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Every Year Phil Morles would take his annual vacation in southern California, on the beaches. He loves it down there. Not to live, but just to visit for three to four weeks each summer. Yeah, it may sound boring to you, but for a geek like him, he loved it. If it was not for the fact that he drove there each year, he would have never met Jewell Scarpone. In addition, he would have never ended up running for his life three quarters of the way across this country. It was a mind dulling experience and a life altering process. For one who had never killed anyone let alone held a gun, this experience would be both a blessing and a burden. it was just a simple rest stop in the northern part of Cowlitz County, Washington. Phil was southbound on Interstate 5 and needed to use the facilities. How many people do that every day, year around, all over this country? It was just his luck to do it in the one place where Jewell Scarpone happened to be waiting for a ride. What Phil did not know was that when he first met Jewell, the game had been playing for a number of weeks, had started in Chicago and had worked its way all the way out here to Washington State. That game would put the whole mob out hunting for Jewell, and now Phil, in retribution for the death of the son of a mob boss back in Chicago. It turned out to have been Jewell's best friend and the boss was his friend's dad. You know a family thing. Just being with Jewell marked Phil for death, he had done nothing to deserve it, just being with Jewell was enough. What started out as a dream vacation had turned into a nightmare, and Phil had no idea how it would come out. Once into it he had no choice but to join in with Jewell and fight for his life, as best as he could under the circumstances. Join Phil and Jewell as they fight their way across the country to find and confront the one man that held their lives in his hands. Their purpose was to take the battle to that man and take the final step that would clear them of the revenge he was looking for.
It started out as a simple dig, looking for what I thought was a tunneling machine, only to discover we were right on top of an alien outpost. Did I also mention we were noncombatants? That's right. No military within five hundred miles and they hit us with a nuclear bomb. Me? I'm just a guy who was asked to take part in the dig and to supervise and oversee the actual process of digging out this monster machine. Just bare the machine so the experts can get to it and figure out what it is and why it's there. That's it. And, all hell busts loose. My name is Joe Nash. I ended up here simply because I'm an expert in engineering and they needed me to expose the machine they were trying to get to. So, I find myself deep in the Brazilian forests at the eastern side of the old Guiana Mountain foothills, running a dig that would eventually bring the whole of the world to the edge of total war. Oh, did I mention they set a nuclear bomb off at our dig site? Come on people, it's just a stupid archeological dig and nothing more and you hit us with a nuclear bomb. Follow Joe and his fellow team as they deal with the unknown and the death of some of their personnel by the cubes. A machine that controls the outpost and protects it from anything that attempts a forced take over of the outpost. Their mean things that can kill you in an instant.
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