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of day began to light the cracks in the barn Sam cautiously and quietly replaced the ladder and climbed down. He crept from the barn like a hunting cat but there was no sign of trouble. He slunk past a set of freshly dug graves he had not noticed the night before, the bodies of those who had displeased the visiting Riven. Getting his bearings he set off once again across the plains.

 
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER THREE
     
     
    Pennsylvania, USA
    Sometime around the end of the 20 th Century
     
    A llende. That was how he thought of himself now. He often couldn’t remember his original name. But they had used to call him Bub. Many years ago when he was just an ordinary man. Yes, he still liked that name. He had tried to cultivate new nicknames when he had come here after the accident, the experiment that had gone wrong. He had tried other devil references. But nobody at the secret American base known as Site R had adopted them. That was a long time ago and now they had moved on or died and had forgotten about him down here. He seldom saw anyone down in the dark tunnels and no-one ever saw him.
    Site R was now his home and he rarely left it. Why would he want to go anywhere else? This was where they had bought the chair, his chair, after the experiment which had awakened his telekinetic power. They had called the experiment a disaster, a tragedy. It had all been hushed up. But how could it be thought of as wrong when he had gained the power he had? And he was getting stronger. He hadn’t told them that back when they had still come to see him. But the chair, his throne as he sometimes thought of it, was making him still stronger and he sat in it as often as he could.
    The chair, something which had apparently been made at the same time as the equipment which had caused the USS Eldridge to be transported to another place, was hidden away in a room deep underground and, just like Allende, it seemed to have been forgotten about. Site R was more properly known as the Raven Rock Complex. It was a kind of underground Pentagon, one of the places where the US Government could scurry to like rats should anyone ever press the nuclear button. Impenetrable. Eternal.
    And here Allende was finally becoming something, someone important, like the hero he had always wanted to be. The chair made him feel strong and seemed to be keeping him young. He had outlived everyone else in the experiment. Hidden away in the depths of the mountain he could feel that he was developing into something more. Superhuman. How long had he been here now? He couldn’t remember, his mind was often a bit cloudy in some ways even as it was frighteningly clear in others. But the power, the beautiful telekinetic power, was growing and he didn’t look any older than when he had first come here in the early 50s.
    One day. One day he would take the whole building for himself and rule from here. He had once been creeping along the corridors when he had heard that something had happened above ground. Some big terrorist attack. The Vice-President had come to hide away and Allende had seen him from his hiding place, strutting around like he owned the place. When Allende had that kind of power, that kind of authority, he wouldn’t hide. He would use the strange doorways he now knew about, the lines, to travel to the ends of the earth and the far reaches of time. He’d go back to the very beginning when men feared gods and demons and set up a chain of events which would give him even more power. He’d create the possibility of it all, his own country, no, a whole world where people like him were noticed, admired, even feared. One day, when he had absorbed enough of the chair’s power, he might even destroy it so that no-one would ever be able to compare to him. One day he would bring the world to its knees around him. He would make it look like an accident, something unstoppable, so no-one would think to travel through the lines to change it. He would start a new world,