Chapter 2

“The Unseen War”

They called them “Code 6s” now—soldiers who had refused the mRNA vaccine when it first rolled out. At the time, the Army had discharged them, stripped their records, and buried their names. 

Caleb had been one of them. But things changed. Quietly, almost without explanation, the Army began pulling certain Code 6s back in. No apology. No press release. Just a sudden reinstatement with full rank, benefits, even back pay in some cases—like it never happened. 

It was as if the military had discovered something it didn’t want to admit publicly: the Code 6s were immune to whatever was happening to the rest.

The knock at the door came just as Caleb set down his Bible. It wasn’t a hard knock, but it carried weight — the kind that wrapped around a man’s instincts and squeezed. He opened it to find Major Andrew Carlisle, Army Signal Corps, eyes darting like they were still adjusting to daylight after too much time in the shadows.

“Sir,” Andrew said without saluting. “Can we talk? Somewhere off-grid.”

Caleb nodded. They took a walk along the ridge behind the armory, boots crunching dry pine needles. Carlisle spoke in a low voice, urgent, trembling but not cowardly.

“It’s real, sir. The infiltration. Not just digital or psychological. Biological. Non-human. I didn’t believe it until I traced packet traffic back through a relay hub outside of Reykjavik. That’s when I saw the files. DNA mapping, not ours. More advanced. Labeled ‘Nephilim 3.7.’”

Caleb stopped in his tracks.

“You’re talking Genesis 6-level stuff?”

“I didn’t want to believe it either.”

The conversation turned into a data dump — encrypted comms, corrupted identities, foreign military movements that didn’t line up with any Earth-based logic. Caleb took it all in, skepticism wrapped tightly around a growing ember of unease. He’d heard whispers in Afghanistan — men disappearing without traces, bodies recovered without fingerprints. The pieces now clicked.

But this wasn’t something to brief up the chain. The chain was compromised.

“Keep everything off-matrix,” Caleb ordered. “No wireless, no GPS. Paper only.”

Andrew nodded and handed over a flash drive anyway, just in case. “Whatever happens, you need to see this.”

Caleb pocketed the drive. He didn’t know it yet, but this moment marked the first true battle line in a war older than history.

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Warped Speed: A Novella (Chapter 1)

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Warped Speed: A Novella (Chapter 4)

Warped Speed: A Novella (Chapter 5)

Warped Speed: A Novella (Chapter 6)

Warped Speed: A Novella (Chapter 7)

Warped Speed: A Novella (Chapter 8)

Warped Speed: A Novella (Chapter 9)

Warped Speed: A Novella (Chapter 10)

Warped Speed: A Novella (Chapter 11)

Warped Speed: A Novella (Chapter 12)

 

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