The Fate Of Nations: F.I.R.E. Team Alpha: Book One Read Online Free PDF

“As the General said, time was of the essence. Of the ten human subjects that were used in the initial trials, five are dead and one is in a vegetative state. Four trial subjects survived the process developed abilities like the one we have been discussing.”
                  McNamara stood. “Wait a minute, Doc,” he said. “You said there was a twenty percent fatality rate. From what you just said, the fatality rate is fifty percent; let’s not talk about the guy who wound up brain dead. How did you get from fifty percent to twenty?”
                  “The data obtained from observing the first trials allowed us to refine the procedure.” Atkinson replied.
                  “Have you tried those refinements on other prisoners?” McNamara asked.
                  Atkinson seemed somewhat annoyed. “No,” he said, glaring disapproval at the Canadian. “The new survival estimates are based on extensive computer simulations; there was insufficient time, and a lack of suitable subjects for further testing on other prisoners.”
                  “So our asses depend on computer models?” McNamara said. He looked at the other volunteers. “Does anyone else smell their bridges burning behind them?” he asked the volunteers.
                  Atkinson no longer attempted to hide his annoyance. “I assure you Sergeant ,” Atkinson said, emphasizing McNamara’s rank to remind him that he was and enlisted man and certainly not a doctor. “Our models are very accurate.”
                  “Forgive me, Doctor,” Muller interjected.  “But the sergeant’s concern is valid. Faith in simulations is fine for one who does not have to live or die based on that faith.”
                  Hicks came to the doctor’s defense. “Look people, I know that you have all been bitten in the ass on missions that were planned by cyber-geeks and based on computer models, but the models for the Seed Corn project are a far cry from those tactical models. I give you my word that the twenty percent survival rate is on the mark.”
                  “It doesn’t matter anyway,” Carter said. “We’ve signed the papers, and we’re committed.” 
                  McNamara turned to Carter. “Sir, I’m not trying to back out but, seriously, when was the last time a computer simulation was right about anything?”
                  “Rather the sims are right or not doesn’t matter,” Cole injected. “Any of us could go back to our old units today, and intercept a bullet with our head tomorrow. Any of us could get killed at any time; the only different about this situation is that we know the odds.”
                  “Cole’s right,” Adamski said. “Dead in a lab, or dead somewhere else; it doesn’t matter.”
                  Relenting, McNamara returned to his seat. There was an uncomfortable silence for several moments before Carter spoke again. “Sir, if people with this Para-gene are so rare, how is it you managed to find ten people with the gene that were also special operations qualified?”
                  Atkinson fielded the question. “While subjects with the para-gene are rare, they are not exceedingly so. We estimate that as many as one in ten thousand people may possess the gene. Given the current approximation of the global population, it can be estimated that there are of approximately five hundred thousand individuals who possess the para-gene within that population. The vast majority of the population of the United States was tested for the para-gene and, thus far, the ten of you are the only subjects with special operations qualifications.”
                  Hicks completed Atkinson’s answer. “There are also some people who are currently going through some of the special ops schools that have the gene. We’ll bring them in for