Project Aquarius (The Sensitives Series Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

flourished a few final keystrokes. “For over a decade we convinced private donors to open their wallets to fund our research on the human genome, all for this moment. The world will regret underestimating us.”
    Power-hungry predators disguised as harmless researchers— the two had remained undetected for years as they amassed a secret stash of wealth and knowledge large enough to start their own biotech giant, GenetiCorp.
    “I can’t wait until everyone knows our names,” said Cyril with a hint of lust in his voice.
    “Patience, Commander. We’ll have to lay low for a while. We don’t want to be seen as a threat. We want them to come to us, remember?”
    Cyril nodded obediently.
    The Master often had to quell Cyril’s grandiosity. This had helped them advance their cause even further.
    Cyril checked the scrolling screen of data on his tablet. “The reports are in. The machines are in place.” He made his statement without a hint of insecurity, a skill the Master had taught him, even though Cyril craved validation like a fine wine.
    “Wonderful. Zero Hour approaches. Send the group text.”
    Now, it was time for the Army of Believers to shake things up. The human race had deviated from its course and things had become grossly imbalanced. Soon, as the Mayans had predicted, the world would change drastically and never be the same.
    “Yes, sir.” Cyril’s fingers tingled with anxiety.
    Sent.
    Everything had led to this moment. It was time.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER FOUR
    Darnell
     
    “ Darnell! Back in line!” the teacher barked.
    Damn, that lady read his mind.
    This was going to be more difficult than he had thought.
    In resignation, Darnell gazed down at his pristine white Jordans and stepped back behind his classmates. He had only been in Ms. Harding’s class for two weeks, but she was already onto him.
    Darnell looked longingly outside. Escape from this Hell of a school was only a few feet away.
    “Don’t even think about it,” Ms. Harding added as the transition line formed next to the big glass doors that led to the playground.
    Damn. He had trouble reading his new teacher. She was young and more energetic than the old worn out ones. And she had different methods. It bothered him.
    Darnell could read most adults as well as college kids read textbooks. He had learned how at an early age. It was survival. Anticipate Dad’s next move. Read the energy of a drug deal gone bad. Darnell Powell was no fool. And he was only nine.
    “Does everyone have sneakers on? Mr. Salinetti likes everyone to be prepared for gym class.”
    A few kids stepped out of line and into the coatroom. Darnell saw his chance. As his classmates began to fuss, he expertly pulled off his prized sneakers and hid them behind his back. Then he slipped into the coatroom behind the other kids, careful to keep his shoes away from Ms. Harding’s watchful eyes. Once out of sight, he took a little longer than needed to pull them back on, taking extra care not to smudge the tips.
    And then he waited.
    “Darnell!” Ms. Harding called.
    “Right here, Miss.”
    He popped back into view and took his spot at the end of the transition line, right where he wanted to be. He added the ‘Miss’ because he found carefully executed niceties got him further in life.
    Ms. Harding smiled with approval.
    JFK Elementary was going to be easy to crack after all.
    The students slogged forward in the transition line to gym class. While most kids looked down, Darnell kept his eyes up, ready for any opportunity. He observed the cracking linoleum of the hallway floor and the swear word etched in the dark brown door to the boys’ bathroom. He held his breath as the class ambled past the nasty library that smelled like old people.
    He noticed everything.
    After two weeks at JFK, Darnell had observed so much lameness that he was ready to bounce. In fact, he found every school was pretty much lame in the exact same ways: too many