Apollo's Lair

Eddie Isley

Description

There have always been suspicions of an Illuminati, or other secretive groups that control the world. Now that proof has been uncovered of a ruling class operating in the shadows, can they be stopped before the free world plunges into chaos?
Apollo’s Lair is the first in a four part series that mixes fact, supposition, and fiction to craft a wonderfully complex tale. Could there be a group operating behind a veil of secrecy controlling all governments and making the political class little more than puppets on a string? Apollo’s Lair takes a peek behind that veil when Brooks Logan stumbles onto the ultimate conspiracy with one goal; to rule the world. Can he and his associates bring the world back from the edge of the abyss before freedom and democracy are destroyed?

Sujets

• Fiction
• Suspense
• Thrillers

Informations

• Publié par: LifeRich Publishing
• Date de parution: 04 octobre 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781489743589
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 2 Mo

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APOLLO’S LAIR
 
 
 
 
 
 
EDDIE ISLEY
 
 
 
 

 
Copyright © 2022 Eddie Isley.
 
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ISBN: 978-1-4897-4357-2 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-4897-4358-9 (e)
 
Library of Congress Control Number: 2022915652
 
 
 
LifeRich Publishing rev. date:  09/19/2022
CONTENTS
Prologue
 
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
 
Epilogue
PROLOGUE
Sparrows Point, Maryland
F rom the outside, the rusted and dilapidated old warehouse seemed to be deserted. It was located about two hundred yards away from the waterfront and was surrounded by other rundown buildings in similar disrepair. There was one small patch of scrub brush and stunted pines that had overtaken the parking lot where there once had been some sort of structure now long gone. Over time, that building had been demolished and nothing had been built to take its place.
Only one street light worked in the rundown parking lot and did little to illuminate the ramshackle old building. At 3am, everything was very quiet, or so it seemed from the outside. The moon was in its new phase, and the cloud cover of late winter made everything damp and cold.
The windows on the second floor of the building in question had been painted black on the inside to mask the activity going on around the clock. There were never any cars in the parking lot, but there were seven men who rotated in and out of the warehouse regularly, and there were never less than two in the building at any given time. Even at this late hour, that schedule had not changed.
In the shadows, a man was now in his seventh straight night of watching the warehouse and he had decided that tonight was going to be his last. Looking through the old fence was starting to wear thin on his nerves. Wearing all black, he had blended into the shadows each night taking photographs of the occupants as they came and went. All the information he and his team had gathered, had been passed on to his employers, but no course of action had yet to be discussed.
The grease paint on his face was beginning to run with the dampness of the night. One of his company’s drones outfitted with infra-red capability had been on station for the last three nights flying lazy circles around the warehouse. Three human lifeforms could be seen in the building by the infra-red cameras and other than a few small rats, the rest of the building was un-occupied.
There was a small earpiece in his left ear, and he was wearing a throat mic. The man in the shadows didn’t possess the only eyes on tonight’s activities; there was a two-man team located farther back in a ditch alongside the road. Two blocks away a third team occupied a van to monitor the situation, and if needed, would provide support or extraction.
He had decided tonight was going to be the end of this operation. If the people he reported to didn’t want to make a decision, it was usually due to the fact they wanted him and his team to do so. That way if the shit hit the fan, they would have plausible deniability. Uncle Sam at its finest.
“Blue Devil to all team members. Listen up. I’m going to flush the toilet in twenty minutes on my mark. Mark,” and with that, the countdown was on. There were three assholes in the warehouse making bombs, and they would soon be on their way to meet their maker. The other four were staged at two different locations resting, and he had two teams assigned to remove them. None of these seven were in the U.S. legally and none would live longer than the next twenty minutes.
“Blue Devil, all teams are a go. Vanderbilt and Gunslinger have been advised. Everything will go down in nineteen minutes. From our vantage point, everything is quiet.”
“Thanks Jay Hawk. I’m going under the fence now.”
The man called Blue Devil quickly went under the fence from the wooded area at the edge of the parking lot. He moved quickly and more importantly, quietly, as he covered the seventy feet to the door of the warehouse in just a few seconds. He had barely reached the door, when two men waiting in the ditch, silently appeared at his side.
Once everyone made eye contact, he pulled out a pick and in a few seconds the lock was quietly defeated. From a week of surveillance, he knew there were no trip wires at the door. The seven stooges had been seen coming and going for the past week and it was determined that there didn’t seem to be alarms. Just the same, he knew anything could await them on the other side of the door. He slipped in quietly with the others on his heels and the last man in silently closed the door behind them.
A stairway to the second floor was ahead and to his right. It was constructed of metal stairs, giving him a better chance of slipping up them with less noise than if they were made of old wood. He moved as far to the left as possible on the stairs to keep the Sig with its suppressor in his right hand free and started up. It had been agreed upon that he would reach the second floor in the lead and provide cover for the other two. As he approached the top he could see a small amount of light escaping under a door to his left. Once he arrived on the landing he moved to his right and covered the door. In seconds, all three men were outside the door that stood between them and the three men inside..
Blue Devil tapped his throat mic three times and at once Jay Hawk spoke over their mics. “Targets are spread out across the room. We think the room is approximately thirty feet wide and eighteen feet deep. None of the targets are ever detected in the middle of the room, so we think there is a large table or workbench located there. We will let you know when your targets are in between the table and door to give you a better shooting lane.”
He tapped his mic twice to let Jay Hawk know he had understood. Now the team waited. It could be now, or it could be later, but it would happen either way in the next sixteen minutes. The radicals inside making bombs were from Yemen and they had set up shop in the U. S. two weeks ago. The Feds knew about their operation but closing it down would mean deportation and these assholes would just set up shop again somewhere else.
The political climate in the U.S. was finally changing after years of trying to play nice had yielded little in the way of tangible results. Thus, the three men on the landing and their company had been called in. After positive identification had been made on each of the seven, their presence in America was not going to be tolerated. Five of the seven had been with Isis in Iraq and were lucky to have escaped with their lives. The other two had been responsible for car bombings in both Turkey and Syria that the authorities could tie them to, but all of them were going to run out of luck shortly.
Blue Devil checked his watch. It had been nine minutes from when the countdown started. The adrenaline he was feeling was going to cause one hell of a headache if they didn’t get started soon. Plus, the longer they waited the more difficult it was to keep one’s edge and focus.
“Now Blue Devil, now. All three are ten feet in front of the door,” came the call from Jay Hawk and it was delivered with a sense of detachment. No alarm or panic, just business as usual.
Rumrunner was ready to kick in the door. It was an old office door made of paneling, and it was hoped there were no tripwires or bombs ready to go off. Because of that, the strike had to be precise and very quick.
With a nod, the door was kicked in on the first try. After kicking the door in and ducking, Rumrunner rolled to his right to cover the area behind the door. There was really no need as the three targets were shocked at the door exploding open. That shock caused a second’s hesitation, and as they reached for their weapons the first Tango was shot in the jaw taking most of his face away. The Tango in the middle took two rounds in the throat, and the third Tango was shot in the back of the head at almost the same time the second one died.
“Clear”! With weapons at the ready, the three men investigated the room before entering. There were no booby traps that could be seen. From the door, the team could not see a computer, so there was little reason to go very far inside the room. Blue Devil entered