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<<<<<< THE
POISON ASP
OLDUVIA
GORGE, TANZANIA, EAST AFRICA - THE
STORM BREAKS
The Tanzanian sun beat down on John Storm’s neck, a familiar warmth he barely registered. His eyes, the colour of flint, were fixed on the half-exposed skull cradled in the earth. He brushed away another layer of ochre-coloured soil with the delicate precision of a surgeon, his breath catching in his throat. It was larger than he’d anticipated, the brow ridge prominent, the jaw robust.
Homo erectus. He was sure of it. A thrill, sharper than any electric shock, coursed through him. This wasn’t just another find; it was the find.
“Professor!” John called out, his voice hoarse. Professor Abioye, a seasoned palaeontologist from the University of Dar es Salaam and John’s somewhat reluctant mentor, hurried over, his brow furrowed with skepticism. One look at the skull, however, and his expression shifted to one of stunned awe.
News of the discovery spread like wildfire. Within days, the Olduvai Gorge, usually a quiet haven for fossil hunters, was swarming with journalists, photographers, and documentary crews. John, barely out of his twenties, found himself thrust into the limelight, the ‘boy wonder’ of archaeology. Headlines screamed his name: “Storm Breaks New Ground in Human Evolution!” “Young
Indiana Jones Unearths Missing Link!”
He stood awkwardly before the BBC World Service microphone, the glare of the cameras burning into him. He answered their questions patiently, explaining the significance of the find, the potential implications for our understanding of human ancestry. He spoke of the long journey of Homo erectus out of
Africa, the development of tools, the mastery of fire.
“Mr. Storm,” the interviewer, a sharp woman with a clipped accent, asked, “you seem remarkably dedicated to the study of human origins. We understand you’ve been collecting DNA samples from… well, from quite a wide range of species, haven’t you?”
John hesitated. He hadn’t intended to reveal that aspect of his work. It was a personal project, a long-term endeavour he pursued in his spare time, a way to create a comprehensive genetic library of
life on Earth. He’d started small, collecting samples from insects, plants, even his own pets. It had grown into something much larger, a quiet obsession.
“Yes,” he admitted, “I’ve been… cataloguing DNA. It’s a personal project. I believe that understanding the genetic diversity of life is crucial to understanding our own place in the world.”
The interviewer’s eyes gleamed. “A genetic library? That’s quite an undertaking. What sort of species are we talking about, Mr. Storm?”
John felt a bead of sweat trickle down his temple. He hadn’t anticipated this line of questioning. He was a scientist, not a showman. He wasn’t comfortable with the sensationalism.
“All sorts,” he mumbled, “from insects to… well, mammals. It’s an ongoing process.”
The interview concluded, but the story had taken on a life of its own. The “DNA collector” angle overshadowed the Homo erectus discovery. The press painted him as a modern-day Noah, building a genetic
ark. Some lauded him as a visionary, others whispered about playing God. John, the quiet, dedicated archaeologist, was now a global sensation, a figure of fascination and, for some, suspicion. He had unearthed not just a fossil, but a storm.
WHISPERS IN THE DUST
The dust swirled around Rudolf Kessler’s worn leather boots as he surveyed the frenetic scene. John Storm, still slightly dazed, was being jostled by reporters, his youthful face illuminated by the harsh flash of cameras. Kessler, a man of quiet observation, watched with a mixture of amusement and concern. Beside him stood Klaus von Kolreuter, his usually jovial face creased with thought.
“Remarkable, isn’t it, Rudolf?” Kolreuter murmured, his Swiss accent thick. “The boy has unearthed more than just a fossil. He’s unearthed a media circus.”
Kessler chuckled softly. “Indeed, Klaus. John has a knack for the dramatic, even if unintentional. His enthusiasm is… infectious.”
They had both known John for several weeks now, sharing meals and evening discussions at the excavation camp. Kessler, a respected Egyptologist, had been intrigued by John’s unorthodox approach to archaeology, his almost preternatural understanding of ancient cultures. Kolreuter, a geneticist of some renown, had been equally impressed by John’s burgeoning knowledge of genetics and his unusual hobby – the DNA collection.
“Did you hear what he said about his… project?” Kolreuter continued, his eyes fixed on John. “A genetic library. Extraordinary.”
Kessler nodded. “I did. It’s an ambitious undertaking for one so young. But John possesses a rare combination of intellect and drive. He could be… valuable.”
A knowing look passed between them. They were both deeply involved in Baron von Richthofen’s New World Knights project, a clandestine endeavour aimed at… well, they rarely spoke of the specifics, even between themselves. But they knew what they sought: the secrets of longevity, the hidden potential within the human genome.
“His passion for origins, both human and genetic, could be a significant asset,” Kolreuter said, lowering his voice. “The Baron would be… interested.”
Kessler stroked his neatly trimmed beard. “Indeed. But John is… independent. He doesn’t strike me as easily swayed.”
“We shall see,” Kolreuter replied, a hint of steel in his voice. “The Baron has ways of persuading those with… unique talents.”
They watched as John, looking increasingly overwhelmed, tried to navigate the throng of journalists. The discovery of Homo erectus was significant, no doubt. But for Kessler and Kolreuter, the real story lay not in the bones, but in the genes. John Storm, the young archaeologist with a passion for DNA, had inadvertently become a person of interest.
Later that evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the Olduvai Gorge, Kessler and Kolreuter found John sitting alone, away from the camp’s bustle, sketching in a worn notebook.
“John,” Kessler said gently, approaching him.
John looked up, a flicker of surprise in his flint-coloured eyes. “Professor
Kessler. Dr.
Kolreuter. Good evening.”
“A remarkable day, wouldn’t you agree?” Kessler said, sitting beside him.
John nodded, a faint smile playing on his lips. “It was… unexpected.”
“And the attention?” Kolreuter asked, his eyes twinkling. “Unexpected as well, I presume?”
John sighed. “It’s… a bit much. I just wanted to share my findings.”
“And you did,” Kessler said. “And you also shared something else, John. Something… intriguing. Your collection.”
John’s expression grew guarded. “My… project?”
“Yes,” Kolreuter said. “The genetic library. It’s quite an undertaking.”
John remained silent, unsure of their intentions.
“We are… impressed, John,” Kessler continued. “Your dedication, your knowledge… it’s… remarkable. We believe you have a great deal to offer.”
A subtle shift occurred in the air, a sense of unspoken purpose. John, sensing the change, looked from Kessler to Kolreuter, his eyes searching. He knew, instinctively, that this conversation was about more than just fossils and DNA. It was about something bigger, something hidden, something that whispered in the dust of the Olduvai Gorge.
BROADCASTING
HOUSE, PORTLAND PLACE, LONDON, ENGLAND - THE
BIRD'S EYE VIEW
The flickering fluorescent lights of the BBC World Service newsroom hummed a monotonous tune, a stark contrast to the vibrant images flashing across
Jill Bird’s computer screen. John Storm’s face, slightly flushed and overwhelmed, stared back at her from a dozen different news sites. “Storm Breaks New Ground,” one headline screamed. “DNA Collector Unearths Ancient Ancestor,” another proclaimed.
Jill, a researcher and trainee presenter, leaned back in her chair, a thoughtful expression on her face. She’d been following the Olduvai Gorge story with growing interest. The discovery of the Homo erectus skull was fascinating, of course, but it was John Storm himself who truly captured her attention. Young, passionate, and clearly dedicated to his work, he embodied everything Jill admired.
She scrolled through the articles, her eyes scanning for details. The mention of his DNA collection, the “genetic library” as some called it, piqued her curiosity. It was an unusual pursuit, even for a scientist. But there was something about John’s quiet intensity, his almost obsessive focus, that resonated with her.
Jill had always been drawn to the past. As a child, she’d devoured books about
Ancient
Egypt, mesmerized by tales of pharaohs and
pyramids. She’d even briefly considered a career in Egyptology, dreaming of uncovering lost tombs and deciphering hieroglyphs. Life, however, had taken her down a different path, leading her to the world of journalism. But the fascination with the ancient world, with the mysteries of human history, remained.
She clicked on a video clip of John’s interview. His voice, though slightly nervous, was clear and articulate. He spoke with passion about his work, his eyes gleaming with enthusiasm. Jill found herself captivated by his genuine excitement. It was a refreshing change from the usual political spin and celebrity gossip that dominated the news cycle.
“He seems… different,” she murmured to herself. “Not your typical academic.”
There was a certain romanticism, she thought, in venturing out into the field, braving the elements, dedicating oneself to uncovering the secrets of the past. It was a life less ordinary, a life that Jill, in her small, air-conditioned office, could only dream of.
She made a mental note to keep an eye on John
Storm. She had a feeling his story was just beginning. The discovery of Homo erectus was undoubtedly significant, but Jill suspected there was more to this young archaeologist than met the eye. The DNA collection, the whispers of a larger project… it all hinted at something bigger, something that piqued her journalistic instincts.
“John Storm,” she whispered, typing his name into her search engine. “I have a feeling we’ll be hearing a lot more about you.”
A small smile played on her lips. Perhaps, she thought, this could be her chance to explore her own fascination with the past, albeit vicariously. She might not be unearthing ancient tombs herself, but she could tell the story of someone who was. And in a way, that was just as exciting.
THE
SHARD, LONDON, ENGLAND - A CALL ACROSS CONTINENTS
Also
in London, in
a makeshift office with a tremendous view of the City,
George
Franks absorbs the headlines, allowing himself a wry smile as he imbibes a
thirst quenching cup of Early Grey with lemon. "Well done my boy."
The midday sun streamed through the panoramic windows illuminating
the polished mahogany of his desk. He swiveled in his chair, the leather creaking softly, his eyes fixed on the news report flickering across his computer screen. John Storm’s face, younger than George remembered, filled the frame. “Local Archaeologist Makes Groundbreaking Discovery,” the headline blared.
George, a legal powerhouse and trustee of Professor Douglas Storm’s estate,
"The Storm Legacy," couldn’t help but chuckle. Douglas, his brilliant, eccentric friend, had always championed the underdog, the unconventional thinker. He'll love this.
“Douglas, you old fox,” George murmured to himself, “your namesake is making quite a splash.”
He reached for the phone, his fingers dialing a familiar number. After a few rings, a gruff voice answered.
“Storm.”
“Douglas?” George asked, a smile spreading across his face. “It’s George. Hope I’m not interrupting your… contemplation of the universe.”
“George!” Douglas’s voice boomed through the line, a hint of a chuckle in his tone. “Always a pleasure. What brings you to disturb my peaceful solitude? Unless… you’ve finally found that lost Rembrandt I told you about.”
“Better than a Rembrandt, Douglas,” George said, his voice laced with amusement. “Have you seen the news?”
“News? George, you know I only pay attention to the shipping forecast and the cricket scores. What news could possibly be of interest to a man of my… advanced years?”
“Well,” George began, “it involves a certain young man with your surname. A chap named John Storm. Ring any bells?”
There was a brief silence on the other end of the line. Then, Douglas spoke, his voice suddenly sharper. “John? You’ve heard from him?”
“Not directly,” George replied. “But he’s been making quite a name for himself. Apparently, he’s unearthed a Homo erectus skull in
Tanzania. The papers are full of it.”
Douglas let out a low whistle. “Homo erectus, eh? Impressive. The boy’s always had a keen interest in anthropology, if I recall.”
“Keen is an understatement, Douglas,” George said. “He’s also been collecting DNA samples. Apparently, he’s building some sort of genetic library.”
Another silence. Then, Douglas said, “A genetic
library? That’s… ambitious.”
“Indeed,” George agreed. “It seems your namesake is quite the polymath. Archaeology, anthropology, genetics… he’s a regular Renaissance man.”
“He takes after his grandfather, you know,” Douglas said, a hint of pride in his voice. “Old
Jameson was a brilliant man. A pioneer in his field.”
“He also left a rather… unusual will,” George added, a wry smile in his voice.
“Don’t remind me,” Douglas groaned. “The ‘Storm Legacy’ as he called it. A preposterous notion.”
“Preposterous, perhaps,” George said. “But it seems young John is fulfilling at least part of the old man’s vision. Uncovering the secrets of
human history, exploring the very building blocks of life… it’s all rather… Storm-like, wouldn’t you say?”
Douglas chuckled. “I suppose it is. Well, George, you’ve certainly brightened my day. Or perhaps disturbed it, depending on your perspective. I’ll have to keep an eye on young John. He seems to be following in the family footsteps, whether he knows it or not.”
“Indeed,” George said. “And Douglas… I have a feeling this is just the beginning.”
He hung up the phone, a thoughtful expression on his face. He knew Douglas better than anyone. The old inventor might feign disinterest, but George knew he was intrigued by John’s exploits. The “Storm Legacy” was a complex and, some might say, eccentric undertaking. But George had a feeling that young John Storm, whether he realized it or not, was about to play a pivotal role in its unfolding.
WRATH
OF THE GODS >>>>>>
Notes:
"The Storm Legacy" ....... funding for demonstrably able
candidates over time ...
CHAPTERS:
The chapters of this story are published live for collaboration development
purposes, with a sequence derived from the
Chapters below, supplemented with other (unpublished) writings as we
progress. The final order for the proposed screenplay may be the subject of
additional drafts to suit production of the final movie
(producers/directors/actors).
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, finds Homo erectus skul,l
Olduvia Gorge, Tanzanian dig news item BBC world service
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 Neo-Nazi plan to regenerate Aryan supremacy,
for doing 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
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