Ever-Life the Two Book Set: The C.P.T Incident and Time Trust (44 page)

“Our visitors; they are the same person from three different ages in his life.”

“Jacque said the same thing.”

Bellos crossed his hands behind him and whispered to himself, “Oh my…The Carriers”

“May I go back to work, Sir?”

“Yes Tom; we are both going back, together. I need to meet our visitor.”

Bellos’s Knofer ticked on, registering an upgrade in his defense protocol. He spoke into it, “Play events on module 10 wall.”

As he received a mind message from the Carrier elite, his Knofer projected video of the inside of a Time Trust cell, where a young man sat in a lounge chair watching wall monitors. After a brief moment, everything Bellos looked at began to blink, distort and blur, dramatically. The GGM spoke sternly into his Knofer, “What is happening? Reply; Reply!”

“Sir,” Wheeler said, “he is one of our visitors; the young one. I believe you are witnessing another Sidron event, right now. Look at him!”

“My God, all the rooms are secure; right?

“Yes, completely.”

“Tom, get dressed.”

“Look at him?”

The man began to blur.

“He is dissolving, disintegrating.”

“He is gone.”

“We need to go there now, Tom. No telling what will come next. I need to talk to the other two, before something else happens. Whatever these events are; we have to stop them. I need you on this Tom, right now. The Sidron has been breached. It’s being used, stimulated, and
even controlled. We need to find the cause and stop it, or correct it.”

“Then you do believe it to be a time displacement?”

“More than one; they are a direct result of multiple particle displacements. This is a violation of Nature. I need to talk to this man, and the Carrier council.”

“What are we going to do with him-them?”

“I just hope we get to them, before another frequency wave hits.”

Bellos stared at Wheeler and then the monitor with a very worried look. He tapped his Knofer and briefed the colonies’ controllers, as both men walked out of the lab module, to the station boarding platform. A Carrier awaited and they walked into a standard travel room. After getting situated, The GGM began interacting with Post Controllers via Knofer, regarding a multitude of colony issues. Suddenly, he alone heard the voice of the Carrier in his mind,
“Good day, my GGM; I am Allenfar.”

“Hello,” Bellos replied through thought exchange. “Your kind, has been full of surprises today. Report please.”

“I have been assigned to you, strictly speaking, Sir; until we sort out the Sidron situation.”

“What can you tell me?”

“The Carrier high council has instructed me to replace your Carrier 62712 and directly interface with you and Mr. Burns as you instruct.”

“Take us to Post 2, Giza station one, as fast as you can.”

The Carrier went silent and Bellos went back to meetings with various commanders. After a time, he heard a voice behind him, which sounded like a man; but, it spoke in the language of the Carriers. He turned around and saw a humanoid figure, like the one at his ceremony. But this one did not have his arms out in friendship.

“GGM; we must talk, in private.”

He gestured to a door, which appeared instantly. They both walked into another room
.
Once inside, he began,
“I have come to help resolve the threat.”

Bellos replied, “Our situation is the result of a combination of variables.”

“We agree. I have, within me, all information from the council, ready and available to you. We confirmed that one of our Carriers is, in fact, involved…You road within him, months ago, during the C.P.T. incident. He was instructed to rehabilitate Marion Brock. We have been unable to communicate with him. He has acquired much sustenance from Brock. He has enough power to block sharing with the hive.”

“Why would your Carrier do such a thing?”

“We know he had a friend; you would say, she was family for him. She was the Carrier killed in your hospital morgue.”

“Why would he wage a battle against his own kind or mine?”

“We are not sure that is what he is doing. We have traced the events to1965. Carriers are the only species who can travel through time. Now, we believe he has breached the Sidron, without authorization. That is a crime.

We also believe there is something within Dr. Sheldon’s treatise, which will prove most valuable, and give us answers.”

“Well, Jack is a treasure of ideas; that is for sure.”

Bellos thought a moment.

“Interesting…Now, I need to know any history you have, very quickly. Tell me about the lineage of Marion Brock.”

“We will transfer what we have; but, we doubt it is more detailed than that which is available to you already.”

The Tyree Master began inputting facts into the mind of Bellos.

“
Marion Brock, IV inherited his money…Centuries ago, in 1965, Nicolas Edward Brock negotiated the largest ammunition trade, in United States history, during the Vietnam conflict. He played both sides of the war, selling to the Chinese and Western powers. Both sides killed each other using ammunition from the same source. Over the next 175 years, Brock Finance grew overwhelmingly; evolving and profiting again by supporting the first drone warfare, during the surfaces world-wide terrorist engagements. Then something unforeseen happened, within the family. Power and leadership shifted from male to female, as global politics changed.  In 2160, Marisa Brock invested the family fortune to support the new Nazi movement, which overthrew the genocide of Extremist Muslims in Pakistan. She had a son, Marion Brock I, who eventually arranged for her assassination. He stopped selling arms to Pakistan and backed the world movement to wipe out the Nazis from the face of the Earth. It was a global bloodbath but the Brocks’ gained political and financial power in almost every country.” 

“Some things never change.”

“
That success gave the Brocks’ the power and monetary support they needed to become the global leader in high tech arms and ammunition sales.

Today, we believe your Marion Brock IV has decided to invest substantial financial support, in an effort
to control events in time by purchasing Time Travel Research Inc.”

             
“How does Jake Burns relate to Brock?”

             
“After the power shift in 2160, the matriarch’s sister, Ellen Brock, moved from North America to England. She married Zachery Burns; the direct descendant to your Jake Burns.”

“That’s why Jake and Marion have more than similar genetic make-ups.”

“We believe GGM Gordon Swanson found out, quite by chance some time ago, after he met Burns at a weapons convention.”

             
“So Swanson hired Burns, knowing he was related to Brock?”

             
“Some have said, keeping your enemy close is a wise choice.”

             
“But Burns is not our enemy. He is an Ever-Life citizen; not to mention our colonies’ Security Chief.”

“
Correct; as it turns out; he, like Brock, is Compatible with us. Ages ago, before our treaties, our kind rebelled, because of the power ‘compatibilities’ brought.”

“We don’t have those records; and I wasn’t made aware of that. If true, all of Ever-Life is in danger from your rogue Carrier. We could have a war for the first time in our history; and a timeline shift.”

              “Correct; that is why I am here.”

             
“I need to get to the Giza, the Great Pyramid, before we go to the Post 2 station drop. You need to get me inside. Is that a problem?”

             
“
The entire Pyramid is still quite insulated. We should have no problem.”

             
“You know as well as I that the entire Pyramid was a battery, eons ago. I am counting on it to have preserved certain magnetic frequency echoes. That may give us some clues...Tell me why have you allowed yourself to be seen like this? My friend, in the other room, will not forget you.”

“It is time; and, he is a witness of our sincerity. We could not prevent this. Our Grand Council acknowledges the surface wherewithal has evolved. We must postpone our meeting with you, until this matter is reconciled. I will interface with you and the surface as is appropriate. Trust remains a great issue. We recognize the need to approach the surface; and, regardless of their constant warlike behavior, they are progressing to the point of space-time and interplanetary travel. We need to educate and establish controls. We have much to investigate. The Sidron events are very disturbing, especially if one of us has used surface men in ‘a compatibility’. It generates many questions.”

              He then turned and absorbed into the Carrier’s wall. Allenfar swam, faster than a missile, across inner Earth’s ocean of heat to the Great Pyramids of Egypt.

Chapter 14

The Marshall Decision

Early the next morning, at the Arden City courthouse, Brian Sheldon sat with Angie Bellos, in the right side back row of courtroom 210. The jury began seating to read the verdict for David Marshall, who had been arrested for the murder in the Andrews morgue months ago. The charges against him included: one count, murder in the first degree of Jack Sheldon; conspiracy to attempt murder; conspiracy to commit a terrorist attack, on the Brock/Swanson Complex; and, five counts of aggravated battery, during his stay in the Arden city jail.

“I thought your dad didn’t want you here, Angie.”

“I had to come. You know I hate this guy. And, frankly, I wanted to be with you. I only wish your mom could be here.”

“Yeah, me too; I got a message from her. She went to Washington D.C.; some convention. She went, because my dad couldn’t.”

“ Shhh; it’s the bailiff.

“Hear ye, hear ye; all rise…”

“Okay Brian, here we go.”

“...This 3
rd
District Court of Arden Township is now in session…The honorable Judge Pamela Wills, presiding.”

The judge walked into the courtroom, from chambers behind his elevated bench. She stepped up to his desk, sat down and looked out over the courtroom.

“You may all be seated…Today, after much time and effort; I would like to thank both, the prosecution and the defense, for their exhaustive and thorough handling of this case. Madam Foreman, has the jury reached a verdict?”

A woman in her mid fifties stood up from the jury box and replied, “Yes we have, your honor.”

She handed an envelope to the bailiff, who gave it to the judge. She opened and read it, silently.

“I never understood this part.” Brian whispered to Angie. “Why doesn’t she just read the damn thing out loud, for God’s sake?”

Angie placed her hand on his.

“Protocol, Brian; you know about that. Be patient.”

“Madam Foreman, you may read the verdict.”

The bailiff handed the folded, letter sized note, back to the woman and she read it.

“We the jury, in the matter of case-51269: The state of New Mexico vs. David J. Marshall; on this day June 4, do hereby unanimously declare: regarding count#1- Murder in the first degree, of Dr. Jack Avuar Sheldon; we find in favor of the state and we do judge Mr. David J. Marshall guilty, as charged…

-Regarding count #2…”

At that instant, Brian Sheldon leapt to his feet and screamed,
“Yes! You ‘sonofabitch’; yes! Woohoo!”

Brian’s outburst stopped the reading. All eyes focused on his rant. Angie pulled at him, trying to get him to sit down.

“Order in the court; order in the court!” the judge yelled. “Bailiff, remove that man.”

“Wait; oh my God, no!” Brian suddenly realized his wrongful behavior. “I have to hear the rest. Angie, no…!”

Two police guards grabbed and forcibly escorted Brian out, through the courtroom double doors. Angie followed, behind them, watching the guards push and prod him out the building and down onto the concrete steps. She ran to Brian and grabbed his arm, helpfully.

“What did you think you were doing, for heaven’s sake?”

He got up, brushing himself off.

“…Releasing months of cooped up anger; and, satisfying my need to kill that bastard.”

“Well that worked, didn’t it; now what?”

“Now we celebrate, if you’re up to it. What do you say?”

“It is ten o’clock in the morning. How do you plan on celebrating?”

“Hmm; yeah; right, I guess. But, that felt so great.”

Brian rolled his eyes and sat back down on the steps. Angie started to sit down, next to him, when it happened. Brian stared wide eyed at her and blinked, in disbelief. He shook his head, trying to focus. He grabbed at her; but, just as they made eye contact, Angie cried out, “Brian, my God, what is happening?”

She appeared to flicker; her image blurred; and then, she was gone; just vanished. Brian jumped up, twisting, turning, and reaching for her. “What the f…?”