Revolution of the Gods: The Battle for Sol Book One Read Online Free PDF

Command building that resembled a prison within a prison.
    Once a person was interned through the perimeter entrance, they were led by armed soldiers to the heavily fortified former post office to complete their processing. Once there, the interns received their residential classification and a dissertation on the center’s behavioral rules. Each resident was given a plastic card with an I.D. number that was used to track their credits. These cards had become a de facto commodity in the Oakland ROC because without one you could not eat or gain access to other basic necessities.
    As Ben approached the former post office, he questioned himself.
    Why the hell are you doing this?
    He really did not have an answer to this most logical question other than his desire for new information which outweighed the risk he was about to take in such an interaction. And there was that dream.
    He prowled around the outer concrete barrier of the command building maintaining as much stealth as possible by walking slowly behind other residents in order not to be noticed by the guards. As he rounded the south barrier he saw him.
    The man was standing just outside one of the compound gates. This was the calmest person Ben had seen in this hell hole for a very long time. The stranger was only a couple inches shy of 7 feet tall and was practically a giant among those around him. The tall muscular man’s demeanor perplexed Ben. The man was gazing intently at the satellite dishes and antennas on the command center roof.
    “Hello,” Ben remarked as he walked up beside the man still engaged in his observation.
    The man looked over at Ben and after an intense stare and quick assessment answered back, “Hi.”
    “My name is Ben.”
    “What can I do for you Ben?” the man asked, returning his attention back to observing the roof of the compound.
    “I wouldn’t stare too much in that direction my friend,” Ben warned.
    “Why is that?”
    “These guys do not particularly like being looked at by us.”
    The man turned back and glared down with his cobalt eyes Ben. “And I’m not particularly concerned with what they like. But you may be right – no need to draw attention,” he said while giving Ben an affirmative nod.
    “Have you gotten your ration card and section assignment?” Ben queried.
    “Yes. I am assigned to Section 28.”
    “That is about a mile in that direction,” Ben pointed to the northeast corner of the camp. “I can take you there if you like.”
    “Thanks but there will be no need for that. Is your section nearby?”
    “I’m in Section 03. It’s about an eighth of a mile to the east.”
    “Well Ben, I would like to be closer to this building than Section 28. May I walk with you to your section if you do not mind?”
    “Of course, no problem,” Ben said with his curiosity now peaking as they walked back in the direction of his residence. “I noticed you in the line at the main gate this morning. I must admit that I came down here to see if I could find you.”
    “Is that right? Well tell me Ben why such an interest?”
    “Its been a long time since I saw someone come through that gate that didn’t look like they had just traveled to hell and back. Your appearance and demeanor stood out to me. Here in the Oakland ROC we get virtually no information or news about the outside world. You seem like a person that may have both.”
    “Information can be just as disturbing as it is comforting.”
    “You speak the truth my friend. Many of our fellow residents have learned that the hard way here. But I will take my chances with you…I didn’t get your name.”
    “You can call me Cadan”
    “Where are you from Cadan?”
    “A place you never heard of,” he replied in a rather dismissive tone.
    “I’m originally from Israel. I was in the construction industry there. I have been here in Oakland for three years now,” Ben explained as they walked past the dejected souls lining the roads on their way to Section