Day 50 (The DMT Series Book 2) by Erik Hamre Page A

Dr Drecker had understood what Alejandro was attempting to achieve and had immediately given his blessing. Alejandro was going to elevate Cody to a prophet. He was going to create a persona that would live on in eternity.
    The hardest thing had been to convince Cody that he was special, that he in fact was a prophet. Alejandro had had to stage numerous events to fit with his writings. When they had found Cody lying unconscious below a steep cliff, after the CIA had massacred most of Marconi’s men, he had been pretty beaten up. But he hadn’t been paralysed. Unfortunately one of the verses stated that the prophet would never dance again after the day his father was killed. The choice had been easy for Alejandro. He had paid a local veterinarian handsomely to paralyse Cody from the waist down, and then he had taken the vet out the back and shot him twice in the head.
    Alejandro was building a new religion, and Cody was his private little puppet. Alejandro had always envisioned himself becoming something important, but he had never envisioned himself becoming what he was about to become; one of the most powerful people in the world. The eventual unquestionable leader of what many believed would be the leading world religion over the next few decades.
    Alejandro had quickly gained Dr Drecker’s absolute trust, so much so that Dr Drecker had told him the entire story. Told him how Cody wasn’t really a prophet with supernatural abilities, how he was just the result of Dr Drecker’s science experiment, how he was a product of something called DMT.
    Alejandro had immediately understood why the CIA was so insistent on hunting down and destroying Cody. He was a massive threat to world stability. Although the Americans and most other nations had made it almost impossible to acquire psychedelics, there were still ways. And Alejandro had managed to get a chemist to synthesize sufficient amounts for him to become immortal when the time was right. But first he had things to do.
    He had to play the obedient servant a little bit longer. His time would soon come, however, the time when Cody wouldn’t be needed anymore.
    Then Alejandro would be the one in control.
    The one everyone would worship.
     
     
     

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    “So there is no further development, apart from one of the eyelids moving last week?” James Carter asked.
    The doctor nodded. “That’s correct, Mr Carter.”
    “So what’s the prognosis?”
“It’s hard to say, Mr Carter. This is a unique case. By normal measures this patient should have been dead by now. Both the injuries to his head and his upper torso were in themselves lethal. It is a miracle he is still breathing. I can only put it down to an incredible will to live. I’ve treated patients like this before. Patients that should have been dead. Some of them can hang on for decades, but they never wake up, they never regain full consciousness. Maybe he would be better off somewhere else. In a different facility.”
    “I asked for his prognosis, not your opinion.” James Carter replied.
    “I’m just saying the cost of the current treatment will not give any return. For the amount of money we use on this one patient I could make a big difference in a lot of other patients’ lives, patients who actually have a probability of recovering.”
    “The bills are being paid when they are due, aren’t they?”
    “Yes, but that’s my concern. The government foots the bill for this patient, this patient without a name. That means it is taxpayers’ money. My money.”
    “Don’t you worry about that, Doctor. It is imperative that this man stays alive. It is a matter of national security.”
    The doctor nodded reluctantly. “Very well, we will continue his treatment. But as I mentioned: The fact that he moved an eyelid means nothing. This man will never regain consciousness. That’s my professional opinion.”
    “Your professional opinion has been noted,” James Carter replied. He didn’t bother shaking the