on the floor.
Shaun went over and held her as she began to shake. Feeling her legs go he helped her over to the bench in front of the booking desk.
“It was not a call from the FBI earlier, these guys had a hard on for Cutter in a big way,”he said, “This was a sweep and clean op, who ever they are they did not want any one to know Cutter was here.” He went back to Cutters cell and unlocked the door.
“Come on we got to leave here and find some where safe,” Shaun said,”Then me and you are gonna sit down and you will tell me everything, Capice.”
Eric nodded and followed Shaun out to the booking room.
“Tracie, get on the radio and contact east Hampton, tell them wha…” Eric cut him off.
“No, they will listen in to the airwaves and we will be dead on the road or another station will be attacked,” Eric said, ”You have to believe me, they are beyond the Government, a deep black program.” Erics eyes pleaded with him.

Shaun turned to Tracie,”Can you use a gun?”
“Yes. I may work on dispatch but I had to be fire arm trained to get the job.”
He retrieved one of the Sigs and tossed it to her.
“Okay this is the plan,”Shaun said,”I will go check out side see if any one is waiting for these jokers, then we hit the road after locking up here.” He looked at Eric and his orange jumpsuit-”Tracie see if you can find Mr Cutter some cloths so he don’t stand out.”
She nodded and went off to find suitable clothes. Shaun led Eric to the outer office. It was a collection of desks partitioned off by an l-shaped counter which separated the office from the reception area. A huge glass window ran the entire length of the reception and ended at the wall which was part of the Chiefs office. Shaun made Eric sit at one of the desks facing reception but out of sight of outside. He made his way through the glass door into reception and looked out the window. A large car park fronted the Precinct building which also served the Chase Bank and the Bridgehampton national bank as well as the Marine Arts and Grill restaurant, alongside Shaun's police cruiser and the Chiefs car there was only a hand full of other cars parked, none of them occupied.
Hiding the Sig behind his right leg Shaun stepped outside, the fog had drifted into town now and he could not see farther than the car park. No sounds could be heard except for his own breathing, it was very eerie. The air smelled of ozone, hairs on the back of his neck stood up and a irrational fear welled up from deep inside him. It consumed his thoughts and dragged him down till it was his everything. Shaun blacked out.
CHAPTER 3

BASE 1 MONARCH CONTROL
General Luther Mandrake was not a happy man, the fact that one of the subjects had escaped, was one of the reasons, this subject had also achieved realization, not good, not good at all. The other reason, the snatch team had failed to take control of the situation even with the activation of the mind manipulation beam and camouflage fog.
“Am I surrounded by incompetents!” he threw his coffee cup at the wall of his office. Jim Salazar flinched and wished he was anywhere else but here, Mandrakes temper was legendary, he was a large man and still well muscled for his fifty years, his black hair was streaked with only a peppering of silver and his piercing blue eyes seemed like they could see through walls.
“We are managing the situation sir,” he said.
“Managing, managing, what the fuck does that mean.” He slumped down into the leather chair behind him.
“I’ve put it out on the wire that Cutter and Kane are responsible for what happened at the precinct house and they are to be contained till we arrive on scene,” Salazar said,”All surveillance apparatus are at our call, it will not be long till we have them sir.”
Mandrake took a deep breath and tried to calm down, he needed his mind focused to deal with this situation.
"What about his implants?" he asked stepping out from behind his oversize oak desk.
"They fried at his last electro shock phase," Salazar said, taking a step back,"He was on his way to having them replaced when he escaped."
He perched on the edge of the desk and spoke more calmly.
"OK, do we know how he achieved realization?"
"Yes sir, he was involved in a RTA where he received a bang on the head,"Jim said,"The knock seems to have allowed some or all of his memories to surface."
Mandrake nodded his head, chewing on a finger nail.
"Get everything on it Jimmy, I want this locked down as quickly as possible, we are fucked in the ass if what he knows goes public."
Sunset Lake New Jersey
His awareness came back slowly, sounds trickled into his consciousness along with the smell of coffee. Shaun felt the softness of whatever he was laying on and a small breeze touched his face. He opened his eyes and closed them against the bright light that filtered through to his brain. He sensed someone nearby, and opened his eyes more slowly this time, to see Eric Cutter standing over him with a cup of coffee.
"Welcome back," Cutter said. Shaun sat up and took the proffered cup.He felt groggy and confused and his mouth felt as if a rat had slept in it.
"What happened, where are we?"
Eric sat on the sofa next to him, drinking his own coffee.
"They ramped up the manipulation beam, your mind could not handle it so you passed out."
Shaun rubbed his eyes and leaned back.
"I got us out of there, because of what they did to me I know how to block out the beams effects."
"Cutter I have no idea what you are talking about, sounds like something out of the X-Files." He stood up and crossed to the window, pulled back the curtain and looked outside. The sun was reflected of the lake, flashing back in all it's majestic glory. A few people could be seen sat or walking round the lake enjoying the suns heat. He turned back to Cutter.
"Where's Tracie?"
"She's still asleep upstairs," Eric said, "We already made the news, it's been reported you and I are wanted for the slaughter at the precinct house and possible kidnap of Tracie."
Shaun's mind was in a whirl, who ever was behind this was powerful and connected. He needed to know more but was not sure he could trust Cutter, for now though he had no choice. Tracie came in to the living room looking tired with dark patches under her eyes.
"I feel like I been on a hell of a bender, my heads gonna explode."
"It'll pass," Cutter told her then filled her in on what had happened including the news of the warrant out for his and Shauns arrest. She sat down ashen faced.
Cutter went off to make her a coffee and she turned to Shane.
"Hell Shane what we gonna do?" Shane shook his head and finished off the coffee in his cup.
"At the moment I have no idea, I need to know what Cutter Knows and at the moment I don't know if I can trust him."
"Shane, he saved us when he could of run, surely that counts for something." He agreed she had a point, but his policeman's mind could not help but be suspicious.
Cutter returned and gave the cup of coffee to Tracie who thanked him.
Shane's mind seemed clearer now he had finished his drink, he put his cup on the table next to the sofa and sat down, Cutter sat in the easy chair across from them both.
"Okay, before we decide on a plan of action, I need to know everything you know."

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