Jason Heater isn't your ordinary teenager. He's been expelled from three different schools for very strange and unusual reasons. Messing up the sprinkler system, supposedly sending a classroom up in flames and another time by splintering a door plus shattering a window. No one knows how he did it and neither does he. He says they were accidents but no one believes him, not even his own parents. One night, men in dark suits break into his home, murder his parents, drug him and throw him in a black SUV. It all happened in less than 3 minutes. He wakes up in a school bus and finds himself handcuffed to the seat headed to an unknown location. The location he finds out many hours later is an underground camp supposedly called Camp Cross. At Camp Cross he will find out just how unordinary he really is. He discovers and learns that he has strange powers. Jason actually likes it there and feels like he actually belongs. Jason and the other members' camp cross are being trained...but for what reason? There's something odd and not right about the place. In this sci-fi, adventure and suspense novel Jason must learn something: Nothing is as it seems.This the first book. Please put a like and subscribe/follow if you haven't already(click the Bell on my profile page).
My body was jolted awake, sore and disoriented. I looked around my vision foggy and to my great surprise realized that I was on a school bus. I attempted to stand up but felt a tug on my wrist and looked down to see that I was handcuffed to the seat.
"I see that you're finally awake."
I jumped and noticed a big guy with a goatee sitting on the aisle across from me. He had a cigarette in one hand and a rifle in the other.
My memory was blank. "Where the fuck are we going?" I asked, feeling the rise of panic.
"First of all watch your mouth and second, to answer your question, you're on a bus headed to a camp located in Nevada. I can't tell you much more yet."
The bus driver must have noticed that I was awake because he called back, "we'll arrive at camp in about 4 hours."
"Thanks Mack, '' said Goatee guy tossing the remains of his cigarette out the open window. Mack nodded back and focused back on the dusty, pothole filled road.
I sat back and stared out the window, watching as a cactus passing every few seconds.
It was midday before the bus slowed down. Goatee guy got up and unhooked the handcuffs from the seat, keeping the handcuffs well secured on my wrists. Goatee guy must have sensed my anxiety because he grunted,
"Those won't be taken off until we arrive at the camp. They're for security purposes.
They got off and the bus driver drove away.
"Follow me," barked Goatee guy.
It's not like I had much of a choice.
Goatee guy led me past prickly cacti, dirt mounds and several tumbleweeds until they came upon a clearing. He stopped, looked around and pulled what looked to be a rectangular box with several numbers and buttons. He pressed a variation of numbers that I didn't see. Goatee guy pressed his thumb to the phone like thing and looked up.
"You might want to step back kid."
Abruptly the ground rumbled and to my astonishment what he thought had been sand and dirt was a big concrete trap door that slowly slid open.
"Lets go," Goatee guy muttered.
I followed him down the flight of stairs. The big concrete trap door closed back on them as if it had never been opened. Goatee guy led him to what looked like an elevator.
"Nothing and no one has detected or found our camp. The camp was built underground so no satellites would detect us. It is a high security base."
They both stepped into the elevator and rode down, none of them saying a word. The elevator doors slid open and Goatee guy took off the handcuffs.
I stepped into a brightly lit hallway. Goatee guy led me down a long hallway and stopped at a red door. He knocked briefly and slowly opened the door. Inside was a big expensive looking office. Behind a big mahogany desk sat a handsome dark haired man. He was writing something down but stood up as they entered. The man walked around the desk and walked towards them. He was wearing a very clean suit and shiny black dress shoes.
"Hello Jason, we've been expecting you here for a while now."
I was too distracted to even ask how the guy knew his name.
The man nodded at Goatee guy as if dismissing him.
"Thanks Kent."
Goatee guy left closing the door softly behind him.
I grinned, thinking that I should probably call him Kent and not Goatee guy if he ever ran into him again. I turned around and faced the nicely dressed man.
