in the early 1900s; the Zero Point field theory. Energy from the vacuum of space and time that is going to change the course of history, and we will have complete control of it,” Pencor exclaimed with excitement in his voice. “The world will see us as the saviors of mankind with the result being a clean environment and an unlimited source of energy. The theory can even be applied to vehicles in the near future and we will be in control of it all.”
“For a price, of course,” Osama added.
“Of course, Yagato,” he replied with a grin. “My planned assault on an unsuspecting United States will no doubt result in its economic and infrastructural collapse, the likes the world has never seen. Confusion and chaos will reign supreme. Then, after a short period, we will roll out our ZPGs for global distribution. The oil cartels of the world will ultimately collapse. Fossil fuels, as we know them, will eventually go the way of the dinosaur,” Pencor said, chuckling at the irony as he opened his briefcase. “The Middle East sheiks and South American despots can all choke on their oil. Before too long, they won’t be able to give it away. Take a look, Yagato,” he said proudly as he slid the briefcase to face him. “Inside you will find all my final design plans and patents, which will be revealed to the world after our little surprise has been implemented on the U.S. They will never suspect the connection, and we will be long gone from the Canaries soon after the weapon has successfully achieved its goal. Until then, Yagato, I want you to safeguard my documents. You have the manpower for it.”
“It will be my pleasure, Robert. What about the money?” Osama asked politely as he noted at the stacks of money in the briefcase.
“It’s all here, as promised; ten million dollars American currency, plus a contractual 30 percent of all future profits from the ZPGs as they come on-line worldwide. I’ve waited years for this moment, and can now see success within my grasp. I will not allow anything to interfere with our plans. Speaking of which, I have heard the report of a group of archaeologists beginning work near our facility on Tenerife.”
“Yes, Robert. We are aware of their project, and I have made my displeasure known to the fool who approved their permits to excavate the site. They are very close to our facility; too close for my liking. When the news of their discovery leaked, the media was everywhere and asking for access to our plant for interviews. They even want camera access over-looking the site they are working on,” Osama said.
“We cannot afford prying eyes this close to the success of our plans, Yagato. I trust you will rectify the matter at once,” Pencor said, his voice rising in anger.
“I am leaving for Tenerife tomorrow to handle the situation myself, Robert. The island official’s assistant who approved the project met with an unfortunately fatal car accident this morning. It was taken care of by my security head at the facility. He knows I do not tolerate failure and took care of the matter personally. I am also concerned that we may have a few scientists at our facility who are having second thoughts about following through with the plan. I will deal with them and the archeology team, who will sadly meet with an unfortunate, fatal mishap,” Osama said flatly.
“Very well then. I’ll be arriving at your facility in a few days for the final phase and pick up my patents, but first I must finish inspecting the plant in Morocco. I want no loose ends, Yagato. Do you understand? I also want no suspicions aroused when the archaeologists are eliminated. It must look like an accident.”
“Accidents happen all the time, my dear friend,” Osama replied as the powerful Oyabun bowed politely and began to laugh.
4
Bishamon Facility, Tenerife
T wo days later, a nervous Yashiro Fuiruchirudo sat at his computer terminal staring at the screen in front of him. His
“For a price, of course,” Osama added.
“Of course, Yagato,” he replied with a grin. “My planned assault on an unsuspecting United States will no doubt result in its economic and infrastructural collapse, the likes the world has never seen. Confusion and chaos will reign supreme. Then, after a short period, we will roll out our ZPGs for global distribution. The oil cartels of the world will ultimately collapse. Fossil fuels, as we know them, will eventually go the way of the dinosaur,” Pencor said, chuckling at the irony as he opened his briefcase. “The Middle East sheiks and South American despots can all choke on their oil. Before too long, they won’t be able to give it away. Take a look, Yagato,” he said proudly as he slid the briefcase to face him. “Inside you will find all my final design plans and patents, which will be revealed to the world after our little surprise has been implemented on the U.S. They will never suspect the connection, and we will be long gone from the Canaries soon after the weapon has successfully achieved its goal. Until then, Yagato, I want you to safeguard my documents. You have the manpower for it.”
“It will be my pleasure, Robert. What about the money?” Osama asked politely as he noted at the stacks of money in the briefcase.
“It’s all here, as promised; ten million dollars American currency, plus a contractual 30 percent of all future profits from the ZPGs as they come on-line worldwide. I’ve waited years for this moment, and can now see success within my grasp. I will not allow anything to interfere with our plans. Speaking of which, I have heard the report of a group of archaeologists beginning work near our facility on Tenerife.”
“Yes, Robert. We are aware of their project, and I have made my displeasure known to the fool who approved their permits to excavate the site. They are very close to our facility; too close for my liking. When the news of their discovery leaked, the media was everywhere and asking for access to our plant for interviews. They even want camera access over-looking the site they are working on,” Osama said.
“We cannot afford prying eyes this close to the success of our plans, Yagato. I trust you will rectify the matter at once,” Pencor said, his voice rising in anger.
“I am leaving for Tenerife tomorrow to handle the situation myself, Robert. The island official’s assistant who approved the project met with an unfortunately fatal car accident this morning. It was taken care of by my security head at the facility. He knows I do not tolerate failure and took care of the matter personally. I am also concerned that we may have a few scientists at our facility who are having second thoughts about following through with the plan. I will deal with them and the archeology team, who will sadly meet with an unfortunate, fatal mishap,” Osama said flatly.
“Very well then. I’ll be arriving at your facility in a few days for the final phase and pick up my patents, but first I must finish inspecting the plant in Morocco. I want no loose ends, Yagato. Do you understand? I also want no suspicions aroused when the archaeologists are eliminated. It must look like an accident.”
“Accidents happen all the time, my dear friend,” Osama replied as the powerful Oyabun bowed politely and began to laugh.
4
Bishamon Facility, Tenerife
T wo days later, a nervous Yashiro Fuiruchirudo sat at his computer terminal staring at the screen in front of him. His
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