Free The Alignment Ingress by Thomas Greanias

scientist had said. “Soul is in the realm of theology, we are in the realm of physics. The state of particles and energy patterns in sensitives can become entangled with the state of matter at certain sites. In a sense, part of the sensitive stays at the site. They can be influenced by it throughout their lives.”
    “You use the term ghost?”
    “No. We try not to delve into the realm of popular culture either. And as Mr. Johnson is, by all appearances, still alive, it would not be an appropriate term.” She was having fun with him. That was OK, he was having fun with her. After a lifetime as a “cleaner” at various three-letter agencies, it was a fun job.
    “So what do you want me to do?”
    “Just be there. Report what you see. It will be of great interest to us to see whether the Enlightened or the Resistance control the portal at 5 p.m.”
    His watched signaled 5 o’clock had arrived. He peered into his Ingress app. A shout went up. It was green. The Enlightened had won. 802 would be buying beers. No part of him believed that this was going to have any effect on a Niantic scientist several thousand miles away sweltering in a jungle.
    Hank’s mind snapped back to the present. As the resonator came online, the portal began to glow green and bright for the first time in probably millennia. Lights flashed in the jungle. Some kind of energy surged within him. He didn’t know it yet, but he was enlightened.
    Power coursed through his body as Hank deployed seven more resonators. On screen Hank saw the last resonator drop into one of the pre-defined octant slots, the perfect point in space where string theory meets Euclidean geometry.
    And then suddenly it was all over. The ancient portal was now pulsing bright green, radiating with stable and elucidating energy.
    Hank had never felt more alive.
    Back inside the production van not far away, Rosier watched what was happening to Hank from the monitors while Michaels could see it with his own eyes from behind the bulletproof windows.
    Hank was standing at the edge of a portal, the ancient stone resonators flashing all around him. The portal suddenly lit up like a bonfire of green XM. Sparks flew everywhere.
    The skyline was green with XM. XM clusters erupted. And for a few moments, it was all visible to the naked eye.
    It was spectacular, at least to the spectators.
    Rosier zoomed in on Hank, who was just standing there, holding his scanner like Benjamin Franklin controlling his kite in a thunderstorm. He was motionless, bathed in cosmic fireworks.
    Rosier had turned on the comms and was flooded with mercenary voices shouting in different languages. He picked up enough to know that the locals had broken and were on the run.
    The curse, for them, was true.
    Then Rosier heard retreat orders from the outside mercenaries, who didn’t believe in curses but weren’t going to stick around to find out if they were wrong. They were getting paid to fight, not die.
    As quickly as the explosion of sights and sounds had erupted, it was over outside. Hank stood out there alone as stiff and silent as one of the stone resonators that had suddenly gone cold. The sky faded from green to black. Rosier exchanged glances with a stunned Michaels. The only thing he could hear now were a few raindrops on the roof.
    NIANTIC LINKS
    Cahokia Mounds
    Enlightened

CHAPTER 11
    Egypt
    A nother day, another hosing down in the cellar beneath the Zawas villa for Conrad Yeats. Today, however, the Egyptian guards unlocked his irons and tossed him a white cotton galabeya to slip on for his soiree with the mysterious Doctor Omar. The Egyptian guards escorted him up some stone steps and out into the blinding light of day.
    As they crossed a lush courtyard, he could hear the sound of babbling water and smell almond trees. They passed through an iron gate into the villa’s library.
    Well, this is certainly better than I expected.
    Then again, his left forearm was sore. He began to rub it and looked down to