Adrenaline now coursing through his body, Samuel saw one of the scientists reaching for the dead guard’s weapon. In one fluid motion, he drew his hunting knife from its sheath and flung it with an accuracy developed from the many years hunting in the Amazon Rain Forest. The Japanese man wearing the lab coat shrieked in pain as the knife found its mark and plunged deep into the man’s left thigh. As the scientist fell to the floor in pain, Samuel rolled to his right to recover his 45-automatic. Springing to his feet, he pointed it at the remaining two scientists, who appeared to be in shock at the bloodshed they had just witnessed.
Samuel made his way over to Yashiro, who lay with his back against the wall. He was moaning in pain from the bullet wound in his now bleeding shoulder.
“I’m sorry,” Yashiro sobbed weakly as he nursed his shoulder with his good hand and looked up at Samuel. “I couldn’t shoot…I just couldn't do it.”
“Don't worry, amigo, it’s alright. Are you still able to do your work?” he asked, pointing to the control room’s computers.
“Yes, help me up,” he said as Samuel grabbed him around the waist and hoisted him up to his feet, all the while keeping an eye on the other two scientists. Yashiro, in pain from his wound, walked over to the computer terminals set up at the control room’s semicircular work station. Samuel motioned with his weapon for the other two scientists to come with them.
“You’re too late, Fuiruchirudo,” Osama’s lead scientist, Fuyuki Seijun, hissed defiantly at Yashiro as he painfully pulled the hunting knife from his leg. “We reached optimum output twenty minutes ago. There is no way to stop the eruption and landslide on La Palma now.”
“If I'm right, there may be a way to neutralize it,” Yashiro replied as the lead scientist glared at him skeptically. “If I can reverse the electromagnetic wave patterns to endothermic mode, it might reduce the heat from the magma chamber on La Palma enough to halt the process.”
“That is total madness, Fuiruchirudo,” Seijun yelled in obstinacy as he threw the blood stained knife across the floor. “If you were to do that, you’d cause a reflective shock wave. The field drains below the facility could never manage to dissipate that amount of endothermic feedback. The shock wave would level most of the island.
“We shall see,” Yashiro responded with self-assurance. “Why don’t you stop this madness, and help us put an end to this?”
“I will never help you,” he hissed.
At that point, Samuel decided this had gone on long enough. “You two,” he said, pointing the gun at the scientists. “If you won’t help then I’m going to lock you up.” He motioned them to help Seijun to a closet on the left side of the control room. With the three men now safely in the closet, Samuel braced the door by sliding a large cabinet in front of it.
Seijun pounded his fist on the door from the inside yelling, “He’s going to kill us all, you fool!”
“Well, amigo, at least you’ll have a front row seat.” Samuel walked back over to Yashiro, who was intently going over the data on the computer.
“He’s right about the levels,” he said to Samuel as he stood behind him. “They are at maximum. I hope I can reverse the process in time, if at all.”
“If anyone can do it, you can, amigo-san” Samuel said as he patted him on the back. “Josh and I have faith in you. If we didn’t, we wouldn’t be here now.”
“Thank you, Samuel,” the small Japanese scientist responded as he began typing commands into the system. “I won’t let you down.”
“The way I figure it. If it doesn’t work, we won’t have much time to complain about it to the management, will we?” Samuel said as he turned and started towards the doors. “I’m going to see what trouble my partner is getting himself into. Will you be okay here?” he asked when he reached the door.
“Yes, I’ll be fine,” he replied, “but smash the access card unit on the outside so no one else can enter. Just bang on the door if you need to get in.”
“I’ll take care of it, Yashiro. Good luck my friend, and thanks.” Samuel said, leaving the stalwart Japanese scientist alone with his dangerous task. Samuel shut the doors to the control room and, with a resounding blow from the butt of the 45-automatic, disabled the card access unit.
Samuel knew he needed to check with Turner on the lower level, but before he got a chance, he heard a large number of men descending the stairs at the other end of the corridor in the atrium. He quickly ducked into one of the adjacent rooms that served as sleeping quarters. Once inside, he could hear muffled conversation far down the hall and decided to wait there until it was safe to proceed.
Following Yashiro’s directions, Turner had descended to the bottom of the stairwell and made a left into the short hallway that intersected the main corridor on the lower level. The sound of weapons fire increased in volume as he cautiously peered around the corner, looking first to his left where the supply room was located and then to his right. The corridor was a mirror of the one on the upper level, but with fewer doors along its length. In addition to the sound of the battle outside, he could feel a strong vibration beneath his feet; one similar to the feel of an electrical generating station.
Hearing the sound of men running through the corridor, he slipped back into the dimly-lit stairwell. With his back to the wall, he saw two Yakuza guards run into the supply room to join the battle raging against Captain Saune and his men.
Seeing it was clear, he sprinted away from the supply room and down the corridor in search of the source of the mysterious vibrations. He found his way to the locked double doors at the end of the hallway and peered into the reinforced rectangular windows.
These must be the Zero Point Generators, he thought, staring in amazement at the two huge free-energy generators surrounded by thick panes of polymer glass. One entire unit was approximately thirty feet in diameter and nine feet in height. In the center of each, mounted on insulating plates, were what looked to be rows of four huge magnetic tubes. There were large connecting cables projecting outward from the side along the base to a set of polymer-encased coils at the unit’s apex. On the generator’s outer sides were large capacitor banks with power cables feeding into a panel in the room’s center. Incredible that these devices supply this facility with free energy, he thought in amazement, while looking quickly over his shoulder to make sure it was still clear. In the hands of people of integrity, this device could solve the world’s energy dependency as well as clean our environment.
Turner forced himself to stop wasting time, turned and ran up the corridor where he stopped at a large door on his right. On the door was displayed a red sign in Japanese, which looked to him like a warning placard. Turning the handle, he found it unlocked, and, quickly slipped inside the large room, quietly shutting the door behind him.
The room was fifteen feet deep and thirty feet in length, but it was what he saw that sent shivers down his spine.
So, this is Osama’s Scalar weapon, he thought, looking at the two menacing nine foot diameter parabolic dishes located at the center of the room. It’s the source of the two EM waves bombarding the magma core deep beneath La Palma.