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    Unsung Heroes: Genesis
    Unsung Heroes: Genesis
    Unsung Heroes: Genesis
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    Unsung Heroes: Genesis

    By Benjamin Grist

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    We were right to call them "special."

    A boy receives a strange visit

    An amateur scientist finds something she didnt expect

    A soldier is struck by a mortar

    These three people all have the condition known as Asperger's syndrome.

    These three people find out that they gain unusual powers when they come into contact with a strange new element, carterinium. They decide to use their powers for good without fanfare and publicity. They call themselves the "Unsung Heroes," and they discover that there are those who would use their source of power to gain power. These three people discover that they are not alone

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherWestBow Press
    Release dateMay 6, 2014
    ISBN9781490834801
    Unsung Heroes: Genesis
    Author

    Benjamin Grist

    Benjamin Grist was diagnosed with Asperger’s syndrome at the age of fourteen. He combined his knowledge of his condition with his love of superheroes to write his first book. He lives with his family in Warner Robins, Georgia.

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      Unsung Heroes - Benjamin Grist

      Copyright © 2014 Benjamin Grist.

      All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced by any means, graphic, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, taping or by any information storage retrieval system without the written permission of the publisher except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

      WestBow Press books may be ordered through booksellers or by contacting:

      WestBow Press

      A Division of Thomas Nelson & Zondervan

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      Because of the dynamic nature of the Internet, any web addresses or links contained in this book may have changed since publication and may no longer be valid. The views expressed in this work are solely those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the views of the publisher, and the publisher hereby disclaims any responsibility for them.

      Any people depicted in stock imagery provided by Thinkstock are models, and such images are being used for illustrative purposes only.

      Certain stock imagery © Thinkstock.

      ISBN: 978-1-4908-3479-5 (sc)

      ISBN: 978-1-4908-3478-8 (hc)

      ISBN: 978-1-4908-3480-1 (e)

      Library of Congress Control Number: 2014907132

      WestBow Press rev. date: 04/28/2014

      CONTENTS

      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Chapter 4

      Chapter 5

      Chapter 6

      Chapter 7

      Chapter 8

      Chapter 9

      Chapter 10

      Chapter 11

      Chapter 12

      Epilogue

      Acknowledgements

      Editor: Karen Layson

      Book cover illustrator: Marisa Molas

      CHAPTER 1

      C aleb Grantson woke up with a start. He had dozed off again while waiting patiently by the phone. His blue eyes looked at a clock on the wall that told him it was midnight. He wouldn’t usually be up at this hour but his parents had allowed him to wake up and wait for the call. He yawned and scratched his head, which was covered with brown hair, before he settled down again to continue waiting in the living room. The only light in the room came from a light fixture that was part of the ceiling fan. The light revealed the few objects that were in the room. There was a television on the far wall, flanked by two very full bookcases. There were two red sofas, one against the side wall and the other facing the television and book cases. Caleb was on the sofa against the wall and next to the end table closest to the phone. Suddenly the phone rang. The fourteen-year-old quickly picked up the receiver and said, Hello?

      Hi, Caleb. It’s Daniel, said a cheerful voice on the other end.

      Hey, Daniel. You said you’d call me at 11:45 p.m. but it’s midnight, Caleb said, scolding his older brother. Caleb had Asperger’s syndrome, and didn’t mind letting people know when they weren’t precise.

      Sorry, Daniel replied. Briefing took longer than usual. Anyway, how are you doing?

      The kids at school are making fun of me again.

      What happened this time?

      I was staring out the window, as usual, trying to remember how to say that the stock market went down five points today in German. Caleb made a hobby of linguistics and could speak fluently in several languages. Somebody told me that I looked like a deer in headlights. I told him that was impossible because a deer can’t fit inside a headlight. Then they started laughing at me.

      There was a sigh on the end of the phone in Afghanistan. Caleb, I’ve told you before, that’s not what that means.

      I know, but I couldn’t help myself, Caleb said. He was starting to feel a little depressed. I think that I would do better if you were here.

      There was a pause in the conversation as Daniel went into deep thought. Caleb, he said seriously, do you really think that?

      Yes I do, Caleb said while nodding his head as if Daniel could see him.

      Okay then. I’ll tell you what. My tour ends in a few days. When I get back to the States I’ll request an honorable discharge. Then I can come home to help you.

      Caleb got excited, You really mean it?

      Yes, I really mean it, Daniel said while chuckling at his brother’s enthusiasm.

      I would really like that.

      It’s settled then.

      Someone behind Daniel shouted, Come on, Sarge! If you don’t hurry we’ll win the war without you.

      Okay, I’m coming! Daniel shouted back. The sound of engines roaring and men shouting was making it harder for Daniel to hear Caleb, so he raised his own voice as he finished talking with his brother. I have to go Caleb. I’ll talk to you later. I love you.

      I love you too.

      Oh! I almost forgot to tell you. Have a happy birthday tomorrow. Or if it’s midnight over there, I guess it’s today.

      Thanks, Daniel, Caleb said while chuckling.

      Goodbye, they said in unison. Caleb put down the receiver, turned off the lights, and went to bed.

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      Sarah McDaniel had just fixed her dirty blond hair into a ponytail and put on her glasses. Surrounding her on every wall in her room were awards from various science fairs she had won. She was now staring through her microscope at a slide containing human blood. She had Asperger’s syndrome and was interested in anything having to do with science. Because of this all of the meaner kids at her high school called her a nerd. But right now she didn’t care about that, because she was busy observing a leukocyte. She had been in bed sleeping, but she got excited about her new slides and decided to look at them.

      Sarah suddenly stopped when she remembered something. She had just read an article about a man named Joseph Carter, an engineer who also had Asperger’s syndrome, and he had invented a new way to mine deeper into the earth for minerals. Because of Mr. Carter’s invention, a new substance was discovered that was easily accessed. This substance was soon found to be a new element, added to the periodic table of elements and named after Joseph Carter. The element was called carterinium.

      Sarah reached into a drawer in her desk and pulled out a permanent marker. She then walked over to a poster displaying the periodic table of the elements that she had on a wall in her room and drew a square underneath the square for element number 87. She wrote inside of the new square the number 119 and the name of the new element. She didn’t know the atomic mass of carterinium but she could add that when she found out. She then returned the marker to its place and continued to look through her microscope. Then she remembered another thing. Her aunt had given her a necklace with a locket shaped like a heart. She hadn’t worn it yet; unlike most girls her age, Sarah wasn’t interested in jewelry. But she wondered what it looked like under the microscope. She picked up the box that held the necklace. She opened it and took out the glowing green jewelry piece, exchanging the slide of human blood in her microscope with the necklace.

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      Staff Sergeant Daniel Grantson sat in the jostling Humvee with the rest of his men. In briefing that morning, they had learned that terrorists who had infested Afghanistan had taken over a town in the middle of the desert. Their mission was to flush the terrorists out and give the people back their freedom. Daniel had come a long way since being diagnosed with high-functioning Asperger’s syndrome in the fifth grade. People could not tell he had A.S. unless they caught him making an occasional social faux pas.

      He was now discussing the different enemies they might be facing with his division’s newest officer, Lieutenant Black. So which do you think is the most dangerous terrorist group? the lieutenant asked him.

      Well, Daniel started, there are only two types of terrorist groups. One starts running as soon as you pull out a big gun, while the other fights to the last man. So obviously the guys who stick around are the most the dangerous.

      Yeah, agreed Corporal

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