Ever-Life the Two Book Set: The C.P.T Incident and Time Trust (25 page)

“This is it, Sir; best reception point.”

“Yes good; we are close enough now.”

Swanson took his own Knofer
out and tapped it several times. Then, he put it on the dirt floor.

“Activate catacomb details.”

The Knofer displayed a five-foot tall hologram of the church, mapping all its rooms.

“Now comes the hard part, men,”

Swanson spoke toward the Knofer again, “GGM-001…Statistics on all life forms within fifty-meters, spherical of church.”

The Knofer placed moving
, glowing dots, throughout the hologram.

“Zoom ten times…Look there;
Mike, below the Edicule. It looks like they are in one of the Kokhims.”

Swanson touched the hologram and it magnified the image
, with even more detail.

“Yes Sir;
that’s them… Look; that one is clearly lying down; unable to move.”

“Excuse me,” Jack said, “Kokhim, Edicule?”

“Edicule is the church location of the tomb of Jesus.” Swanson pointed and explained. “That Kokhim is one of the small short tunnels, throughout the underground, where the Jews buried the rock like containers holding the bones of their dead…Mike; can we get a Carrier to collapse the flooring below him?”

“No, Sir, too dangerous; the whole church could come down.”

“How far is the closest Carrier post, from that spot?”

“O
n the other side of the church, Sir; maybe a quarter mile…”

“All right;
give me your Knofer, Mike.”

    
              Swanson transferred all detail information about the church.

“Mike, go back
; have the Knofer pinpoint every Brock operative…”

“Can you do that?” Jack asked.

“… Take them all out. Meet us at the Crusader Facade entrance to the church; and bring guards. We will give you fifteen minutes. By then, we will be at the Façade.”

“See you soon then, Sir.”

Mike left.

“Have a
seat, you two.”

“What now
?” Bellos asked.

“Just this…”

Swanson put his Knofer on the floor, again; and, with a touch, he pulled up a close holographic view of Ahmed and the prisoner in the tunnel.

“Now we a
re going to say hello.”

Swanson did something Bellos didn’t realize was possible. He projected an image of himself into the tunnel
, in front of Ahmed.  Right before his eyes, in the dark, there was a flickering light the size of a candle. Ahmed froze in terror. A laser type dot began tracing the image of Gordon Swanson from the shoulders up. Ahmed reached for it, trying to slap it. He threw dust at it; but it continued to draw the three dimensional image. It was done within seconds. Ahmed recoiled in fear, as it began to speak, “Hello Mr. Ahmed. Do not be afraid. I will not harm you. I have come to take you to safety.”

Ahmed shook fearing the worst.

“Praised be to Allah,” he stuttered. “ I am not your enemy. Please do not kill me.”

“Ahmed;
calm, yourself. I will be with you soon. Your family is safe; but why do you hold this hostage?”

“I am afraid
…”

“If I can do th
is miracle, and you see me now; surely you know I am not lying to you. Look; and see your family.”

With those words, a different
hologram replaced Swanson’s head, showing Ahmed his wife and two children boarding a plane, with two GGM men.

“At some point, Ahmed, you have to believe. This would be a good time to start.”

“I do; I do; I am frightened, but thankful.”

“Good, my friend. Now; there is no reason to keep your
prisoner blindfolded. You are not the only one who is afraid.”

“When will you free us?”

“We are leaving now. Target 6:13 p.m. You have the clothes?”

“Yes, my l
ord.”

“Please
; make your guest comfortable. If they suspect; it is over. Tell me Ahmed; do you have the vial?”

“Yes, my lord;
and, I have something better.”

Suddenly,
the Knofer cut the image.

“All right you two, let’s hurry,” Swanson said.

…From directly above the underground Carrier station
, one-quarter mile from the main Façade entrance, Mr. Mike instructed five special ops guards…

“Okay men, set your weapons. Be quiet and quick. You all have precisely seven minutes, starting now; go.”

    
              The special clad guards ran silently into the night.

…The night-vision or GGM-glasses were critical…Jerusalem was black, with no moon shining
...

“This way, Jack; try to keep up?”

Swanson led the three through
the dark narrow streets, winding to the church. Suddenly, there was a ping next to Jack. He never heard a real bullet ricochet. He had no idea where it came from. But; his reactions were quick, and, surprisingly, accurate. In one motion, he turned to the left; looked up toward the high building rooftop; pulled his weapon out; pointed and pulled the trigger. The noise sounded like the pop of an air rifle. A Brock mercenary fell behind the three, splat, onto the street.

“Holy shit, Jack,” Bellos said. “Where did you learn that?”

“Hell if I know.”

“Watch it! They have silencers…”

“Silencers?” Jack yelled in a whisper. “I can’t see a fucking thing.”

Come
on; no time to chat; good job, Jack. Our men should be in position by now.”

They began to run fast, crouching,
weaving in and out, to and fro; listening to the pings hit the walls beside them. After 50 yards, or so, the gunfire had them bogged down at the edge of an alley.

“Christ! This is insane,” Jack said.

Then, they heard three, four airbursts; fired from the right and left rooftops above. All went quiet.

“That’s our men.”

Swanson stepped quietly to see around the alley’s corner.

“Over there; there
is the church…And there is Mike, at the Façade entrance.

Mike was waiving
, and also yelled in a loud whisper, “Sir! Come on! This way!”

The three ran
down the alley to the Façade and huddled together, with Mike.

“Well, that was exciting, eh,” Swanson said
, out of breath. “Are we ready, Mike?”

“There are three of Brock’s men inside the church, two on the way to the Edicule
, and one, at its entrance.”

“Where are our men?”

“In position; and ready, Sir.”

Just then, the unexpected happened. They all saw
a man and woman walking quickly, directly toward Swanson. The man had a long dirty brown shawl with a tan straw fedora pulled over his ears. The woman was wearing a babushka, pulled low over her face, and dirty white pants. They had their heads down. Behind them, there was a loud commotion, and then gunfire. The couple started to run toward Swanson, as Mike listened to his Knofer.

“Command-1, command-1;
Brock man down at the Edicule…Do you see the couple?”

“Yes;
we see them. Take all Brock men out now! Repeat; take all Brock men out now!”

With another three airbursts, it was over. The other Brock special-ops
, in the church, fell silent, without public notice.

Mike stepped between Swanson and the couple. Jack
’s and Bellos’s eyes fixed on the couple, as the man reached into his pocket.

“Sir, my Lord, it’s me, Ahmed. I saw you in the tunnel. Please do not shoot. Here, here is the vial.”

Swanson extended his hand and received the small tube. Behind Ahmed, the hostage stepped forward and lifted her head.

Bellos was stunned.

“Angie, Angie?”

She leaped into his arms.

“Get to the cars, Mike.” Swanson said.

“Yes Sir;
this way.”

They all turned and walked
, quickly, out the doors, across the courtyard, to two waiting cars. Swanson stopped in front of one and spoke to the couple.

“Ahmed, you and your family are safe now. We have arranged for safe passage to the destination your wife gave us. You go with this man, and all will be right?”

“Thank you my lord,” Ahmed said gratefully. He bowed and kissed Swanson’s right hand. Mike led the man to a small, inconspicuous car, a few yards away. Ahmed got in the back seat and looked one more time at Swanson. As he rolled the window up, the car drove away.

Angie, on the other hand, was shaking and held tightly onto Bellos. Once in the limo, she broke down
, crying again, “Oh my God, oh my God.”

Bellos tried to console her, “Angie, it’s all right
, now; believe me, it’s okay. Can you tell us; what is the last thing you remember?”

“I was in a van. Then I woke up with tape over my eyes and mouth…Oh my God, oh my God!”

Swanson took out two hand held medical extractors, from the glove compartment. He stuck one into the vial that Ahmed gave him, extracting the liquid; and then, he turned to Bellos.

“Mathew, please; hold her steady
; for just a second.”

“No,
please; she’s been through enough.”

“Doctor, c
ome to your senses. Look at her. If she is Angie, who is at Ever-life? We have to know now; then we pick up Brian, and go back. Mathew, she’s not the one who knows everything.”

Angie looked up at Dr. B. terrified.

“Do we have to do this right now?” Bellos pleaded.

“Yes
; we do.”

“Angie,” Dr. B. said, “t
rust me, this one last time. I will explain everything. Believe me; you are safe now child. I promise.”

Angie nodded
, shaking, with tears in her eyes. Bellos held her head to his chest firmly. Swanson pressed the round edge of the other small tool to her neck, and he touched the button. There was no pain; just a short slurping sound. The syringe swelled and filled with liquid. Swanson leaned forward and handed the tool to Mike.

“Transmit all data. L
et me know immediately.”

The car
drove through the narrow streets to the Carrier station. The four men and Angie got out quickly, and went down to the GGM tunnel site. They entered back into the same Carrier, where Marion Brock still sat, waiting.

“Mike, where is young Mr. Sheldon?”

“They are bringing him down now, Sir. There he is, over there; very interesting; one implant removed; lots of information; and we told him what it was. He is quite the sport.”

“Everyone is here, then. Let’s move.”

Swanson stepped into the Carrier and walked to the round sidewall, across from the others. He seemed to disappear, as the wall extended out and wrapped around him. Once alone, he turned on his Knofer and called Ever-Life. Dr. LuAnne appeared; and she spoke quickly, “We tested bath samples from both females; one that you just sent and one obtained here. I am sending analysis now. I estimate her age at two weeks. She could start breaking down, within two to three months; sooner is my guess, given the butchery of those lunatics. Bottom line is, we have only one dose.”

Swanson took a deep breath and replied, “Thank you, as always Doctor. I hate these people. Please process what you have and inject Dr. Richard.”

As Bellos held Angie, they watched Swanson reappear again from containment.

“May I have your attention? Jack; we have the catalyst bath
, needed for you; and we will proceed you’re your C.P.T.; as soon as we get back. But; we also have a big challenge. Brian, I hope you have clarified your loyalties.”

“I’ve always been loyal to my family first. I had no idea what Mr. Brock was doing.”

“I believe you, son. Will you help us now?”

Brian looked at his dad.

“Yes, of course; but, what can I do?”

Swanson whispered to Mike, “Please escort Jack to Dr. LuAnne upon arrival.”

He then turned to the group.

“Mathew, Angie, Brian, please come with us. Unfortunately
, we still have work to do, here.”

Bellos hugged Angie and then released her.

“Come on; it will be all right.”

The four stepped to the opposite side
of the room. Swanson studied his Knofer, for a few seconds; and then, he faced the wall and spoke in the strange Ever-Life language, “Swanson GGM-001…Open.”

The wall b
ecame a thin and a transparent door slid to one side. Marion Brock looked up and smiled, as they entered one by one.

“Well
, Dr. Bellos; I knew you would be back. I didn’t expect you would have such esteemed company, though. Hello, Gordon; Brian…”

Swanson had a slight smirk
.

“Hello Marion. Please everyone; sit.”

Immediately, four comfort high back Victorian chairs appeared.

“Impressiv
e;” Brock said, a bit surprised, “glad you know how to do something, Gordon. You should take your magic show on the road.”

“Yes;
well, we are on the road, Marion. It is time to finish this long stupid farce.”