Free The Genesis Code by Christopher Forrest Page A

journal?”
    “Don’t do anything with it. And don’t tell anyone what I’ve asked you to do. I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.”
    “Okay, Christian.”
    Madison placed the phone back in its cradle. He felt decidedly uneasy.
    “Ambergris sent me an e-mail last night. At four-thirty A.M. I didn’t think much about it, but now…”
    Madison clicked open the e-mail and spooled it to the laser printer on his desk.
    “What did it say?” asked Grace.
    Madison retrieved a single sheet of white paper from his printer tray and handed it to Grace.
    “That’s just it. No explanations. Just this.”

    Beneath the text was a single cryptic sentence: This is the beginning of the ancient word.
    “I know what this is,” said Grace, running a finger across the rows of digits. “It’s called a Magic Square.”
    “A what?”
    “Magic Square. Dr. Ambergris used to talk about these. He called them Chinese number mysteries. They’ve been around for thousands of years.”
     
    Grace thought for a moment. “Christian, I think Ambergris was trying to send you a message.”
    Crowe marched down a corridor on the thirty-fourth floor, his jaw set in grim determination. As he rushed down the hallway, Crowe spoke into a handheld radio transmitter.
    “Override the security lock on the door to office number 2427,” he instructed a subordinate in the security control room.
    Crowe came to a sudden stop in front of a plain office door. Plastic numbers denoted the office as number 2427. Crowe thought he could hear voices inside.
    “Yes, sir. Done.”
    Crowe heard a small click as the locking mechanism for the door disengaged.
    Quietly turning the doorknob, he drew his 9mm from a leather shoulder holster concealed beneath his navy blazer.

Twenty-five
    63rd Floor, Petronas Towers
Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia
    “Extreme measures?” asked a man in a three-piece suit, echoing Tanaka’s pronouncement. “I must object. Any use of extreme measures would draw a great deal of attention and scrutiny. A tremendous amount of risk.”
    Tanaka appeared to thoughtfully consider the prime minister’s remarks.
    “But also great opportunity,” he finally responded.
    Tanaka steepled his fingers and spoke forcefully.
    “Gentlemen, scientists in two dozen countries are relentlessly pursuing genomic research. Granted, many have been coopted by the Order, or have been sufficiently manipulated to direct the focus of their scientific inquiries away from areas of concern. But how many years will it be before some brilliant young geneticist stumbles upon the same discovery as the dearly departed Dr. Ambergris?”
    Tanaka placed his palms on his knees and leaned forward.
    “Our scientists are making progress in unlocking the secrets of the Genesis Code, but we must have more time.”
    Tanaka’s eyes narrowed.
    “Gentlemen, the potential rewards are too great. And the potential risks of inaction are too severe. Who among you would stand idly by while the secrets of God Himself are within our reach? We can only speculate about what rest of the Genesis Code will reveal to us. The ability to dramatically extend the human life-span. The possibility of eliminating all disease. Genetic manipulation taken to its highest and best uses.”
    Tanaka slowly shook his head.
    “No. We cannot fail to act. We stand at the precipice. We are approaching a paradigm shift that will change the very nature of human existence. It would be foolish…unconscionable…no, immoral, to allow a sin of omission to destroy what we, and those before us, have labored to protect.”
    Murmurs of assent rippled through the assembled members of the Council.
    “Here is what I propose,” said Tanaka.
     
    Crowe took a deep breath, raised his 9mm, and threw open the office door.
    Grace’s office was empty.
    Goddammit.
    Crowe holstered his weapon and yelled into his handheld radio.
    “Listen up. I want you to run the face recognition protocol on all feeds from every security camera in the