Cards Shuffled
1.
Pentagon, Washington DC
There are many hotels in
Washington, but someone in Rome decided that the Crusaders needed good
accommodations so they ended in a ritzy serviced apartment. Its about fifty
square metres with two bedrooms. They placed them high on the thirteenth floor,
and the door have a double dead locks. Miles went about with his unpacking
while Kruger seem to developed a knack for the internet and networking
protocols. Kruger did asked for some sophisticated equipment and the apartment
laid the backbone for the operation.
"I am in the
system." Kruger learned from the best in the field, while floating on the
river. There were some hackers who choose to retire incognito there, and they
find Kruger a fast learner. He does that for the cable TV they get at the
jetty. Today, Kruger is looking at the Military Police server on the break-in.
They stored the body in a cold room at the autopsy freezer chambers at the
local morgue. The Generals do not want an in-human stored here; they can take
enemies from any terrorists' group but a werewolf was off limit.
The doorbell rang, while
Miles were still reading the details.
"Did you ring for room
service?" Kruger looked at Miles, who looked back and shook his head.
"Then we would take
it." Kruger walked to his luggage and retrieved his sword. "I am
getting rusty since we met."
"Me too." Miles got
up from the seat and retrieved his cross bow. He checked the quiver and snapped
in the cocking mechanism. Kruger walked over to the door and hid the sword
behind his back. He peeked at the eye viewer and then stepped back. He then
reached for the knob and turned the lock. He opened the door and pulled it
open. The waiter walked in by pushing the cart with a bottle of wine.
"Compliments of the
House." The waiter announced as he pushed the cart to the center of the
living unit. Just as the cart stopped, the five special forces personnels pushed
to get in with their automatic rifles ready to shoot. Miles shot three
successive shots at them with the cross bow meanwhile Kruger did a one two
swing to dispatch the other two. Then he raised the sword to aim at the waiter.
The waiter was holding the wine bottle and smiled.
"Champagne?"
Miles grabbed the bottle and
looked at it. He then nodded. The waiter proceeded to uncork the bottle but
then hesitated at the opening. Kruger nodded and the waiter popped the cork.
"I am Major Ken Chapman;
Chaplain, US Marines. Attache to General Scott Bent Advisers. I am told to
apprehend you if possible. Looks like that's not an option." Major Chapman
have poured out three glasses. He took one for himself and then refilled it. He
took that down too, before he walked to the window.
"Please allow me to do
that. Its to signal them I have made contact." Then the Major took a seat
on the couch and smiled. "The Vatican did not advised us but we had
friends in there. They told us that something brewing up and the incident at
the Pentagon triggered some bad vibes. You arrived here in Washington made us
go on super alert."
"Chaplain, tell me why
should you believe you?" Miles asked the seated man. The chaplain took
from his waiter jacket a small disc.
"Please play it so we
can all have a nicer lunch later." Kruger took the disc and played it. The
disc played for over twenty minutes before it stopped.
"Fascinating tale but
did you show it on National TV. They might believed you alongside with those
horror series." Kruger mocked at the details presented. It showed ten
years of psychic horrors; vampires among the effluent, werewolves killings and
towns cleanse due to the threat. It also showed captured beings which resembled
those on the clips.
"We tried but the President
said no. The country does need anymore new threats; with Homeland Security
checking new leads almost daily, and the Army fighting enemies on the battle
fronts. We do not need to tell everyone to to check on their neighbors or
friends for being an in-human. My parish on Sunday Services were filled with
many who come to asked for salvation." The chaplain looked at them.
"When we had the last incident, we contacted the Church but they told us
we are being paranoia. And now you came."
"Do tell, Mr.Landon. Do
you think you have anything we can read on?" Major Chapman asked. Kruger
looked at Miles and shake his head. "Then allowed me to continue."
"In our surveillance via
some space wars technology, we discover some interesting infrastructure. There
a series of what we termed as gateways aka boom gates or dimension gates. We
were developing it," Major looked at Kruger. "Hey, I was top in my
class but I took my faith more seriously."
"As I was saying, we
been developing our very own space wars technical with acquired lessons from
downed saucers and ancient civilisations. You thought what you saw on the cable
are unreal; well, imagination comes from vivid learning. So you think the
Aztecs and Egyptians are just better architects or Archimedes was just a better
mathematician. Or perhaps Da Vinci can design better when he is not painting.
Or maybe Nostradamus did see the future and did not like it." Major
Chapman laid out the facts. "But did you ever considered that the cranks
been saying could be true; that God may be a spaceman."
"Kruger, I am having
that last glass on the wine." Miles walked over and took the bottle. He
drank from it.
"As I was saying, we in
the Military do what was needed to fight the enemies as defined by us. Right
now, we think the enemy of ours uses high technology and faith. Maybe even the
supernatural; so we would fight on the same level. If that means telling us
that God is not real but a manifestation of our imagination on some spaceman on
a Godhood level; thats fine by me." Major Chapman looked at the two men
staring at him with blank looks.
"The files taken by the
werewolf were of these records including the boom gates. We feared that
information can bring mayhem to the world's less fortunate; the human beings.
"Perhaps I need that
drink too. There is a red wine in the cart lower level." The Major point
to the cart. "Then let me tell you the nearest space outpost in
Washington. And it ain't a red phone booth."
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