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Chapter Seventeen

The Weapon

They all sat at the wooden table in Jeremiah’s mud brick house as they exchanged stories covering thirty years. Sydney just listened until they started talking about more current events.

Jeremiah stared at them all with realization dawning in his eyes. “You say those men followed you into the cave? They have access to the artifacts and the ruby chair.”

“They probably have them all by now, “ Sydney agreed.

“You realize what that means do you not?” Jeremiah was growing pale.

John grew pale as well, his scar turning blue and his piercing blue eyes growing dark with apprehension. “The weapon. They have the plans for the weapon.”

Jeremiah nodded agreement.

“Oh…my…God!” Myrna breathed as the implications became real to her.

“What weapon? What are you talking about?”

“It is a weapon that disintegrates living tissue, turning it into so many atoms. There is no trace, no remains. It is as if the people it is directed toward never existed at all.” Jeremiah looked at them bleakly. “This weapon could destroy whole civilizations leaving only empty buildings behind. It would be the ideal weapon for a conquering army who wanted to take over a city, a continent, a planet. I never told you, but the plans were also in the black box. That is probably what the creatures in the UFO were really after. Think of what they might do with it.”

“Why couldn’t they just rewrite the plans and do that anyway? I thought these Grays and Reptilians knew all that stuff.” Sydney rested his face in his hands with his elbows on the table as he waited for enlightenment.

“Grays and reptilians? That is what they are called?” Jeremiah looked at Sydney curiously.

“Some are referred to as Nordics, but who knows what other shapes they take. Some may even be the chupacabras the Latin world is so afraid of. The ones I have been hearing about the most lately are the reptilians. These demons or whatever they are should know how to do that without reading those plans.”

Myrna, John and Jeremiah exchanged glances. “You tell him, Jer.” John said.

“They have been away from the source of all wisdom and power for too long. We believe their powers are degrading. Their ships were built to last. I doubt even they could back engineer them if they had to. Humans do not have that drawback so they hope humans can do it for them. This is another reason why they want hybrids and human DNA.”

“How will we ever find them to get those artifacts back?” Myrna was near to tears.

After we are finished here, we can return to the point in time just after you entered the time gate. We can follow them perhaps or do whatever we must to stop them.

“You can control the time gate?” John looked hopefully at Jeremiah.

“Yes, I have traveled to several different times to observe and learn things. I have learned ancient history first hand. It has been a marvelous and dangerous experience.”

“We cannot stay here. It is much too dangerous. The Nephilim are looking for rebels and are on the lookout for a certain man that I met. They mean to kill him.  I will tell you about it after we get back to the cave.

They all started back to the hill where the time gate was located being careful to avoid the notice of the giants. “We must avoid contact with the Nephilim at all costs. Some think that it is their spirits that become demons. Previous to my travels I thought the demons were the spirits of the first civilization known as Atlantis. I still think some of them may be. After all, their bloodline was almost completely contaminated by these evil angels.   One of the books of Enoch says it was the spirits of the giants, but I do not believe we have all of his books. They are hidden for a later time.” Jeremiah led them through a crowd of people busily displaying their wares for the workers of the Sphinx enclosure.

“We must find those artifacts.” Jeremiah broke into a run as he reached the edge of the forest and had the cover of trees to hide his hurry.

The others raced behind him wishing they had more time to spend exploring this fascinating world.

XXX

          The tunnel was filled with the noxious odor of sulfur mixed with rotten eggs and rot. Myrna clapped her hand over her nose and mouth and resisted the urge to vomit. The others were chocking and gagging with the smell. They could hear voices just ahead of them. They moved as fast as they could to get away from the smell until they came to the junction that veered off to the chamber with the artifacts.

The voices were moving away from them. John peered cautiously around the corner motioning for the others to stay back. He had his police special revolver that he always carried cocked and ready. This amazed him. All articles that would not go through the time gate had mysteriously reappeared upon their return to their own time. Their backpacks were on again.

            John backed up pushing the others with him. Putting his finger to his mouth, he signaled them to be silent.

XXX

            “How are we going to move this heavy stuff,” Julian wanted to know.

            “Don’t worry, old man. My friends have given me a supernatural strength to go along with my youth.” He picked up the ruby chair with ease and signaled Julian to grab some of the smaller items.

            They got all the items to the edge of the cave entrance and lowered it all with ropes after which they let themselves down.

            “What about that ruby chair, Boyd? Do we let the company have it or not?”

“They can have it…after I copy down the plans for that weapon. If I can find a way to delete that information or scramble it then they can have it. I want that weapon as a trump card. I know they plan to eliminate us as soon as they have what they want.”

Julian blanched with fear. “Eliminate us?”

“Think about it, old man. We know too much. They can’t afford to let us live.”

“What if you can’t scramble or delete it?”

“We’ll ship the stuff to them and disappear into that…wall.”

Julian seemed satisfied with that answer and was already making his plans to be sure to get into a different past than Boyd. It could be the only way he would ever be rid of his strange partner.

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