The Society of Schemers

By Carl Johnson

UNRAVELLING THE MYSTERY...
THE SOCIETY EXPOSED

The mysterious organization, the prime mover behind many of the world's events, has been revealed as the Society for Social Advancement.

With time running out, Kenneth, Savannah and Unquill seek to discover the Society's true motives in the 73rd century. To do so, Unquill must come face to face with his own tragic past. Meanwhile, the mysterious man named Hinjo Junta, the man future history says will destroy the whole of humanity, makes his first appearance.

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One by one, the people in the dusty, antiquated room stood up and clapped. The young man felt himself blushing. Once the clapping died down, Hinjo asked, “Sorry, what is it you all expect me to do?”

The man who had introduced himself as Halba grinned from ear to ear. An irrepressible happiness overcame him. He exclaimed, “Why, that's simple! All you have to do is speak with two young children and a middle-aged man, who is their guardian. They are on their way here. Just wait, and they should arrive in time.”

The young man asked, “What's so special about these three people?”

Tsumetai placed a hand on his shoulder. Once again, her touch felt cold to his skin. He brushed off her hand before she said, “The man is not very special. He's rather ordinary, in fact. The two children, however, they are far more special than they themselves realize. I doubt if they yet understand what may happen on the fourteenth day.”

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Sandra Ross
• Release date: Oct 17, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310393518

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The Society Of Schemers

By Carl Johnson

Published by Publications Circulations LLC.

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, companies and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and beyond the intent of either the author or the publisher.

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Day Ten

Chapter One

Kenneth said, I think I want to know what's going on.

He sat upon a comfortable wooden chair painted purple. Upon his lap sat a small white dog with curly hair that wouldn't straighten, even when Kenneth passed his hand over the dog's body. He scratched the dog's head with his index and middle fingers, careful to avoid the red lump on the dog's head that appeared as a result of an insect bite. The dog looked up at Kenneth, its pink tongue hanging out of its mouth between two sharp fangs. It had brown eyes and a red collar around its neck.

Sunlight streamed in through several glass windows behind Kenneth. He felt the heat of the sun upon his back. Outside, the leaves of many trees rustled in the breeze. A wasp with thin, transparent wings and a long pointed tail crawled up the side of one window.

Next to Kenneth, sitting in a large red bean bag, Savannah pushed her shoes off with her feet. She had not enjoyed the turmoil of the submarine battle, nor the waiting that had followed afterwards. She had asked the transport authority at Faro if it could be arranged for her to travel in an overland vehicle. She had given up that line of inquiry upon learning that an additional twelve hours would have been added to her travel time. Kenneth found himself watching her poking at the device implanted in her hip, just beneath the skin. Time had become a factor that neither she nor Kenneth could no longer ignore.

They had come by plane to Berlin, then by car to a town called Odenstadt, then by horse and wagon to a mansion in the German countryside. Kenneth had not known who owned the mansion until he stepped up to the front door and saw the word Syncrate engraved upon a gold plate to the right side of the door. The mansion itself proved to be so large that Kenneth didn't know how he had not seen it from the town. It stood on top of a hill where it rose up into the sky like a white mountain. The mansion cast so much shade in every direction upon the surrounding property that weeds sprouted up amidst yellow and brown grass.

Though the mansion did appear to cost several large fortunes, no one had bothered to build a road going to and from the property. Dirt trails surrounded the mansion, one of which Kenneth had traveled. As he approached, he saw the reason for this. A large black helicopter, one designed for military rather than for civilian use, took off from the mansion's roof. A medium-sized plane, one which must have been able to take off without the assistance of a runway, sat in the mansion's backyard. No one who lived or visited the mansion needed cars, for they all traveled by air.

Kenneth had felt somewhat embarrassed to be arriving by a conveyance that required no blue energy source to travel. The horse had been a massive beast that in days past would have proved to be a challenge for even the hardiest of armored crusading knights. Unquill had to lift him off the wagon and place him upon the ground. More so than at any other point during his stay in the 73rd century, the wagon ride made Kenneth feel like a dwarf who did not belong.

The interior of the mansion proved far more opulent than the exterior. Kenneth had never seen so much gold and silver concentrated in one place before. He saw life-size golden statues of people who looked like Greek gods and goddesses. Though his mother would have told him not to look at the naked forms before him, he had not found them all that interesting. Paintings in silver frames adorned the walls. They made the paintings at President Slaan's mansion seem ordinary by comparison. Piles of gold bricks lay here and there, placed for what Kenneth assumed to be a temptation for people to steal them. Yet, no one had stolen them. A layer of brown dust settled over the bricks, a sign that they had not moved or touched in quite some time. Though the rest of the mansion had been cleaned until it sparkled, the