There is a secret history to the World and it is known to only a few. Beyond the history books and behind the headlines, there are mysteries that can never be revealed, unbelievable stories that can never know the light of day. Only a small group of brave, dedicated men and women dare know these things. Only a few can know the unknowable. They are the protectors, the soldiers who hold back the onslaught of Darkness. For centuries, they have worked in the shadows, keeping the enemies of civilization at bay.
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Double Dragon Publishing
May 01, 2004
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Excerpt from The Demogorgon Agenda by Joseph Armstead
Chapter One: The Hunt Club
Money, power, lust and blood... these were the elements that shaped the world. The tall man with the bleak face thought darkly of these things and of his destiny. Standing on the topmost deck of the hovercraft-ferry crossing the English Channel, the tall blond man's thoughts turned to his meeting some three hours past at a fashionable men's club on Park Street, off Sloane Square, in London. That meeting had been tense and unpredictable, though necessarily restrained, and it had been very secretive.
No one could talk about this. No one could ever be caught referring to anything that occurred in that meeting. No one could ever acknowledge that they had attended the meeting. To do otherwise, to advertise in any way that the events put into motion through negotiations and planning at that meeting, would be to invite a very painful and violent demise.
And that was exactly why he had immediately afterward gone to his closest friend and confidante with spy camera snapshots of the attendees to the meeting and taped transcripts of what they had discussed there, delivered for safekeeping. Then he had anonymously called his superiors at the Kremlin and tipped them off that it had occurred, including vague and paraphrased references as to who had said what to whom and when. Then he'd set about covering his own tracks.
The blond man with the hard face was a ranking Russian GRU Colonel, hardly the type of individual who'd be meeting with a Belgian investment banker, an Italian Parliament member, a British industrialist, a Korean narcotics czar, and two former Japanese Red Army terrorists -- now international security specialists. Each of the men at that meeting had files several inches thick at KGB headquarters at Dzerzhinsky Square, in Moscow, and the soulless gray gangsters there had once had these men under constant surveillance. They'd been classified, of course, as Enemies of the State by the KGB but, as usual these days, the senior-most Russian spy apparatus kept an extremely low profile in dealing with European profiteers who funneled vast amounts of illegally-obtained money into the crumbling, now-democratized, remains of the former Soviet Union. And since the antagonism between the GRU and the KGB was no great secret, the more-militaristic service housed in 10 Knamensky Street could not afford its high-ranking specialists to be seen meeting secretly with known criminals outside the borders of Russian governmental influence.
Frankly, if the GRU Colonel had been seen, he would have been immediately "quarantined" and kidnapped and then taken to a diplomatically-immune safe-house where he would have been debriefed and disciplined before being shipped unceremoniously back to Moscow. Once in Moscow, his troubles would truly begin.