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Chapter Twenty-five

The Cloud of Gathering Forces

Enraged, General Wiley was shouting. “What happened to that squad of ships we sent after Boyd? We haven’t heard from them. They should have been back with his dead body long ago. And where are those plans he promised us?”

The insect looking spirit watched the general’s tirade dispassionately. “I came to tell you. The plans came into the hands of one of those humans that discovered the cave. He is taking them to Roswell.”

The others of The Company shifted uneasily in their seats at the large conference table. This was an unexpected development.

The general paled at the news and rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “I am open to suggestion,” he said glancing around the table at the other members of The Company and their alien allies.

A tall gray demon rose and broadcast his thoughts to everyone at the table. “We must call in the fallen ones themselves. Osiris, Anubis, and the others. Their powers are greater than ours. This is too important for any more mistakes. I will send the lower demons to alert them to the situation immediately.”

General Wiley nodded and sighed. “I had hoped we could handle this ourselves, but you are right. We have no choice. Send for them.”

XXX

Osiris and Anubis called in the prince of the state of New Mexico called Enchantment.

“Who do you have in charge of Roswell and its surrounding territory?”

“The one called Deception and all his demon horde. They have been quite successful. I don’t understand the meaning of this meeting.”

“Successful!” Osiris and Anubis boomed in unison. “A mere human has the plans for the weapon to be used in our ‘fake rapture’ and you call that successful?”

Anubis roared in rage and slashed out at Enchantment with his black claws throwing him through the crust of the earth a foot.

Osiris pulled him back up sputtering in fear as he trembled at their feet.

“Where is this human? He will be stopped.”

“He and his friends are under God’s protection. They are not afraid to pray. It will not be so easy as you think. That fool, Boyd, is with one of them now. We have not discerned which one of them has it, but all of them are converging on Roswell.”

Enchantment stared at the two huge angels fearfully. “Roswell is my favorite city next to Santa Fe.” His handsome face broke into a broad smile. “I have many loyal human friends there. Besides, I know where they are going and why. Even if the Most High shields them, I will locate them. They are in my territory now.”

“We will be going with you. There can be no mistakes.” Anubis growled loud enough to sound like a roll of thunder.

Osiris laughed in his booming voice. “At last, a challenge. Life was becoming boring. Being confined to this solar system has been confining. Perhaps this adventure shall make it more bearable. Once we get rid of these humans loyal to God and rule this planet with King Lucifer once again we shall be free to travel the stars as we once did.”

“We have a job to do first,” Anubis said as he rubbed his furry jowl. “Lead the way, Enchantment. Gather your hordes. We will need them all.”

XXX

Screeching, clicks and growls followed the dark cloud of demons and angels as they gathered over Roswell and the Capitan Mountain to surround their prey.

The citizens of Roswell and outlying areas wondered at the ominous darkness that gathered and the feeling of fear and doom that seemed to prevail. The air had a smell of rotten eggs and the hairs on arms stood up as if surrounded by an electrical field.

Many hurried through their workday and rushed home giving up any plans to go anywhere else as an unknown dread filled them all.

XXX

Boyd hummed happily to himself as he arranged John Murphy’s unconscious body across the hood of John’s car. He laid out his instruments of torture by the man’s side as a surgeon would when arranging his surgical instruments. He was about to wake his victim when a bright glow behind him lit up the night.

Thinking they were headlights, he turned angrily at the interruption ready to kill any possible witnesses. He gasped at what he saw and shook with terror.

Two huge men dressed as soldiers holding fiery swords stood before him. They were so bright he had to shield his eyes.

“Wh..who are you?”

“We are messengers from the Most High.”

They held out their swords and Boyd fell paralyzed and blinded to the ground.

They tenderly picked up John and placed him in his car and instantly whisked him car and all to the city limits of Roswell.

John woke up parked on the side of the road. On the seat beside him was Boyd’s map to the hidden artifacts and some gold coins. He picked up the map and studied it while rubbing his scar that was now a pale pink. He stuffed the dozen gold coins into his pocket wondering where they had come from.   “How did I get here and how did this get here? This must be where the relics are hidden. Wow! What an answer to prayer.”

He lit up his pipe and continued down the road to meet his friends puzzling over the strange events. If he didn’t know better he would think he had been abducted and had experienced missing time.

Lost in thought he blew out a fragrant plume of smoke and turned out onto the highway impatient to tell the others about this last strange event. And Boyd seemed to have disappeared. He was sure that creature from hell would kill him.

“You must be watching over me, Father. I don’t know why you give me so much attention. I haven’t paid as much attention to You as I should have through the years, but thanks. I couldn’t ask for a better partner.  Oh, and thanks for the cash. Never have seen a real gold coin before.”

XXX

The twenty-four hour restaurant where they had all agreed to meet was crowded with ranchers and businessmen stopping in for a quick breakfast before a long day of work. John picked up bits and pieces of the conversation humming around him as he sipped his coffee and waited for the others. When he saw them enter the door he waved for their attention and the hostess seated them at his table and handed them menus.

Myrna sat next to John and put her arms around him with a sigh of relief. “I’m so glad you’re safe. Syd got here last night without you. He told us you went after that awful monster.”  Tears trickled down her cheeks as he hugged her.

“You know I’m a tough old bird. Besides God was literally watching over me. Wait until I tell you what happened and you won’t worry any more, but first I have to know.” He glanced at Syd who was studying the menu hungrily.

“Syd, Did you get it?”

Syd put the menu down and chuckled. “I got it and wait until I tell you my story.”

The waitress appeared at the table. She was middle aged and looked as if she had just finished a long race. Wisps of hair straggled down over her ears. She straightened up slightly and said, “May I take your order?”

Syd spoke first. “How about coffee all around with cream. It’ll all be on my ticket. I’ll have the ham, eggs and pancakes. Uhhh, let’s see. Scramble the eggs please.”

“ Three eggs and three pancakes with strawberry syrup for me and a glass of orange juice,” Jeremiah added. He glanced at Syd apologetically. “I am very hungry this morning.”

Syd nodded. “Fill up, Jer. We have a lot to do today. We need the fuel.”

John nudged Myrna to order. “I’ll have sausage and scrambled eggs, no toast or anything and a glass of orange juice,” she said.

John cleared his throat, “I’ll have ham and eggs over easy, three pancakes and apple juice and bring plenty of cream for the coffee.”

The waitress wrote busily for a few more minutes then nodded and left.

“You have the plan, Syd, and I have the map,” John announced grandly as he lit up his pipe.

“Map? What map?” Syd asked.

“To the location of the relics they hid,” he whispered, glancing around nervously.

Myrna looked uncomfortable. “I don’t think we should do anymore talking here. Too many ears, but I do have an observation to share. Yesterday there was a black cloud hanging over this town and a terrible smell. It is still there. Did any of you notice?”

“People on the street were looking over their shoulders and acting strange.” Syd said. “I got a feeling of nausea like at the airport. Others were complaining of a feeling of dread for no reason.”

“Yes. I was listening to some of the conversation around here and heard people talking about it,” John added.

The waitress wheeled a serving cart to their table and quickly served each, not missing a single motion.  They suspended conversation until she left.

Syd stuffed his mouth and talked between bites. “It would seem some of the same crowd at the Denver Airport have now arrived here. They’ve always been here, but now they’ve increased their numbers exponentially.  As soon as we’re done here we need to get to our business and complete it as quickly as possible.”

Jeremiah put his orange juice down thoughtfully. “You are saying they’ve always been here?” I am thinking they are everywhere, nu? What is so different about here?”

Syd jabbed another bite of syrup-drenched pancake into his mouth and talked around it. “More cancer, more violence, more flu and other bugs infecting people here.” He chased down the pancake with swallows of coffee. “This town probably has a higher crime rate than most big cities for its size. Half the murders don’t even get in the papers anymore.”

John and Myrna listened as they ate, but made no comment as they thought over what Syd said.

Murphy sighed, pushed his plate back and lit his pipe sending a fragrant wreath of smoke around his head. “Just to lighten up this conversation, I’ve got to tell you the miracle that happened to me and I’m not one to use the word ‘miracle’ loosely.

He relayed his chase and encounter with Boyd. “I should be dead. That monster, Boyd, is not human. He has the strength of ten men. Held me up in the air like a rag doll. He elaborated what he was going to do to me with these torture instruments he carries around with him. I blacked out and woke up car and all by the Roswell city limits sign with the map and,” he pulled out one of the gold coins from his pocket, “a few of these. Angels had to have carried me to where I ended up. There’s no other explanation and how else did I get the map and money?”

“Let me see that coin, John” Jeremiah held out his hand and John plopped the coin into it. “Did you notice there is no inscription on this coin or designation of any kind? It is completely blank.”

“What is the significance of that?” Myrna stared at the coin in Jeremiah’s hand.

“I am not certain. Gold is money anywhere and everywhere, past, present and probably future, nu? All one would have to do is inscribe it. It would not be hard. Pure gold is soft and this is pure gold. I can tell from the texture.”

“Boyd had bags of them. I’m certain of it.” John said thoughtfully. “What do you suppose he wanted with gold?”

“Don’t you see? He can spend them anywhere and in any ‘time.” Syd’s face lit up with the sudden revelation. “What better place to escape from his enemies than to escape back in time. He knows about the time gate. I’ll bet that’s where he’s headed.”

“We can’t let that madman go back in time!” Myrna exclaimed, causing others in the restaurant to stare at her curiously.

Alarmed at the sudden attention of those around them, John said, “We need to get out of here and be on our way, NOW.” He got up, grabbed the ticket and paid for the meal as the others filed past him.

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