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<<<<<< DARPA, NAS PLOT

TOP SECRET WEAPONS DIVISIONS & ANTIQUITIES

The Egyptian Ministry of Antiquities wished to greet and engage with Cleopatra at their museum in Cairo. Believing that she is their former queen reincarnated according to foretelling in their ancient religions. Cleopatra represents a walking, talking link to the past. A kind of living exhibit contrasted against their mummies, Jurassic Park fashion. As such, Cleopatra represents all things Egyptian, one of their most important national deities, and a living resource to be admired and studied.

The incumbent President of Egypt, Husani Hassan, took a different view. It occurred to him that the former Pharaoh might stake a claim to the Presidency, having been resurrected. Thus, triggering an election, where other contenders, would find it nigh on impossible to run against, in any effective campaign. And indeed, one such scenario he would not oppose, but rather support, where he very much admired Cleopatra and the ancient ways. President Hassan was thus truly concerned for the safety of the reincarnated deity, imagining a kidnap and ransom situation.

The media and medical scientists all wanted questions answered and to run tests for possible cures. It was a veritable scrum. Then somebody in Interpol leaked the story to the press, who at first did not believe a word of it. But then the BBC Overseas Service got whiff of a Guardian reporter taking the rumors seriously as they'd been following other archaeological digs at Taposiris Magna, and the underwater explorations of Franck Goddio at Thonis-Heracleion, with quite a number of false starts, triggering a Cry Wolf syndrome, where from that point nobody was believed without much persuading.

Jill Bird asked Steve Green and Charley Temple to step in, creating a conflict of interest situation, where Charley felt beholden to John for rescuing her.

"Hello Steve." 

Is it morning already? Hi Jill." It was 7:30 by his bedside clock.

"Wondered if you'd heard about the so-called resurrection of a woman from mummy DNA?"

"Charley has mentioned it, very tight-lipped, and off the record by-the-way."

"Is there any truth in it?"

"As I said, she's not saying much at the moment. It has something to do with her research of drug money laundering and descendants of Second World War Nazi's up the Amazon. All a bit far fetched if you ask me."

"Yes, it is a bit Boys from Brazil, but I'm inclined to side with Charley on this one Steve. Just in case. I hope you don't mind?"

"Not in the slightest. Charley does have a nose. So, how can I ... we, help."

"The Beeb will pick up the tab on this one, if you feed us first."

"Done," said Steve. "I'll float that upriver."

While the media cauldron was bubbling away, other parties were keen to corner the market, comprised of the British Ministry of Defence, the MOD, MI6 and the US Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency (DARPA) biological weapons divisions. They had other ideas. They did not want to share, and were not in the business of observing human rights, claiming that Cleopatra was not a human, but that dark forces had created her in connection with infiltration objectives, to challenge the dominance of their economies. If the Egyptians had known about this, they'd have created a special guard for their former queen.

SIR RODNEY DUNBAR & NICK JOHNSON

General Sir Rodney Dunbar had been in communication with Nick Johnson, the UK's defence minister. Agreeing to let the US take the lead via the CIA. They'd had high value prisoners detained in this way, before Barack Obama began disassembling the torture camp at Guantánamo Bay. Those efforts were undone by President Donald Trump, authorizing permanence of the facility, by way of a policy ping-pong. A high level power struggle.

"Hello Nick, Rodney here."

"Dunbar! What's the latest?"

"That DNA break in thing at the Yard. Now it's coming back to bite us."

"Yes, just a little. But we've got our exit strategy in place," said Sir Rodney. Is it agreed we'll let the CIA take over?"

"Ideal," said Nick Johnson, "agreed But what about their human rights record?"

"Blind eye to the telescope old chap. I see no ships."

"Righto General," replied the defense minister. "DARPA must be keen on this one. Really pushing all the buttons with our DSTL, GCHQ, and bypassing the PM of course."

"Imperative, we don't want Honest Jo, getting wind of this. Nor the King for that matter. Mum's the word." General Sir Rodney Dunbar did not get to his station playing by the rules.

"I have my instructions, General," agreed the corrupted defense minister.

Arguments ran back and forward, fearful that Russian and even Chinese scientists and military would like to get their hands on the technology, for their New World Orders; global financial assaults. There were Covid 19 implications, they almost feared a cure for viruses. And they were right! What if Russia had superhuman replicants, clones or whatever variation of synthetic, enhanced human she was, judging by the Panamanian Running Man. They had to take control and prevent any other super power from getting their hands on the technology, promising super strong soldiers on the battlefield. Though at the moment, they were not even sure how or what that might be. The situation was tense.

Lord knows it was going to be difficult. Not one of their consortium of defense agencies knew much about such developments. Their efforts in this direction had all failed miserably. They'd been advised by their boffins that it was virtually impossible to successfully clone a human from old DNA. How then had this under funded Neo-Nazi organization succeeded. It beggared belief. Their scientists had tried and failed, many times.

The CIA's Jack Mason was ordered to step in, where he was the closest contact Storm might trust. He was ordered to smooth talk the Swann's skipper into allowing them access to his guest. Especially, as Jack knew of the special bond between John and Cleopatra, that he felt and showed - but could not explain. Jack knew about this but had not let on to his chiefs. He planned to exploit John's obvious concerns for the well-being of his guest.

CUBA, GUANTÁNAMO BAY

The helicopter descended over the arid landscape, the sun glinting off the razor wire fences and watchtowers that marked the perimeter of Guantanamo Bay. Cleopatra, disoriented and terrified, was roughly pulled from the aircraft, her wrists bound tightly behind her back. The world had changed drastically since the Battle of Actium. This stark, alien place, with its concrete buildings and uniformed guards, was a far cry from the opulent palaces of Alexandria.

She was led into a sterile, windowless room, the air thick with tension. Men in military uniforms surrounded her, their faces grim and unreadable. An interpreter stood beside them, his eyes flickering with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.

“Where are you from?” a gruff voice demanded.

Cleopatra, still reeling from the shock of her capture, remained silent. She knew better than to reveal anything about her true origins. These people, whoever they were, were clearly dangerous.

“How is it possible that you… resemble… the historical Cleopatra?” the voice continued. “The Queen of Egypt?”

Cleopatra met their gazes with a defiant stare. “I am who I am,” she replied, her voice steady despite the fear gnawing at her insides.

“We have conducted tests,” the interrogator pressed. “Your DNA… it’s… ancient. How is this possible?”

Cleopatra said nothing. She knew they were trying to break her, to make her reveal the secrets of her existence, the secrets of the technology that had brought her to this time. But she would not betray John, she would not betray the Elizabeth Swann.

The interrogation continued for hours. They questioned her about the scientists, about the equipment, about the process of her… recreation. They subjected her to intelligence tests, their cold, clinical nature sending shivers down her spine. Cleopatra answered their questions with carefully crafted lies and evasions, revealing nothing of substance.

Finally, the interrogator’s patience wore thin. “You are being uncooperative,” he said, his voice hardening. “We have ways of making you talk.”

He gestured to the room around them. Cleopatra’s eyes widened as she took in the details: the heavy metal doors, the soundproof walls, the array of strange instruments that looked disturbingly like torture devices. She knew what they were implying. This was not a place of gentle persuasion.

“You think you can break me?” Cleopatra challenged, her voice laced with scorn. “You think you can force me to betray my friends?”

The interrogator smirked. “We have broken stronger wills than yours, Queen.”

“You are making a mistake,” Cleopatra warned, her voice low and menacing. “You have no idea who you are dealing with. John Storm will come for me. And when he does… you will regret the day you laid hands on me.”

The interrogator laughed. “John Storm? And what makes him so special?”

Cleopatra’s eyes flashed with a fierce light. “He is no ordinary man,” she said. “He is a force of nature. He is… unstoppable. You would be wise to release me now, before he arrives. Because when he does… there will be hell to pay.”

The interrogator ignored her warning, his eyes glinting with cruel amusement. He clearly believed her threats were empty, the desperate ramblings of a frightened woman. He was wrong. He had underestimated John Storm. And he had underestimated Cleopatra’s loyalty to her friends. They had made a powerful enemy this day. And they were about to learn, in the most brutal way possible, the true meaning of her warning.

WHISPERS OF THE GODS

Unbeknownst to Cleopatra's interrogators, their every word, every threat, was being recorded. The hidden microphones, part of the military recording of interrogations was being used against them.

The Elizabeth Swann's sophisticated surveillance system, picked up the conversations livestream, transmitting them back to the ship via decoded satellite links. In the forward helm, HAL processed the audio, its advanced algorithms filtering out the noise and isolating the voices.

"Skipper," HAL's calm voice broke the silence, "I am receiving a transmission from an unknown source. It appears to be a conversation taking place in a secure facility. The language is English, but the content is… disturbing."

John, who had been studying the ship's schematics, looked up sharply. "What kind of conversation, HAL?"

"It involves a female subject, Captain. She is being interrogated. The interrogators are threatening her with… physical harm."

John's blood ran cold. "A female subject? HAL, can you identify her?"

"The subject's voice pattern matches that of Cleopatra Philopator, John."

John's heart pounded in his chest. Cleopatra! She was a captive! He felt a surge of rage, a primal urge to rush to her rescue, to unleash the full fury of the Elizabeth Swann's defenses on her captors. But a voice, deep within his mind, whispered caution.

Patience, John Storm, the voice said. Anger clouds judgment. Use your intelligence. Use your resources.

It was Anubis, the ancient Egyptian god of the dead, his presence a familiar comfort in John's mind. John had lately been sensitive to the whispers of the gods, a legacy of his unique genetic heritage. And now, in this moment of crisis, Anubis's guidance was invaluable.

Cleopatra is strong, John Storm, another voice chimed in. She will endure. Trust in her strength. Trust in your own.

It was Isis, the goddess of magic and healing, her voice a soothing balm on John's frayed nerves.

John took a deep breath, calming himself. He would not act rashly. He would use his intelligence, his technology, to rescue Cleopatra and bring her captors to justice.

"HAL," he said, his voice steadying, "I need you to analyze the transmission. Identify the precise location, floor plans, the individuals involved, their capabilities. I need to know everything."

"As you command, Captain Storm," HAL replied.

Meanwhile, in Guantánamo, Cleopatra's defiance continued. She endured their threats, their insults, their attempts to break her spirit. She knew John would come. She could feel it in her bones, in the whispers of the gods that echoed in her own mind.

Be strong, Cleopatra, Anubis urged. John Storm is coming.

He will not fail you, Isis assured her.

Cleopatra clung to their words, drawing strength from their ancient wisdom. She would not break. She would not betray her friends. She would wait and endure the pain. And she would trust in John Storm.

Back on the Elizabeth Swann, John was formulating a plan. He had HAL, the most advanced AI in existence. He had Dan, the ship's engineer, a skilled and resourceful man. And he had the CyberCore Genetica, a device capable of invading the most advanced security of his enemies, providing him with unparalleled intelligence. He would use all his resources to rescue Cleopatra and bring her captors to justice. The quest for Cleopatra's freedom was about to begin.

IN THE SHADOW OF MENGELE

The interrogation room hummed a menacing thrum. Cleopatra, bound to a cold metal chair, faced her tormentors with unwavering defiance, though a flicker of fear danced in her eyes. The interpreter relayed the interrogator’s words, each sentence a chilling echo in the sterile space.

“You continue to be uncooperative, spawn of Egypt,” the interrogator sneered. “We have exhausted our patience.”

Cleopatra remained silent, her gaze fixed on the wall behind them, as if searching for an escape that wasn't there.

“We have other methods,” the interrogator continued, his voice laced with menace. “Methods that will… encourage… your cooperation.”

He gestured towards a device that Cleopatra recognized with a jolt of terror: an electroshock machine used to mentally castrate subjects, its wires and dials promising unimaginable pain. Her breath hitched, but she refused to show weakness.

“And if that doesn’t work,” the interrogator added, his eyes glinting with cruel anticipation, “we have other techniques. Techniques involving water… and… persuasion.”

Cleopatra’s mind raced. She had been programmed with whispers of these methods, barbaric practices designed to break the strongest wills. The thought of enduring such torture sent a wave of nausea through her, but she clenched her jaw, determined not to give them the satisfaction of seeing her fear.

Just as the interrogator reached for the electroshock machine, a voice crackled through a speaker system hidden in the corner of the room.

“Hold!” a new voice commanded, its tone sharp and authoritative.

The interrogator turned, surprised. A man in a crisp uniform entered the room, his face grim. “I have new orders,” he announced. “The subject is not to be harmed… fatally. Understood?”

The interrogator looked confused. “But, sir…”

“Those are my orders,” the officer repeated, his voice leaving no room for argument. “If she refuses to cooperate, you are authorized to… inflict pain. But she is not to die. Is that clear?”

The interrogator nodded slowly, a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

“Furthermore,” the officer continued, “the subject’s DNA is of… significant interest. If all else fails, she is to be cryogenically preserved. Her… unique genetic material… will be invaluable for future research.”

A cold dread washed over Cleopatra. Cryogenically preserved? Research? She knew what they were implying. They wanted to use her, to exploit her ancient DNA for their own twisted purposes. These revelations made the intentions of the New World Knights seem noble by comparisson.

The chilling echo of Josef Mengele’s name reverberated in her mind. These people were no different, only their methods were more refined, more sophisticated.

Meanwhile, on the Elizabeth Swann, HAL was working tirelessly. The AI had infiltrated the Guantánamo Bay computer systems, mapping the facility, identifying personnel, and gathering intelligence on their operations. It had learned about the interrogation room, the planned torture, the chilling directive to preserve Cleopatra’s DNA.

“John,” HAL reported, its voice calm but urgent, “the situation is critical. Cleopatra is in imminent danger. They plan to subject her to… extreme measures.”

"I'm reading it as you are discovering it Hal."

"Of course, I know that, but still feel the need to vocalize for our boy wonder."

"Thanks Hal," said Dan.

John’s fists clenched. 

Dan interjected, “what are their capabilities, HAL?”

“The facility is heavily fortified, Dan. They have a large number of armed personnel, advanced surveillance systems, and… a disturbing history of human rights abuses.”

“And what about their research?” John asked, his voice low and dangerous.

“Their research, Captain, is… reminiscent of certain historical figures. They are interested in manipulating DNA, in creating… enhanced humans. Cleopatra’s ancient genetic material is of particular interest to them.”

"And the fact she is a successful replication?"

"Affirmative."

John’s resolve reached another level. He would not let them touch her. He would not let them exploit her. He must rescue Cleopatra, and he would expose their horrific experiments to the world.

The whispers of Anubis and Isis echoed in his mind, urging him forward. In the ethereal underworld, Anubis and Isis admired the strength of their chosen one.

"Righteous."

>>>>>> BATTLE ARMOUR

The route that the Elizabeth Swann would take to arrive at Kingston, some 5468 nautical miles through the Mediterranean Sea, across the North Atlantic Ocean, to the Caribbean Sea. They would pass through the rim of the traditional Sargasso Sea, where the giant brown floating algae has been known to snag small ship propellers.

THE BATTLE OF ACTIUM - Queen Cleopatra retreats leaving Mark Antony to lose against Octavian and seek a new deal with Rome.

THE POISON ASP - Hotfoot from Actium, Cleopatra's plan to seduce Octavian backfired leading to a suicide pact with Anubis and Isis

TANZANIA - THE STORM BREAKS - Fanatical DNA collector, John Storm, finds Homo erectus skull, Olduvia Gorge, in Tanzanian dig site.

WRATH OF THE GODS - 365BC destruction of Thonis and Alexandria, Anubis and Isis watch on in horror as Cleopatra is submerged.

WWII ENIGMA - The birth of computers at Bletchley Park under Alan Turing, and his visits from Anubis and Isis, who see the potential in his ideas.

SYDNEY WILL READING - John's uncle Douglas vanished, declared dead, the adventurer inherits keys and a note from George Franks.

ANGEL OF DEATH - Anubis and Isis occupy Josef Mengele's and Adolf Hitler's subconscious as spirits steering their legacies.

INNER CIRCLE OF SIX - Joseph Mengele's Fourth Reich plans an escape to Brazil to develop Nazi-funded human research laboratories.

NELSON BAY - John visits the coordinates George gave him, to discover the Elizabeth Swann, ARK and Hal, AI computer.

BRAZIL BOUND - Doctor Death bargains for funding and logistics of relocation to Amazon South American base via Argentina.

NEW WORLD ORDER - A former Neo-Nazi plan to regenerate Aryan supremacy, develops into a cause for good.

REBEL WITHOUT A CAUSE - Having reached the end of his PhD, William and Jane Bates have epiphanies, Will should follow his dream.

ROADBLOCK - Nobody would fund his R&D, William and Jane Bates are blanked by DARPA, computer and software houses.

THE AFTERLIFE - Cleopatra's tomb lay lost for centuries submerged and out of sight with little change of discovery.

QUANTUM LEAP - Jane and Will find backers, then US military and computer processor chip makers cyber attack, hack and bug them.

WASHING MACHINE - Inventor Franco Francisco comes up with the Incubus, artificial uterus concept while repairing his household appliance.

EXIT STRATEGY - Realising they will always be a target from industrial and military espionage, Jane & Will devise a cunning plan.

PATENT APPLICATION - Franco Francisco files his Claims with the Italian Intellectual Property Office (IPO) in Roma, Italia.

CYBERCORE GENETICA - Nano computer technology is purchased at an auction by a semi religious sect, New World Order.

INCUBUS - Roberta Ferrara secures the expertise of Franco Francisco for knights of the New World Order: Neuwelt Rittertum.

SPLICE - Klaus and Eva von Kolreuter find a way to live forever using cloning technology; Genonimo Investments, Geneva.

TREMORS - Cleopatra's feels vibrations after a shift in the tectonic plates triggered a tremor off the coast of Alexandria.

PANAMANIAN RUNNING MAN - The secret is out, an enhanced human is spotted running at unbelievable speeds.

THE ARK - NeuWelt Rittertum headhunt John Storm seeking access to his genetic DNA map of life on earth, but they fail to reach agreement.

MARJORIE BOYLE - Sam Hollis tracks down sexy backpacker, Majorie Boyle, to Brighton Point in Trinidad, beautiful Caribbean Island.

THE AMAZON - Charley agrees to meet John & Dan at Manaus, but is a little too inquisitive.

OPERATION LEVIATHAN - New World Knights, Klaus and Franco go to Plan 'B' to track and steal the Elizabeth Swann & The Ark DNA database.

TOMB RAIDERS - Safiya Sabuka and Musa Bomani dive among sifting sands to discover precious artifacts and golden treasures.

SCOTLAND YARD - The famous London DNA database is stolen, the biggest data heist to date. The Yard initiates a cover up.

OPERATION ALEXANDRIA - Neo-Nazi occultists recover Cleopatra's sarcophagus from underwater tomb near Palace.

SALVAGE RIGHTS - Entering Cleopatra's mausoleum, locating sarcophagus and raising with air bags to the surface, Safiya Sabuka tomb raider.

COASTGUARD PATROL - Safiya and Musa surface off Alexandria to a waiting customs vessel, they pretend to be sports divers fooling the officials.

UNESCO - Catholic Church fear grave desecration heritage theft, asks agencies for help. Interpol issue Red Notice.

KIDNAP - Charley is taken prisoner but John rescues her, in the process becoming injected with a serum.

SARCOPHAGUS OPENING - The wooden inner casket is opened revealing Cleopatra's mummy, golden crown and death mask, perfectly preserved.

AWAKENING - In the afterlife, the DNA extracted from Cleopatra's mummy triggers a divine stirring with Anubis and Isis comforting the Nile Queen.

REPLICANT - The Society reproduce Cleopatra using Francisco's RepliVator™, uploading synapse sequence and implanted memories.

BRAIN CONDITIONING - Klaus and Franco upload digitally recreated memories in historical order to trigger correct learned synapse firing sequence

REBORN - The former Queen of Egypt speaks for the first time to her creators, proving that her brain is working, the implants succeeded.

FULL STEAM AHEAD - Storm speeds to Thonis, then uses the Swann's AI sensors and the Ark database to find tomb has been plundered.

PROPOSAL - Baron von Richhofen's gambit, a union of Royal ancient and Aryan blood, for strength and intellect, a powerful heir as her successor

RITUAL SACRIFICE - The Baron prepares a drugged Cleopatra for ceremonial impregnation.

MANAUS TO ALEXANDRIA - A hydrogen powered race across the Atlantic Ocean in nine days, John Storm guided by Anubis and Isis.

SANCTUM INTERRUPTUS - John finds secret Nazi hideout near Alexandria, disturbs ritual - rescues Cleopatra, arresting conspirators.

THE CHOSEN ONE - The reincarnated Cleopatra falls for her rescuer. John comes under her spell, despite her being a replicant.

MOVIES, WHAT ARE THEY - Reincarnated Nile Queen asks John and Dan to explain films, they show her 20th C. Fox 1963 Elizabeth Taylor biopic.

MEDITERRANEAN CRUISE - John suggest a tour of the Wadj Ur, Thalassa Nostrum, to relax Cleopatra, Hal plans the ultimate experience.

JOHN'S BLOODLINE - Dan and Hal trace trace John's noble lineage back to the iconic figures of Ancient Egypt & Roman General Mark Antony

DÉJÀ VU - Dan and Hal reveal John's family tree as being related to Roman General Mark Antony via Julia and Queen Drusilla of Mauretania.

MEDICAL EXAMINATION - Jack Mason talks John and Cleopatra into agreeing to a check up at Port Royal, Jamaica, working for NSA and CIA

GEORGE WARNS OF TORTURE - Franks radios Swann to tell John & Dan that New World Knights are being tortured at Guantánamo Bay, you're next.

JESUS CHRIST - Cleopatra asks about this man. John, Dan & Hal explain he is an ancient religious preacher from Galilee, son of Yahweh, Hebrew god.

BIOCORE BRAIN IMPLANT - Dan and Cleopatra drill John's skull, occipital bone implanting biological chip to interface with CyberCore Genetica.

DARPA, NSA & CIA - National security and military intelligence chiefs Iras Charmian and Dr Stefan Raengst, plot to remove all human obstacles.

MILITARY INTERVENTION - The military detain Cleopatra to appease stakeholders, despite media & medical protests. Storm distraught.

BATTLE ARMOUR - Thanks to some unexplained divine intervention, Dan Hawk talks John Storm into wearing a bullet proof suit.

GUANTÁNAMO BAY - History repeats itself, US military kidnap Cleopatra, John forced to rescue puts Elizabeth Swann at risk.

MISSION IMPOSSIBLE - Commander John Storm, in Navy SEAL mode, attacks the Cuban torture camp at Guantánamo Bay, in stealth mode, black op.

MISSILE LOCK - USA military try to hack into Hal, anticipating a strike, as the DOD launch Tomahawks, John hacks into NORAD, and redirects them.

PRESIDENT LINCOLN TRUMAN - Hails the Swann to find out why John is shooting missiles at Guantánamo Bay, Storm sets the record straight. FINALE

  DARPA USA CIA DEFENSE ADVANCED PROJECTS AGENCY DECIDE TO KIDNAP THE REINCRNATED PARAOH AND ENTOMB AFTER INTERROGATION AT GUANTANAMO BAY - THE ADVENTURES OF JOHN STORM: CLEOPATRA & THE MUMMY REBORN OF THE AFTERLIFE

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