PROLOGUE

“Go on! Get!” Old Mae waved her arms and the bull bellowed his objections but turned aside and began moving. She cursed at the sight of the churned soil and damaged crops he left behind. Oh! She would take a switch to whoever had left his pen open this time.

“Get! You smelly - “, the old woman’s hearing had gone long ago but she could imagine the bull arguing with her. His eyes rolled, his horned head bobbed and the muzzle kept moving.

“Yeah, yeah, because I care w. . .

Desmond Harriet took his place in 3rd Company’s front rank and pulled a sleeve across his sweat-soaked face. Not to be outdone, it seemed, the August sun was bearing down on Brooklyn with as much vigor as the British Army. Now, Continental forces deployed to meet this invasion of Long Island in the first major conflict after the signing of the Declaration of Independence.

With the new Army’s organization, the Rhode Island Regiment became the 9th Continental Regiment. It was assigned to . . .

Desmond Harriet took his place in 3rd Company’s front rank and pulled a sleeve across his sweat-soaked face. Not to be outdone, it seemed, the August sun was bearing down on Brooklyn with as much vigor as the British Army. Now, Continental forces deployed to meet this invasion of Long Island in the first major conflict after the signing of the Declaration of Independence.

With the new Army’s organization, the Rhode Island Regiment became the 9th Continental Regiment. It was assigned to . . .

"It's almost time!" yelled a little girl on the other side of the cube.

John started to blink his eyes open. He did not want to get up. This was the most comfortable he had been in years. He lay cuddling with his wife Sunita in their corner of the cube on the sleeping mat that they had received from SINDI three days ago. He groaned at the thought of getting up from the soft pad that seemed to hold him down to the ground. After years of sleeping on the flat floor the soft mat made him f. . .

Hailey stood alone in the middle of the street with the noon day sun shining down on her. She was in downtown Boston in the middle of a weekday, yet there was not a soul in sight. Nothing moved, nothing made a sound.

She recognized the vision for what it was; she had them often. Her mother had been involved in a covert genetics program that had gifted her, and her three daughters, with psychic abilities. Hailey’s strongest gift was her precognition – the ability to see po. . .

Chapter One: Morning rituals at Monkey house

I woke up earlier than usual--it was 9 am. The sun already shined through my little room in the Monkey house. I thought what an irony, in the State of New York, on Long Island, in Brookville village, where the real-estates are among the most expensive ones in the world, for the past three months I’ve been waking up in the biggest fucking dump. Horrendous! The Monkey house, or rather a little stinking building with nine rooms about fifty two s. . .