All Roads Lead to Ternopil
Ternopil is an Oblast – or Region – in the western part of Ukraine. Its capital is also named Ternopil. It is geographically closer to Slovakia and Poland than any other country. It considers itself “Western” (translated: European) in culture and is more aligned with Ukrainian separatism and cutting all ties to Russia. Some call it Russophobic. The recent Military Activity by Russia in Southeastern Ukraine and the Donbass has cemented Ternopil’s‘ allegiance to United States politics and NATO mindsets.
Ternopil, accordingly, being about 365 kilometers (228 Miles) from Kiev and deep inside a “Western Redoubt” of the country – a section that used to be called “Galicia” and was once a province of Austria-Hungary – is perfect for United States CIA and NSA outposts and shenanigans. It is honeycombed with NATO listening posts, Radar installations, subsidiary arms research laboratories, NATO Command Staff Facilities – and Bioweapons Research Installations.
Who built these Bioweapons Research Facilities in Ternopil Oblast – a mere 200 miles from Poland? NordPharma Group of Zurich, Switzerland – that’s who. All the puzzle pieces are finally coming together.
And who is the prime sponsor for military bioweapons research undertaken in Ternopil Oblast by NordPharma?
The United States of America – that’s who.
Simon Magus, Longinus, Heinlein and Leeds are minutes away from Landing at Rzeszow-Jasionka Private Airport in Medyka, Poland. They’ll make their way across the Poland-Ukrainian border and be at the premises of ActioPharma Biolabs in Ternopil Oblast, Ukraine in about three hours. By dusk, they should be onsite.
A special corps of BratvaVarang ex–Spetsnaz hunter-killers will meet them there, complete with communication coms, overhead drones, Ultraviolet and Night Vision monitors and enough weapons to start a revolution in a medium-sized country.
BratvaRus has arranged for the Russian Federation Air Defense forces to be standing by. Once Simon Magus give the green light, seven Iskander Type XTV Thermobaric Guided Missiles are going to incinerate the ActioPharma Biolab Facility. The Russian Federation does not want bioweapons research being undertaken in Ukraine by NATO or anyone else. They are in complete accord with Simon Magus’ plan.
As the Gulfstream Jet puts wheels on the tarmac at the little private airport in Medyka, Heinlein looks at Simon Magus and says out loud what everybody else is just thinking.
“The US Government knew that ASTRA was being produced and Aerosolized at Ternopil all along….and they knew the Antidote was being made there, too! Did the NSA and CIA help us get a lead on Aleah al Sacrede just to screw up our investigation? Or are rival factions inside the US Government actually on our side – and this is their way of maneuvering the BratvaRus to make sure Russian Iskander missiles rain down Hell on that biolab and destroy ASTRA forever?”
Simon Magus takes on a pensive look – and speaks guardedly.
“I know that there are many factions inside the United States – the so-called Deep State bureaucracy – that have their own agenda. I also know that there are factions inside the CIA that are allied with Vampyres. Why? It’s a Satanic – Demonic thing. There are Rogue Elements everywhere.
We can only do what’s right; take help where we can – and be very careful who we trust. If the CIA knew about ASTRA and its Antidote being produced at Ternopil Oblast – then Archon Alius must be pretty pissed that he was kept in the dark about it. What can he conclude? That some of his brethren are feathering their own nests – leveraging Vampyre ASTRA hysteria to their advantage? Perhaps the younger Vampyre generation wants to challenge Alius’ leadership. Perhaps they want to depose him. Treachery is as old as History itself.
Be that as it may – I believe the United States is fragmenting. Politically, it is spinning apart.
Whenever 5% of an elite class controls 93% of their country’s assets, one has to be blind not to see Revolution on the horizon. These are the wages of Predatory Capitalism. The economics are unsustainable. I’m glad Longinus and I now live in Cyprus. I don’t like what I’m seeing in America. People are angry and drowning in debt. Civil War is a real possibility. You’re a Cop – and you’ll be on the front lines. I don’t envy you.
I’ve lived through such times in other countries in my rather long life – and I discern the signs of what is coming. The United States may be at the end of its string. Nothing lasts forever. Even Longinus and I will someday be called home by Archangel Gabriel.
We must have faith in our Lord, Jesus Christ”.
Ternopil
Quiet forests hills and verdant, cold meadows. There’s a crust of recent snow on the ground. The ActioPharma Biolabs Facility is an industrial grade, seemingly unguarded corrugated metal pole barn twenty kilometers outside Ternopil City. It’s a misty, fog-enveloped cow pasture the middle of nowhere.
The building is about an acre in size. Six cars are parked in the lot along the West side of the crude building. Thick electrical conduits extend up from the ground up to its roofline on each of its four side – tremendous power must be feeding into the place. A soft “Hummmm” can be heard and felt through the surrounding forest floor.
A small plate on the front steel door reads “DO NOT ENTER. ACTIOPHARMA BIOLABS” in English and Cyrillic lettering. Directly over it is video camera and Iris scanner – neither of which is indicating a green or green light signifying active or paused operation. There’s four camera stanchions – one at each corner of the building. They also indicate no active operation status.
Tech Sargeant Pavel Horvat comments to the whole cadre through his coms hookup.
“Those are BOSCH 719SSM CAMS; if they were powered up they’d be showing a green dot blinking under each Lense. Those cams are dead.”
The lack of activity and quiet around the building is eerie. No birdsong or animal noises from the surrounding forest trees or vegetation. Daylight has faded into a murky, foggy glimmer. A parked black KIA Telluride in the lot is idling – there’s visible exhaust vapor coming out of its tailpipe.
Simon Magus dispatches Major Stjepan Markovic and two operatives to investigate. They slowly creep around the other vehicles until they can peer inside the idling KIA.
Markovic makes his way to his target. Everybody is covering him with their AK15 assault weapons. In the foggy and damp cow pasture environment, his breath can be seen despite him using shallow “stealth” breathing techniques. Finally, he quickly crouches up and peers inside the vehicle. He’s on the audio coms hookup immediately.
“Middle-aged male sprawled across the front seat and console – throat ripped open. Vampyre attack. Blood everywhere. Heading back.”
Simon Magus isn’t pleased. Longinus doesn’t look encouraged, either. He stares at the cold ground, just shaking his head, disgusted.
“We’ve been played”, he grumbles. The Master admits the same conclusion.
“Looks like they got the drop on us. Let’s move in. Blow the front door with Centex shaped charges. Stay sharp.”
An explosion blows the steel front door in. There are no alarms or other ruckus. Inside is quiet. And ripe. It smells like the circus came to town. There’s torn, ripped bodies strewn about – looks like five people in total. The facility is an autopilot-run operation controlled from somewhere else, maintaining a limited staff to minimize biohazard dangers – if an accident happened, then the entire facility can be remotely detonated and erased from the map like it never existed.
Simon Magus knows that these “throw-away” BioLabs were set up by the United States CIA throughout Ukraine with help from useful idiots in the pharmaceutical industry. They manufacture drugs and viruses that most countries outright ban. The viruses come in handy when political expediency requires releasing a pandemic somewhere the US wants to claim “plausible deniability” for. Weaponized terror is mainstream diplomacy these days; the “Deep State” doesn’t answer to the American President or Congress. The CIA is its own government. The inmates are running the asylum.
In the center of the main control room is a desk. Dead center on it is a mylar weapons case bearing the crude letters “S M” smudged with human blood. Inside is one vial of clear liquid and a small packet of white powder. And a letter handwritten in perfect script on ActioPharma Biolabs stationary.
“SIMON MAGUS:
I HAVE THE STOCKPILE OF ASTRA AND THE AEROSOLIZED CONTAINERS OF DEATH THAT WERE BEING PREPARED HERE. TWELVE CONTAINERS OF EACH – THE ENTIRE PRODUCTION RUN.
ALL SCIENTISTS INVOLVED ARE DEAD. WE HAVE THE COMPUTER DRIVES, CHEMICAL FORMULAE AND PRODUCTION PROTOCOLS FOR ASTRA, ITS COMPONENT PARTS AND THE ANTIDOTE.
AFTER YOU LEAVE, I SUGGEST YOU CALL IN YOUR RUSSIAN ISKANDER MISSILES AND COMPLETE YOUR MISSION. AT LEAST LOOK LIKE A HERO.
I GIVE YOU A SMALL PACKET OF ASTRA AND A VIAL OF ANTIDOTE – KEEP THEM AS MOMENTOS.
UNFORTUNATELY, NEITHER SUBSTANCE CAN BE REVERSE-ENGINEERED OR COPIED WITHOUT CERTAIN PROPRIETARY INFORMATION WE EXTRACTED FROM THE SCIENTISTS IN SERBIA. WE NEGLECTED TO SHARE THAT CRITICAL INFORMATION WITH YOU.
OUR TRUCE IS ENDED. WE ARE ONCE MORE ENEMIES.
CHECK AND MATE, MAGICIAN.
UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN,
ARCHON ALIUS”
Copyright 2026, Jon Croft
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