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       Mr. Roberts started the investigation because he was curious and concerned about what happened to his employees. He wants to find resolve, help James, and keep good faith in his company. Since the start though it’s only been a stream of more confusion and mystery. He sighed. Perhaps the whole thing was a mystery to begin with, the explosion, the vanishings of multiple people, the story of eyes in the dark. And whatever caused it would take a while to decipher. But it’s the most bizarre and deadly mysteries that frustrate when the truth is held back. What is the truth? Maybe it’s something supernatural and they’re only trying to find an alibi to cover the whole disaster. Dr. O’Connell did admit the convention wasn’t even about the incident (but was, but it’s too complicated, but don’t worry…). All this paranoia wasn’t helping at all either.      To his surprise it did come. After two long days the members of the convention prepared a press con...

     Mr. Roberts waited outside the conference room. To say he was patient however would be inaccurate. For three days those scientists had been discussing formulas and theories all based on these “phenomenal detections” that had been recorded. They had boasted how amazing a find it was, how spectacular! But the whole time they refused to tell anyone but vague answers even though he was the one investigating.      “What do they mean? Do the readings have to do with the monster?”      “No. They don’t have anything to do with the monster or what happened. We didn’t know at all what they meant at first, but it really is a phenomenal find. Something we had no clue about and may explain the incident. But don’t worry about it. It doesn’t concern you or what happened.”      “You aren’t making any sense!” The speaking from both sides irked him. It was unexplainable why anything related (or not related) should be so secretive.  ...

No one moved. They only stared at the dark grey metal doors and then—cautiously they began to open. Pulling down a lever, the head sheild attendant turned on the hover-craft. A soft humming noise mingled in with the whirr of the opening door. The moment there was enough clearance, the sheild generator shot out a hot pink beam that bent outward in a wide energy sheild. With a shout, the captain then ordered for the hover-craft which was carrying the sheild generator to proceed forward. As they did so, the shield kept bending towards the helicopter netting everyone in a protective cover. Half a dozen men carefully manipulated various lift and steering controls in a strategic balancing act to navigate the hover craft over the ashen logs to the edge of the damage. All this happened while a couple of those men laid a watchful eye on various graphs tracking surrounding waves that would affect the shield. “Okay! Let’s move it!” the Brazilian captain shouted in Portuguese. ...

Mr. Robert could barely control himself. He had just finished a meeting with James Jordan who mentioned something mysterious and unnatural. Something that he only briefly witnessed flash into the shadows, but that something was what caused the catastrophic incident. Now at the moment, Mr. Robert was on the phone with an acquaintance that that happened to be a lead biologist that worked with G.U.L.E.A. from time to time.  “What’s going on?” Dr. Mitchell A. O’Connell asked. “Alright, so you’ve probably heard on the news about the incident G.U.L.E.A. had, right?” Mr. Robert began. “Yeah, I saw that report. They said no one’s sure what caused it. Do you know?” Mitchell inquired, expecting this to be the purpose of the phone call. “No, but I just finished speaking with one of the survivors, and the things he described intrigued me. I thought you might be able to help.” “Continue then.” “He said he woke up the night it happened and saw something dark flash past...

James mostly lay back in his seat silently watching the landscape pass by outside. Other cars, people walking down the street, trees, buildings, a fountain, some rental bikes, a wine tasting joint, everything in a typical city progressing in a seemingly typical day. James tried his best to absorb the normal groove of time hoping it would soothe his rushed life. His peace lasted until up ahead came the famed G.U.L.E.A. headquarters into view. The golden-glass windows rising up for several stories lined on the sides with solid black stone for the corner edges seemed like the fire that sparked James back into a serious disposition. Beyond the fiery taste, the top sank downwards directing room for the center where a gigantic 120 foot glass sphere—this time silver—stood surrounded by trees and flowers of all kinds growing along the downward slope.  A moment later he was standing on the curb, Uber driving away, ready to go in for whatever crazy post-disaster meetings was awaiting him...

Hey, everyone! Wow! A whole month has gone by, and I am soon sorry I haven't made another post yet! That's right, there's definitely way  more to come, and this story ain't ending just yet (from where we left off last that would be horrrible! ). We still have yet to reveal the meaning behind our stunningly enigmatic name which is soon to come in another post or two. So...let's get rolling!                                                                       *                      *                      * “Hello! James! Can you hear me!” Reluctantly, James opened his eyes. Only a groan escaped his lips. A headache was coming on, and his exhaustion was still looming around.  ...