Book of Hidden Truths

As time passes, the shades of the shadow, begin to loom over the people we care for most. We see truths, hidden in the most awkward of places. And our present, is marked for death, by the past of one, innocent person.....

General Qubert S. Patran, sat on his desk in the inner most depths of the Pentagon. He was surrounded by those loyal to his cause, members of the Goon Squad, who were going off-the-radar to deal with these renegade vigilantes calling themselves heroes for some strange reasons. Had they saved the earth from being destroyed? It was most likely, they were just out-of-control people with egoistic ideals that led them to hurt people for their own reasons. When these people started including the innocent, as a member of congress and a military officer of the highest rank, General Patran decided to do something about, as the government was blinded by political movements and other social propaganda. Now, he had backing by the president to do whatever was in his disposal to rid themselves of this new threat. He didn't want to be known as a man who didn't know how to follow orders, so he had accepted the case. In fact, he'd almost petitioned for the orders were they not shoved into his office after some consideration by the Pentagon.

Now, he sat in this same office in front of a desk full of paperwork. Six men surrounded him on this long desk, sitting three to each side, Lieutenants of separate branches of the military, although the public was unaware of the governments six militaries. Coast guard and Navy were one and the same. Marines and Army were different people. That left the Air force boss, a man with a serine smile and a big gut. People who flew air planes tended to have an interesting treatment. The other two were not CIA and FBI, although they were on speaker phone, always cryptic when it came to such things. On the other side of the desk sat a man known as Kernel Frank Dempson. He was supposed to oversee the treatment of those already held in custody with suspicious powers. They knew how to contain a few of them already. The other two men on the table were members of two distinct secret armies known as the Bombers and the Atlases, men with powers working for the government. The other Lieutenants treated them with some frowns and often looked edgy around them. These men wore nothing but black, even their shades gave off a cool demeanor that made them unreadable.

"Men," General Qubert said, suddenly, in order to wake them, "We have come across a solution to these so-called heroes."

There was some laughter from the men. The men with powers said nothing. They held these constant frowns.

"However," General Qubert continued, now looking serious, "A job like this can not be left undone. Most of these wonders of science, have been taken into custody, now locked up in our secret facility. In some cases, taken to different lock-ups. France, Spain, South America, Africa, prisons held by our embassy's for the consistency of democracy and peace within our country. This isn't just about national security gentlemen, it's about what makes this country a great and a peaceful place to live in. Now, with that said, we have encountered a menace, a nutcase, in the middle of the country, Kentucky to be exact. He was being held in the custody of a mental institution, been there for years, without knowledge of how to read, dumb as a nut. Two weeks ago, he suddenly started talking, asking for a book of "hidden truths". Most religious folk decided to experiment on the boy, gave him a Bible, obviously what the boy wanted. Nope. He gave the book a glance but handed it back gently to the clerk. Didn't even throw a fit like a normal nutcase. Just recently, the U.S. Navy uncovered a treasure chest from the depths of the atlantic, said to be the lost treasure of the Nina, as she traveled back to Spain with Aztec riches and ended up sunken in some strange storm that came from the East. Nice carving on that box of pure gold that we found in the treasure casket but no gold, just that box. Inside it was a book, with nothing written on it. It was too ancient to be a thing of the past, so one must guess that the gold was found by one of these lunatics with powers out there and he left that blank book to make fun of us. The U.S. government and Spain want their gold, of course, but more than that, they want the criminals who stole it. The book, well, we gave it to the kid. He got happy, when we thrust it into his hands, gave us a wide smile. Problem is, recently the boy escaped, book and all. Now, the fun begins to find the kid and his book and by finding him, maybe we find our gold, too."

"You thought that by giving the kid the book, he'd lead us to the thieves?" Kernel Dumpson said, "An interesting move, general, considering what these men with powers have accomplished before."

"Satellites are tracking the boy now. They say he's still roaming the streets of Kentucky. If he does anything suspicious, we'll know about it in seconds, Kernel."

"I have to go back and babysit some of these idiots myself," the Kernel said, "Keep me informed on the plan. And bring that blank book back into the hands of a U.S. official, please. Anything found by the military is considered to be our property and was therefore not yours to give away."

"It's just a ruse," the general said, "I don't intend our book or any property of ours to go away with these dogs."

The men at the table laughed. It had begun.