The Brimstone Network (Brimstone Network Trilogy) Read Online Free PDF

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    A signal that traveled across the world in an instant, to a tidal island off the northeast coast of England called Lindesfarne, where stood the crumbling remains of an ancient monastery.
    The signal wheedled its way through the ancient rubble, down into the earth, to a vast, hidden chamber. And with a flash, a powerful generator squatting in the darkness of the subterranean room was activated.
    The dynamo roared to life, powerful turbines turning, generating the substantial power necessary to activate the strange machines against the walls of the chamber. Clear, glass bulbs strung along the room’s ceiling pulsed, illuminating the darkened space, now filled with the busy sounds of working machinery.
    Thick cables trailed from the various machines to a coffin-shaped, metal-framed, glass tank, lying atop a concrete platform in the room’s center. The case was filled with a thick, milky fluid that slowly began to bubble. The machines around the tank continued to hum and chatter;lights flashed from blue, to yellow to red, and the liquid contained within the case grew more turbulent, flashes of an eerie light barely visible through the viscous solution.
    Something suddenly moved inside the tank, bouncing off the thick glass with a muffled thud.
    The machines strained, the thick cables began to smolder, and spark.
    A very special power flowed along the connections to the glass tank, charging the fluids contained within.
    Again there was movement, louder, more violent. Whatever was contained within was growing stronger, more active.
    The white liquid roiled, special vents on the sides of the tank expelled hissing clouds of steam.
    The pounding intensified within the tank, multiple strikes on the tempered glass, and the first cracks appeared, snaking across its surface. The boiling fluid sprayed in thin streams from the growing fissures. And then, what was inside the tank grew very quiet; a brief respite, before the front of the tank exploded in a shower of liquid and glass.
    Two powerful fists, attached to long, muscular arms, pushed away the remains of the shattered-glass cover.The hands gripped the sides, pulling the body to a sitting position.
    The man was pale, with shoulder-length hair as black as a moonless night. He sat in the tank, his yellow eyes scanning his surroundings before he climbed from the tank, careful not to step upon the pieces of glass that littered the ground.
    He crossed the room, his thoughts becoming more active as the clouds gradually lifted from his brain. And even though he’d just awakened, he knew that he had a special purpose, a job to perform, for the safety of humanity was depending on him.
    A huge wooden cabinet stood at the far back of the chamber, its contents sealed to all who did not possess the combination. He stood before the double doors and extended his finger, punching in the combination as the numbers filled his head. A steel bolt slid aside with a metallic thrum and the doors slowly opened to reveal the supplies he would need for his mission.
    Clothes designed for the most frigid of temperatures hung waiting to be worn, thick boots and snowshoes on the floor beneath them. The man removed the heavy, hooded coat hanging upon the door, and froze at the sight of his reflection in the full-length mirror hanging there.
    At first there was shock, followed by disgust.
    He did not remember himself this way, but realized that he had no clear vision of how he was supposed to look.
    His naked body was pale and covered with thick, pink scars: around his neck, wrists, arms, and shoulders, around his legs, knees, and feet. It was as if he’d been put together—assembled—from pieces, and suddenly he remembered, a bubble of memory rising to the surface.
    Those who had made him called him Stitch, and he had indeed been made from pieces, body parts of those who had fallen in battle against the forces of darkness. From those who had died in service to the Brimstone Network, the ultimate