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Excerpt: An Alien Among Flesh Eaters - Anurag Sharma

The Cold Wall

- Anurag Sharma

Amar drove to the house, the one he still thought of as "theirs," though his name was now just a ghost on the mortgage. He hadn't called first. In his culture, you didn't schedule a crisis; you faced it with the people who were supposed to be your foundation.

He found Rita in the garden. She wasn't gardening, though; she was standing near the edge of the property, staring at the hilly horizon of Western Pennsylvania. She looked fragile against the backdrop of the massive, indifferent landscape.

"The company is gone, Rita," Amar said, bypassing the pleasantries. He stood a few feet away, respecting the invisible boundary she had drawn months ago.

She didn't turn around. "Companies go bankrupt every day here, Amar. You'll find another."

"It’s not just the job," he said, his voice dropping an octave. "The Green Card application is dead. My H1B is tied to the firm. I have sixty days. If I don't find a new sponsor who can take over the filing immediately, we have to leave the country. You, me, and Vinay."

That finally made her turn. Her eyes weren't filled with the fear he expected, but with a sharp, cold calculation. "I am not going back, Amar. I've spent six years building a life here, even if it was a life in a kitchen."

"Building a life?" Amar's sincerity finally cracked. "You haven't left the house in weeks. You don't drive. You don't work. How can you stay here without a legal status? If I leave, your H4 visa vanishes instantly. You become an illegal immigrant."

Rita walked toward him, her footsteps silent on the grass. "You always think you are the only one with a plan, Amar. You always think I am the 'dependent' because that’s what the piece of paper says."

She reached into her sweater pocket and pulled out a small, laminated card. She held it up. It wasn't a driver's license.

It was an Employment Authorization Document (EAD).

Amar stared at it. His mind raced through the legalities. An H4 holder couldn't get an EAD unless the spouse's Green Card process had reached a specific, advanced stage—a stage his application had never touched.

"How?" he whispered.

"I didn't need your sponsorship for this," Rita said, her voice steady and devoid of the bitterness she usually carried. "I filed for a U-Visa months ago. I told them about the 'mental cruelty,' the isolation, the way you kept me dependent by refusing to let me integrate. The lawyer said that in cases of domestic 'control,' there are protections."

Amar felt the world tilt. He had spent years begging her to drive, to work, to socialize—to be free. He had uprooted flowers for their son and spent his lunchtime driving across town to ensure she was never stranded. He had been the one pushing for her independence, yet she had used her lack of independence as the very evidence to secure her own legal safety.

"You told them I kept you here against your will?" Amar asked. His voice was a hollowed-out version of itself.

"I told them my reality," she replied. "And my reality gave me this card. I have a job starting Monday at the local library's administrative office. They prove transport. I don't need your car; I don't need your visa. Frankly, I don’t need you, or your s╔е─▒╩З╩Зy green card."

The "surprise element" wasn't the bankruptcy. It was the realization that while Amar was playing by the rules of a fair society, Rita had learned to play the rules of a broken one. She had found a way to stay in the "land of the richest" by painting him as the villain of her story.

"And Vinay?" Amar asked.

"He stays with the parent who has a future here," she said simply.

Amar looked at the house, the scentless flowers, and the woman he no longer recognized. He had lived his life believing that good deeds bore good fruit. He had sown seeds of care, but he was harvesting a crop of betrayal.

He turned back toward his car. He didn't have sixty days anymore. In his heart, he was already gone.

[An Alien among Flesh Eaters: Coming soon online, in the bookstores, and the libraries near you]

Synopsis: In the land of the richest, the cost of a future is higher than Amar ever imagined.

Amar is a man of protocols. He believes in the school bus laws of Pennsylvania, the precise requirements of his H1B visa, and the ancient laws of Karma: sow a good seed, reap a sweet fruit. To protect his son Vinay’s future, he uproots the fragrant flowers the boy is allergic to, replacing them with a scentless, sterile garden. He thinks he is building a home.

But while Amar plays by the rules, his wife Rita is learning a different game.

Trapped in the isolation of a "dependent" visa, Rita transforms her silence into a weapon. When a corporate bankruptcy threatens to deport the family, Amar finds himself caught in a devastating paradox: to keep his son in the country he loves, he must accept the role of the villain in a story he didn't write.

Moving from the humid foothills of the Himalayas to the icy hills of Appalachia, An Alien among Flesh Eaters is a masterful exploration of sacrifice, the legal labyrinths of immigration, and the silent, heavy weight of a father’s love. In a world where "left is right and right is wrong," Amar must decide if losing everything is the only way to truly save what matters.


The Schedule of V├нhaan

John Clark Smith

10 Samu

Wherein we return to the present from Hut├бn’s recollections
and learn while Hut├бn is in Samu
Carina’s story and her abduction,
the identity of her patron,
Carina’s training,
the Cube Fortress
and why Rita died.

V├нhaan, despite his own agenda, hadn’t forgotten

his willingness to assist Hut├бn with two enigmas—

First, who took Carina, where they took her and why,

and Second, how did Rita perish from a heart attack?

A few surprises surfaced despite the many details,

such as the connection between Carina’s abduction

and the series of events that ended in Rita’s death,

a fact that meant, though rescuing Carina was a start,

Hut├бn sought to know who risks abduction when Carina

had a powerful and protective personal patron

as well as members of the Remnant supporting her?

Long ago he had learned that there is always more to know

and new knowledge leads to ignorance and secret knowledge.

To remind himself he would chant two lines of mystery:

“I think not ‘I know well’ yet I know not ‘I know not;’ He

of us who knows It, knows It, yet he knows not ‘he knows not.’”[1]

After the meeting ended at Andaman headquarters,

Hut├бn boarded a plane on route to a Polynesian

island, Samu—a location The Schedule suggested—

a forested island with gorgeous beaches, rocky cliffs,

one hundred caves, a dormant volcano, several small

villages around its coasts and one large town, Latika,

where The Schedule disclosed they now were holding Carina.

On the way he received a long text message from someone

unknown to him but claiming he was Carina’s patron

yet offered no name while acting as if he knew Hut├бn

and requested Hut├бn ask Carina to contact him—

the assumption being he couldn’t contact Carina

himself but only it seems through the Remnant and Hut├бn—

and say to her Eger, a word unfamiliar to him

until he asked George, which promptly said it was a city

a couple of hours by train from Budapest, Hungary.

Hut├бn was aware that her unknown patron had guided

Carina to the Remnant—she often talked about it—

by encouraging her to go to a Buddhist retreat

in Mount Shasta, California when Udaki was there

and where Carina could show a corrupt Hungarian

politician the toll his harsh policies inflicted

on the constituency until a brutal snowstorm

struck the region, stranding all guests, giving Carina time

to meet and talk with Udaki—the politician’s mind

remaining unchanged—talk that eventually convinced her

to join the Remnant, though the patron had signaled Hut├бn

and Udaki that Carina would be there and how much

he wanted his prodigy to belong in the Remnant.

Yet the meeting was fortuitous for the Remnant too,

since Hut├бn and Udaki also scouted Carina

a few months previous to the patron contacting them

and were impressed with her focus, skills, and maturity.

They too were waiting for the proper opportunity.

Now the patron appears again here, clearly very aware

that something has happened to Carina, and sends this code

word Eger, which will mean something when Hut├бn rescues her,

a rescue that had to remain uncertain as he was

without his team, such as Carina herself, to help him—

since Udaki and he had agreed he must act alone.

Yet the patron was more aware than a code word would show.

This patron also paid for and arranged a covert passage

on a boat captained by a man who knew the back story,

the causes why these events happened, and who was involved.

Though he hadn’t traveled beyond the islands, to Hut├бn

he seemed “to know the world without going about,”[2] a man

essential, for Hut├бn had never visited Samu,

had no knowledge why Carina would have been taken here,

but, most of all, he had always had a dreadful feeling

about abductions—the abducted are either never found

or they are found dead in rarely pleasant ways of dying.

These were his thoughts when he rowed his boat to a dock

distant from busy shores, a place where the captain said

he would go unnoticed, and he trusted the old fellow,

because what Hut├бn did know, he had learned from the captain,

who not only knew about Samu and its politics and society,

but about the people who caused this event to happen.

The captain told the tale as told to him by the patron:

A princess secretly bore an illegitimate child

and let the father raise the child while the princess married,

became a queen, had three sons—one of whom was Prince Andres—

but the princess, now the Queen, learned that the father—who had

a palace of his own on another island—had turned

her daughter into a spy, a warrior, a martial

arts expert, well-versed in weapons, the arts, economics,

sciences, languages, but importantly, a cowgirl,

he was proud to say, as rugged as any gunslinger;

and that angered the Queen more than all the other training

he was foisting on her daughter, because his obsession

with the American West was so vulgar, so irksome

and also so American, a culture she hated,

that, even if he had Royal blood and she could have

married him, she wouldn’t have married him, not when she saw

his own palace and the tasteless interior d├йcor,

an amalgam of house styles from that period—or what

he believed copied the aesthetics of the Old West view

of interiors—with a lot of objects made of wood,

stone, leather, metal, in a simple hand-made rustic look,

and a varied assortment of mounted animal heads.

She couldn’t conceive of walking around every moment

of her day looking at those rugs, furniture, and walls,

but an even greater travesty was when he wanted

his daughter to belong to that cowardly, liberal,

sissy, Sunday school bunch of idealists, the Remnant,

not Dvorak, which she supported and greatly funded,

even using her son Prince Andres on Dvorak’s missions.

No, she couldn’t tolerate that, she had to do something,

and not let an idiot who struts in flashy cowboy

outfits and boots, who attempts to talk in a nineteenth century

accent of Old West townsfolk, try to brainwash Carina.

No, she wouldn’t allow it, none of it, she had to save

the girl and introduce her to the ways of the Queen.

So first she tried to threaten Hut├бn himself by warning him

she would hurt his wife Rita unless he fired Carina,

a common threat that Hut├бn ignored when used against him.

But the Queen wouldn’t be ignored, she continued her plan

to terrorize Rita constantly for several hours

by barking dogs, pounding the windows and doors, girls screaming,

keeping her from leaving, yelling out cruel threats at her,

shooting bullets up to the sky, and non-stop banging drums.

Perhaps another woman might have survived the trauma,

a less fragile personality who feared less the country,

but Rita lived in a state of fright before the terror,

her heart panicked too many times, she fainted and awoke,

fainted and awoke, five times to her worst nightmare,

a scene she had seen in her imagination daily,

till finally the heart, the mind, could not recover

and her life slipped away, with no one nearby to save her.

Afraid no more, her house under attack, Hut├бn’s dog Wink

placed there to keep her company to scare off intruders;

but there were no intruders. The danger remained outside.

Wink’s last defense was to growl and bark and prowl for a while,

but even Wink, when he saw Rita lifeless on the floor,

stopped and lay down beside her, his head resting on her chest,

and stayed beside her until they took her body away,

the entire incident not what the Queen had intended.

She wanted only to coerce Hut├бn to find a way

to release Carina so she would then join Dvorak.

She didn’t want the father to influence Carina,

but in the end, she blamed Rita’s death on weakness and fear,

and refused liability or regret and moved on.

At that point the captain stopped and stared at Hutan’s tear-streaked

face, this part of the story making him so furious

he couldn’t stop his tears and rushed on quickly to the sea

as if he was intending to plunge into its dark depths.

Instead, he stopped at the edge and picked up a couple shells

and hurled them into the water, then fell on to his knees

and cried with far greater force, ending in a long shrill scream.

After, he became very still and tried to meditate

and “turn the light around to shine inward so that the mind

is not aroused by things,”[3] as he had practiced so often,

finally relinquishing himself to the true story

of how Rita died and dissipating his emotions:

‘The Queen killed Rita? She caused her death? Carina’s mother?’

The Queen never seemed to care whether her first paramour,

Carina’s father, had big plans for his brilliant daughter

or wanted her to become what he could never achieve

even with all his money, a good outlaw in the Wild

West—but the “west” in this case was his homeland, Hungary.

He raised her to combine all her training, skills, and knowledge

and ride into towns where corrupt evil people govern

and save the town, to do what he wished someone could have done

for his grandparents, immigrant victims of tyranny.

None of these plans did the Queen know, and, if she did, she would

have rebuffed them, even if all those tyrants Dvorak

controlled and were planted there for the welfare of the town.

So the patron, Carina’s father, watched her life slowly

unfold, proud how she was growing into such a woman,

and expected—with no help from The Schedule—that the Queen

would try to change her views and ask her to join Dvorak,

or if not, she would then jail her to prevent an escape

so she couldn’t return to the patron’s choice, the Remnant.

Those were the first assumptions, but the patron was guessing

about the plans of the Queen, with no knowledge where the Queen

was holding Carina, since the crisis now in Eger

required Carina be found and freed as soon as he could

or the crisis there and in other towns would escalate.

The captain explained that the caves were the best means to move

around the island without being noticed and Hut├бn

should use them to find her and return her to the same place

the captain brought him and take her home on the same boat route.

Hut├бn stopped for a moment, sitting on the sand, and thought

about Carina, how she was always supporting him.

“What are tributes, freedom, or youth compared” to her,[4] his muse,

how effective she had been in executing his plans,

how he first noticed her when she was dancing with Prince Andres

and how her two giant guards had quickly rushed her away,

but even then, he wondered why someone targeted her.

Carina believed Dvorak was trying to threaten

her patron, but Why threaten her patron? Hut├бn had asked.

Was her mother the Queen somehow behind the poisoning?

Yet that made little sense to him: why poison Carina

when she was abducting her now for another purpose?

So Dvorak once again became the perpetrator

who sent Prince Andres to poison Carina at the ball

without knowing she was his half-sister, their true motives

unclear at first to Hut├бn, since he saw no connection

to Prince Andres, who broke the maxim of a follower

and a sage: “Follow not that of which you have no knowledge.”[5]

But now Hut├бn understood why the patron was a threat.

The patron planned to challenge Dvorak’s ubiquitous

dictators, not only in Hungary, and the patron

had trained Carina to stop Dvorak, even enlisting

the Remnant to help before they focused on The Schedule.

Yet Dvorak wasn’t behind this Samu abduction,

this was the Queen’s scheme—though Dvorak would gladly back her—

a personal matter between the patron and the Queen

where the Queen had to prevent this molding of her daughter

by what she described as anti-establishment, vulgar,

na├пve, idealist propaganda and corruption.

After these thoughts and the captain’s avid encouragement,

Hut├бn entered the caves and took the captain’s instruction,

as well as the information given by The Schedule.

Most of the trip was dark, even with a light evident

far down different paths, each leading to a different

location on the island, some of them stopped at the shore

areas, others remained level and led to inland

spots, while thirteen opened to the city, exiting

from the underground into diverse places, such as shops,

people’s homes, from under the street, the churches, and temples,

the police station, the bank; but the captain, who had lived

his life on Samu, guided him where The Schedule pointed.

Hut├бn came up from under the street and was confronted

with a two-story concrete cube without windows or doors,

and he thought, as he sat on a curb on the street and watched

at least six people roaming about and looking at him,

‘Now this building reminds me of a place to keep someone

abducted or imprisoned.’ Entering it from above

or below the building were choices anticipated

by Hut├бn, for which the patron gave a helicopter

but which couldn’t be useful until her situation

was far more clear. The Schedule could say she was in a room,

it couldn’t describe her plight. Hut├бn needed to witness

how they were guarding her and her mental and physical state.

He walked up to the building and scanned its walls to find out

if there was a way he could climb up, but nothing appeared.

He went around the back of the building to see if there

was a fire escape or some other device for scaling,

yet each side of the cube looked like a military fortress

without any means to enter. He hurriedly returned

to the curb and realized that entrance from above may not be feasible.

Perhaps from below a cave path might lead to an entrance.

He climbed down under to the path that brought him to the street

and tried several underground paths until he found one

that The Schedule approved as leading to the concrete cube.

The path had four guards, two at the start, two at the end,

Hut├бn disabled the first two with paralyzing gas,

the second two he allowed capture until they opened

the door and then spit out two knock-out darts at their forearms,

dressed in one of their uniforms, and cautiously wandered

up the spiral stairs to an open and dim vestibule

so frighteningly quiet he had to remove his shoes

and tread lightly the next spiral stairs to an oval shaped

area bordered by Corinthian pillars, at the center

a blue pool with Carina floating there on a mattress

face up, a rope tied to legs and arms and to four pillars.

Hut├бn hid behind one of the pillars, looking for guards.

Though no one was noticeable, he knew they must be close

since she needed to perform basic functions at some point.

After an hour of waiting, two female guards came, released

the ropes so she could stand and walk up the steps in the pool

and offered a table, chair, and a portable toilet.

Carina sat and ate her meal, used the toilet, returned

to the water without speaking or any protesting—

which Hut├бn found most odd, ‘Was she doped?,’ he thought at the time—

but he learned that escape from this trap was impossible.

He had to act quickly since soon the effects of the gas

and the darts would wear off and the guards would quickly find him.

When he saw the guards leave, he cut the ropes, and Carina

followed him to the roof, where the guards appeared and attacked,

but Carina had no difficulty defeating them.

While the helicopter flew them to the shore, Carina

kept her arms around Hut├бn and continuously thanked

and kissed him, and for the first time did what she had promised

she would do, laying on that mattress in lonely darkness:

express her true feelings for this man she had so long loved

and ignore the risk that had always plagued her. I love you,

she whispered in his ear, and he held her face a long time

and stared into her eyes and in them Rita was smiling.

A stubborn wall of bricks crumbled for such a waiting heart

that pounded hard at the sight of her and feel of her skin,

and as one once blind, he acquired vision with her embrace.

I love you too, he said, the words changing a man grieving

into a man looking into a future that could be bright and light.

I’m sorry you had to wait so long for me to see you,

but that’s done: Forever now you’ll be “in my hair and eyes.”[6]

They returned to the same shore where awaited the captain

who took them to the patron’s island and a private jet

that flew them both back to the headquarters of the Remnant.

On that jet was the patron, Carina’s father, in tears,

so happy to see his daughter escape from the Queen’s trap,

but who soon returned to his own plans to free Hungary

from the many tyrants now installed there by Dvorak,

plans that Hut├бn and she eagerly heard and accepted,

and on which the Remnant had labored before The Schedule

but upon which they couldn’t act until they had resolved

all the problems and present dangers facing the Remnant.

 



[1] Kena Upanishad, 10, trans. R. E Hume. Principal Upanishads dated ca. 800 to 300 BCE.
[2] Dao De Jing 47, trans. Ariane Rump.
[3] The Secret of the Golden Flower, VIII.11, trans. T. Cleary.
[4] From “The Muse,” by Anna Akhmatova (1889-1966), trans. S. Burnshaw.
[5] From The Quran (610-632), Chapter 17, trans. M. Z. Khan.
[6] From Kenneth Fearing’s poem, “Love, 20C The First Quarter Mile.”

The Schedule of V├нhaan

John Clark Smith

9. Deception

Wherein we discover what happened to V├нhaan,
how and why V├нhaan developed The Schedule,
the events of the copy shop,
the secret patron,
the fate of Aaron,
the secret missions of Vihaan,
why V├нhaan cannot trust anyone,
and the origin of Hydra.

While Selma was considering ways to stop Gillian

both for professional and for strong personal motives,

while the Remnant was searching for how to rescue Aaron,

and Hut├бn calculated how he would find Carina,

when a large number of Hydra’s own militia pointed

their weapons at Dvorak’s group, and Remnant agents were

waiting for Fisha to arrive, an event occurred that

none of these strategists—Hut├бn, Selma, or Gillian—

anticipated, though, in hindsight, they could have if they

had asked themselves a few questions, such as: How did a man

such as V├нhaan, an apparently hermit-type techie

with a love of art, who seemingly had no connections

to any covert service or confidential records,

create a system like The Schedule that could find, collate,

and understand so much information, and not only

display it in many ways, but also masterfully

use it to forecast with a high degree of success what

might happen if a certain person or event was dropped

into a mishmash of possibilities? How did this

quiet and introspective fellow create a worldly,

insightful, intuitive, and powerful program linked

with the Internet, other world networks, and numerous

secret communication programs, as well as every

media and data source in the world, without someone

noticing him doing it or bothering to question

or research his background? And equally important, where

did this unassuming fellow obtain the funds for such

an expensive enterprise, one that would require such top

secret links as well as access to so many records?

And the simple albeit vague implication of these

and other questions, without knowing the how, why, and when,

would be that V├нhaan and The Schedule were not what they seemed.

Dvorak and the Remnant were understandably more

interested in the consequences of The Schedule

than its origins or its inventor and could be duped

more easily, which also leads one to ask: How did they

know The Schedule even worked? To answer them we must turn

to the first unknown, untested, and experimental

release of The Schedule at a small Mumbai hotel room

with a few groups, including Udaki for the Remnant,

Gillian with MI6, Leonard for Dvorak, Selma for

the CIA, and several others from various

agencies. Yet according to Udaki there was no

one from Hydra; and her observation was accurate,

there was no representative from Hydra, because

at that point the focus and thrall weren’t on the inventor

but on The Schedule and the show explaining The Schedule.

Yet V├нhaan Rickteshvara wasn’t just an inventor

working by himself in a lonely lab without support.

He was a young and poor inventor funded by Hydra,

though he couldn’t admit to such backing. He had to seem

independent of any group or nation, creating

a program that he claimed had the much more limited use

of predicting hurricanes, catastrophes, and the like,

a lie that Hydra required him to voice by contract—when he,

of course, invented a program far greater—and agreed

to offer, also by contract, selected insights

to Hydra from The Schedule—insights verified only

by V├нhaan, since no one at Hydra, or anyone else

in the world, understood how the Schedule operated

or how to interpret its unique code—so that Hydra

could capture, interrogate, or find the location of key

agents of Dvorak, the Remnant, and the nation-states.

Some of these deductions or at least a few suspicions

about him might have arisen if anyone researched

Hydra and its history and not only its present

activities. Yet, to be fair, it’s a forgivable

oversight of the Remnant and Dvorak—weathering

a storm must come first before analyzing how the storm

arose—and Udaki, Hut├бn and Carina had been

in the midst of a storm long before the Schedule became

their target. That indeed, in a way, was the hope or more

the expectation of V├нhaan when he used the Schedule—

keeping Dvorak and Remnant busy with locating

The Schedule and protecting V├нhaan—while he was busy

with three missions: First, finishing his contract with Hydra,

which he now had done by identifying the motives

and movements of crucial Dvorak and Remnant agents.

Second, finishing a mission he wanted to handle

without interference involving a terrorist group

anxious to cause a disaster in Kolkata and make

a crisis The Schedule had picked up needing attention

immediately and which he could only trust himself

to prevent because he couldn’t trust the nation-states lack

of efficiency or the bumbling NGO groups

or their lack of useful expertise about India—

The Schedule had watched them botch so many operations—

and the electronic signs of the terrorist group’s activity were

such that only The Schedule could notice them. But V├нhaan worried

that their agents might see something on the ground unless they

were distracted, so he hoped the Remnant and Dvorak

would pursue him and The Schedule to keep their attention

away from any signs of a no-name terrorist group

that was planning on bombing Kolkata if a certain

person wasn’t elected in India, an event

that not only meant disaster for India but could

be used as a tactic in other vulnerable states;

and Third, the objective closest to his heart and the most

important reason he created The Schedule, unknown

to all, was to locate his missing sister Anika.

All three missions making one point clear: his undertakings

were lone wolf operations based on the analysis

from The Schedule to divert the notice of nation-states,

the Remnant, and Dvorak because, in choosing partners

who wouldn’t interfere, V├нhaan avoided nation-states—

too massive a bureaucracy—had little faith in those

disliked by The Schedule, like Dvorak, because people

like Nicholas made choices by impulse, ego, revenge

or through an ideology, choices sometimes valid,

sometimes not, but overall, too uncertain for V├нhaan.

The Schedule said the Remnant eschewed extreme approaches,

as well as violence, with a bias for democracies,

yet hating popularism, dictatorship and fascism

and wouldn’t make the harsh choices quickly enough for him.

Yet about Hydra’s method there were also question marks:

its decentralized approach he had seen first-hand and thought

it couldn’t work in this kind of crisis, plus its special

self-serving attitude might hesitate too long if it

couldn’t see how it would profit. Hydra’s ways had one point

in its favor and the main reason he selected it

as his first patron: its abhorrence of terrorism—

even though its many victims called Hydra terrorists—

but Hydra had fought terrorism from its beginning,

battling to make a world safe for the individual

and small entrepreneur, not a world of frightened people

or gangs preying on or threatening each other with bombs

or weapons, because in that world each citizen must join

a gang to survive, a world where Hydra would not exist.

Hydra would say: Is there crime if judges are criminals?

So terrorism didn’t benefit the little guy

or his enterprise; and if a terrorist party grew

too powerful or threatening, Hydra itself would have

to morph into a terrorist group or covert body

like Dvorak, the Remnant, or an international

cartel, with professional soldiers, spies, a government,

or a bureaucracy to fight them, like a nation-state,

though The Schedule believed a nation-state would lose fighting

terrorism and V├нhaan too hated the consequences

of terrorism because then the individualism

that Hydra so much prized, despite a few questionable

practices, would disappear and they would have much less time

for V├нhaan’s inventions and advanced scientific work.

Hydra promised him he would have time for his work and full

control of The Schedule, raising two salient points:

the Remnant and Dvorak didn’t realize: V├нhaan

had a key beyond the key they knew, and no one, no group,

could fully acquire it without V├нhaan being alive.

The other point: Who else would have ever signed up V├нhaan

with such limited qualifications? A fair question

with a simple answer. Hydra was a decentralized

operation, million random changing pieces of one

puzzle (as Hut├бn once phrased it), each piece of the puzzle

important to the whole, each with its own power, each piece

able to function on its own or in a harmony

with the whole. Yet how does Hydra find each of its pieces?

Selma certainly didn’t go to some central office

to be interviewed; she received an unsolicited

“invitation” from a “member” unknown to her living

in Turkey. Someone in India invited V├нhaan.

Neither called themselves by or ever used the name “Hydra.”

No one in Hydra or other groups knew its origin

because there was no person, headquarters, town, tradition,

or thing named “Hydra.” It wasn’t an acronym Hydra

gave itself, according to The Schedule, but a title

its enemies labeled it after the creature in Greek

mythology. The Schedule alone uncovered the first

time someone gave it the name Hydra, an isolated event

by someone in the service of a nation-state

to describe an organization he wasn’t very

sure but suspected existed, a thing with so many

heads that no one could possibly control or defeat it,

its name soon so polysemous to its adversaries

that no secret service, government, police, or any

other authority could pinpoint a single mission

or leader, which explains Udaki’s comment to Aaron

that the Remnant never expected to eliminate

Hydra, only to anticipate its path; for Hydra

was constantly shifting, randomly acting and thinking,

all of which perhaps indicates why other groups ignored

the origins of Hydra and the background of V├нhaan

and instead preferred to focus only on The Schedule,

because the great effort to decipher the beginnings

or the processes of Hydra Udaki had shelved long

ago, concluding it was like capturing mercury,

identical pieces splaying everywhere, each deadly,

its processes too slippery, random, and anarchic

for anyone to grasp; but if something could grasp Hydra,

it would be The Schedule, which had tracked Hydra long before

V├нhaan agreed to help them and claimed—though even he knew

it seemed impossible—that it had mapped every movement

of every organized group and had tapped into the files

of every decision and process on earth, allowing

it to know the origin of Hydra; and due to this

knowledge Hydra became his patron and because he knew

Hydra he built respect within Hydra and even some

independence, though by no means general leadership

or authority, and just one small piece of the riddle

but enough to execute his own rogue operations

and particularly keep his independence—he had

learned the hard way in the cardboard slums of Mumbai, where he

would read Goethe, who wrote independence is the greatest

of blessings.[1] But if someone would have asked him—which no one

ever did—how the organization, not the title,

Hydra arose, he knew the answer: the farmer Rogish

Fenterara and his farm. But before that tale is told,

let us think about the effort of V├нhaan to exclude

the nation-states, the Remnant, and Dvorak from knowing

about this serious terrorist threat on India,

how he delayed, deceived, and distracted them from learning

about the threat until there were no noticeable signs.

How could no one but V├нhaan and his Schedule have knowledge

of this terrorist threat? In asking such a key question

clarifies why The Schedule had such value. To others,

such as nation-states, the terrorists behind this crisis

were new and unknown—like the garage businesses that no

one knew before they became Silicon Valley—unknown

to nation-states, Dvorak, and the Remnant, not unknown

to The Schedule, which had an ever-watchful eye that feasts

on minutia and lives to extract, compile, analyze,

and conclude from information exchanged across diverse

electronic, electrical, and digital lines plus

many other sources, and offer answers long before

others could detect it, if they could detect it at all,

then make from the analysis of that information

reasonably accurate predictions, a simple tool

with sophistication far beyond any information-

gathering tools of others, making it impossible

for any known person, organization, or machine

to give this information and its interpretations

more quickly, if at all. But an additional motive

for V├нhaan in deceiving the Remnant and Dvorak

concerning The Schedule—he knew that, even without his

tactics, it was unlikely that any of them would have

seen the signs—was his conviction, due to the fiascos

caused so often by the nation-states and Dvorak when

crises arose, that if others found out about this threat,

they might handle it poorly—he had seen this happen

in several crises and he didn’t want his homeland,

India, to suffer from their incompetence—whereas

he knew precisely what to do because The Schedule would

guide him. It knew about the terrorist plan and because

he had done several minor operations and each

case was successful and, as Hydra asked, anonymous

with no loss to Hydra or its resources, like many

rogue operations of Hydra members—a reason why

V├нhaan preferred Hydra, at least in the short term—Hydra

supported him with materials, a lab, and money.

V├нhaan also knew Hydra’s origins from The Schedule,

which also influenced his decision to work with them.

Hydra began with Rogish Fenterara and his farm,

a farm engulfed by conglomerates and monopolies

that sabotaged his crops and their delivery, threatened

his daughter, isolated his family and gave Rogish

a huge, thick, and deep scar on his back from an “accident.”

To The Schedule Rogish’s story was a “phenomenon,”

an incident in which a solo event involving

individuals or small groups wouldn’t be swallowed by

a larger event or body—like a corporation,

a government, or an institution—phenomena

appearing as a red blip, and The Schedule knew throughout

the earth where these blips happened. These individuals

and small groups, often private groups of farmers and single

entrepreneurs, not so coincidentally became

acquainted with each other through the efforts of Rogish

on a web page—a link that the Schedule’s eye couldn’t miss—

and decided to meet one time in a conference called

“Spanking”—an intentionally misleading name to make

others believe the conference was about something else

to hide attendees harassed for years by monopolies

and conglomerates—where they sat down and tried to find

a solution with help from a rabble rouser, Janak

Waverly, a pseudonym (his real name was Josiah

Jeffries) so that his enemies, of which he had many,

couldn’t follow him or know about his presence, a man

whose speeches and activities The Schedule had unearthed

and categorized as inflammatory and wild as

a Robin Hood con man, even when he helped those oppressed

and forgotten by illegally cheating or robbing

the big corporations and others. Yet soon, according

to The Schedule, from this group of law-abiding, religious

and moral but desperate, frustrated, angry and quite

revengeful farmers, a group one day to be named Hydra

was born, whose purpose at first was to use tactics—many

of them from the hired provocateur Janak Waverly—

to attack the monopolies and the conglomerates

by threatening and deceiving their leaders, employees,

and their families, one at a time; and they did this kind

of harassment for a while—just ordinary people

working from their homes all over the globe—many others

soon joining the group who had the same problems, until this

international group ballooned into a massive list

inside every organization, including major

corporations, governments, and police forces who would

contribute if needed, most of them because they approved

the basic principle of Hydra—to protect the small

entrepreneurs and the independent businesses,

as well as the individual—and a few because

they were frightened that Hydra would harm or threaten their lives

and families. But in time its tactics changed, expanded

into activities that the original group would

perhaps never have considered, “perhaps” because the first

members in their quest for retribution were ruthless

to their enemies and had no hesitation using

threats of death, rape, home attacks, and physical beatings—no

threats or actions exceeding what conglomerates had done

to their own family members for many years prior

to Hydra’s founding—the difference being that the Hydra

of today, after many battles, had more jaded views

and a hatred of authority added to their old

founding principles. Fearing no person, no tradition,

and no institution, regardless how large, the Hydra

of today had grown beyond the simple family farmer

and entrepreneur to include anyone or any

group that was threatened by an unwieldy authority,

though rarely did it stray from individualistic

and paranoid attitudes, maintaining its amorphous

and decentralized core yet spreading its substantial wealth

and resources so broadly throughout the world that even

nation-states and powerful corporations such as banks

couldn’t debilitate it once it disseminated

its wealth among many small and local financial sites—

Hydra wouldn’t invest in any large institutions

and corporations, a sign of its early beginnings

with anonymous little people and small businesses—

yet any “member” could hire or extend a membership

to someone to work for Hydra, though the need or reason

was always obvious to more than one member, such as

the case of V├нhaan and Selma, both of whom were noticed

by Hydra members and were “patronized,” and in this way

Hydra acquired several benefits of The Schedule

without total control, as already mentioned before,

a situation that never irked Hydra since a piece

of the pie was good enough for now, as long as they knew

the rest of the pie still existed and no one had it.

Betraying Hydra, members all knew well, was suicide,

working under its umbrella was a life-long sentence;

which returns us to the confrontation outside the print

shop, an event similar for Hut├бn to the breaking

of the vase by Prince Myshkin,[2] an event where the forces

of Dvorak and Hydra were at a stalemate, Hut├бn

was waiting for them to produce Fisha and free Aaron.

V├нhaan at this moment, with his own agenda and time

frame and his need to know in person the people involved,

decided the deceit had to end, The Schedule bringing

out of the fog people from Dvorak and the Remnant

Hydra had to know better, V├нhaan very confident

there was no way now either Dvorak or the Remnant,

and certainly not any of the nation-states on their

own, if ever—their opportunity had passed, based on

The Schedule—would obtain the sensitive information

about the terrorists without him or The Schedule there,

thus allowing him—having fulfilled the Hydra contract

and able to proceed on his own to prevent the scheme

of the terrorists—to turn around and quickly walk back

into the print shop, an action that of course did startle

and confuse Gillian, Selma, Hut├бn, and Mustfarris,

who would have stopped him but were cautious from the reaction

of those with guns, notably from Hydra or Dvorak.

Dvorak’s forces momentarily froze, waiting on

a clear command from Gillian, while Selma’s militia—

who knew V├нhaan was with Hydra—stopped, leaving Gillian,

Mustfarris, and Hut├бn facing each other, then rushing

together into the print shop. They discovered V├нhaan

wasn’t there, the first assumptions being somehow he had

escaped out the back or hidden away by Hydra

again; and that impression might have remained if Hut├бn,

dubious as ever about either events that he

didn’t anticipate, events akin to The Schedule’s

“phenomena,” or events he didn’t grasp their causes,

because doubt implied he had missed some event in the past

that would explain it. Only one recent event seemed out

of line—V├нhaan’s suicide attempt—so Hut├бn, using

George, examined the pill that V├нhaan had tried to swallow

and upon examination noted that the pill was

not deadly, at which point Hut├бn demanded the return

of Fisha and as he did, a door suddenly opened

from another shop and Fisha was wheeled out, seemingly

in good health and spirits, leading to several evident

but sobering conclusions: the chase after The Schedule

and the need to abduct V├нhaan to obtain the key

were not only wild goose chases, but V├нhaan and Hydra

seemed to induce them to rescue V├нhaan on the island,

a clever, albeit dangerous ruse and way to waste

time for V├нhaan. But for Hydra the thought that Hut├бn had

The Schedule—V├нhaan did deceive Hydra—when he did not,

because it appeared now that Hydra had the chance to use

The Schedule within V├нhaan’ restrictions, and that this fact

explained why to some extent Hydra was always one step

ahead of the Remnant and why Dvorak was anxious

to steal it, the whole series of events disappointing

for Dvorak and Gillian, who turned and left the shop

with their squadron, calculating how they would justify

to Nicholas why this opportunity to obtain

The Schedule or V├нhaan had passed, since V├нhaan clearly was

connected to Hydra, forcing Gillian to suggest

to Nicholas that they continue on the same path

they had taken for the last years. For not even Hydra’s

connection to V├нhaan and The Schedule had as yet stopped

Dvorak’s world operations, and more often than not

Dvorak still succeeded, because more often than not

Hydra had little interest in what Dvorak was

doing. Nonetheless this failure of Dvorak did please

Hut├бn despite his own miscalculations as he walked

away from the copy shop and set in motion the next scheme,

wherein Mustfarris was watching Gillian’s group depart

the copy shop for their cars and had positioned a van

near to her car so that when she appeared, his team

fought the bodyguards around her, shot her with a taser

and abducted her in the van, a large sticker placed on

her window, “Aaron for Gillian,” and within an hour

Dvorak released Aaron, who joined his compatriots

on the boat back to home base on the Andaman Islands

where they met with Udaki and this narrative began.

But the imminent actions of Aaron and V├нhaan nagged

at Hut├бn’s mind, First, Aaron, whom he was certain wouldn’t rest

until he confronted Hydra for abducting Fisha;

Second, V├нhaan, who planned for that one moment to vanish—

though, as master of The Schedule, The Schedule must have helped

him plan the deceit so that others’ timeline would close now.

And who knew why he would choose to play his game of delay

with the Remnant and Dvorak as well as trick Hydra?

Aaron and V├нhaan in his mind urged Hut├бn to begin

strategizing and calculating because he knew that

Aaron would be impatient for his own form of revenge

and V├нhaan would have had a serious reason to play

such a game with the forces of Dvorak and Hydra,

even if deceit can have at times an end quite worthy,

a text ringing in his head from a favorite poet:

“Although deceit is mostly disapproved,

seeming to show a mind malevolent,

many a time it brings, as has been proved,

advantages that are self-evident,

and mortal threats and dangers has removed.[3]



[1] In Johann Wolfgang von Goethe’s West-├╢stlicher Divan (1819).
[2] In Fyodor Dostoyevsky (1821-1881), The Idiot (1869), Part Four, Chapter 7.
[3] From Ludovico Ariosto (1474-1533), Orlando Furioso, Canto IV, trans. Barbara Reynolds.