“I wondered why you had two. I’m guessing it’s their first phones. We’re doing a special offer on these fifteen-pound monthly contract; you get the Noki…”
Archie held his hand up to interrupt the guy. “No thanks, mate. They can’t be trusted to stay within the minutes and texts. This gives us more control,” he said. He was all smiles, but really, he was thinking, Fucking salesman are the same everywhere – pain in the arse – who needs them?
With the first two phones bought, the next stop was the supermarket to get some freeze-dried noodles and dog food. Archie didn’t want or need the noodles, but he wanted the carrier bag they would come in so that he could put the mobile phones into it. Suspicion would be raised when he went into the second phone shop and bought another two handsets, while already having two from another store in his possession. Hiding the first set would negate that problem altogether. The idea was that he would have four phones that he could bin when he’d finished with them.
After getting the second set of phones, Archie made his way towards the van, trying to look as nonchalant as possible, but it was difficult. He was paranoid, feeling like everyone was watching him. As he thought about it, he realised people probably were watching him. After all, he was wearing manky old fishing clothes and a baseball cap with a hood over the top. There was nothing he could do about his appearance, he just had to put the thoughts aside and get a move on.
As he made his way through the shopping centre, he flicked his eyes up to see where he was and noticed a Martial Arts shop. Sod it, I’m going to have a look and see what they’ve got, he thought as he walked towards the store. Going inside, he felt like he’d gone to heaven. The walls were lined with every conceivable weapon relating to the Art and Sport of fighting. Mooching about, he saw a cheap Katana and next to it was a Tanto…cheap, in that they were knockoffs, rather than genuine. That’ll do, he thought. They wouldn’t be anywhere near as good as his own but buying them would mean that he wouldn’t have to go all the way home to get his. Their quality was poor in comparison to his own, but he figured they’d do a job. As he walked back to the van, Archie wondered if he was just lucky in spotting the martial arts shop, or whether this was some sort of synchronicity at play. The answer didn’t really matter, he was just thankful that something was going his way.
Getting back to the van £400 poorer, Archie put two of the phones on charge using the cigarette lighters. When he was finished, he checked the fuel gauge and realised that he needed to get petrol. Finding a garage wasn’t an issue, and paid with cash after filling the tank. From there, he was going to get on to the M1 motorway, towards London. He wasn’t going into the city, but he needed to be there or there about for the next part of his plan.
They had been on the road for about another hour or so, and the journey itself was non-eventful. That was good, it meant there had been no attempts to apprehend or kill them. As they neared the town of Crick, Archie pulled off the motorway. It was time to make a phone call.
Taking the first two mobiles off charge, he replaced them with the second two. Pulling out his own phone, he went through the contacts list until he found the number he wanted and punched it into the new phone. The other end of the line rang as he waited for an answer that didn’t come. It seemed as though the recipient was letting it ring off the hook. It was now nearly 2 pm, and the chances were the lazy bastard was still in bed. Archie was going to keep ringing until his call got answered.
“Allo?” the voice was croaky.
“All right, Joey? Wakey wakey!”
“Fuckin ‘ell, is that you Arch?”
“Yep and I’m in a big pile of shit,” Archie said. “I need your help, mate.”
“Fuck it. Give me a minute,” Joe said before adding, “I was at it last night, you woke me up. I’ll ring you back on this number in a couple.” That was it; he put the phone down.
Joey was Archie’s cousin, and by day he was supposed to be a very gifted mechanic, but the rest of the time he was a career criminal. His leading enterprises involved armed robbery; turning over banks and post offices, as well as ringing stolen cars. Occasionally, he’d move a bit of weed but never dealt in anything that could hurt people. Even during his stick up’s, he made sure that no one ever got hurt or injured in any way. Well, apart from maybe the odd slap, after all, no body’s perfect. The man was an absolute diamond, and Archie trusted him more than anyone, other than his own brother. Joe had substantial underworld connections that could sometimes come in handy. If you wanted it, he could get it. When he said he was “at it”, it meant that he’d been up to something dodgy.
Less than five minutes later, the shitty little pay as you go started ringing. The number wasn’t Joe’s. Archie answered but said nothing.
“Right you dopey fucker, what you got yourself in to?” It was him… thank god for that.
“Is this line safe?” Archie asked.
“Of course it fucking is,” Joe said in his thick cockney accent. “What do you take me for? Now, what’s wrong?”
“I can’t tell you everything over the blower mate, but I need you to go round my brothers and get him to come with you. I need you to meet me at Watford Gap services. Bring everything you need to remove all the ID tags from my van,” Archie said.
“Okay, that’s no problem, but I don’t need Jeff to hold my hand to sort a motor out.” Joe sounded insulted.
“I know that you muppet. You need him to drive the new van that you’re going to bring for me.”
“What new van? Has it gotta be hooky, or can it be straight?” Typically, Joe was already thinking ahead.
“Straight, but untraceable to us in any way,” Archie replied. “I can’t get pulled by the old bill, mate. You’ll see what’s going on when you get here.”
“Yeah, no worries sunshine. What do I tell Jeff? You know what he’s like.” He had a point. Jeff could be a bit of a dopey fucker sometimes, and he needed an explanation for everything. Where Joe knew when to ask questions and when not to, Jeff didn’t. There were times when Archie wondered if Jeff needed instructions on how to wipe his arse.
“Either tell him the truth as you know it or make something up,” Archie said. “One more thing, Joe, only ring me on this number if you need me. Same goes for Jeff. And neither of you use your own phones.”
“No probs, this ain't my first rodeo,” Joe said. “Consider it done. I just gotta get rid of this skirt, and I’ll be on my way. See ya later.” As he put the phone down, Archie could hear him telling some girl she had to leave.
As he sat there thinking about what to do next, Archie considered phoning home, but after a moment's contemplation, he thought better of it. There was no need to run that risk; Lucy wouldn’t know to keep shtum, and Archie wasn’t sure if he’d been identified yet. Well, at least he didn’t know if he had at least, but it wasn’t worth taking the chance on her mobile or their home phones being bugged. Joey and Jeff could pass any messages on later. For now, it was better to be safe than sorry.
All he had to do now was wait. It would take a couple of hours for the guy’s to get things sorted out and make it to the meeting spot. Archie decided to find a little fishing spot. He didn’t intend to actually fish, but it was more for appearances. It looked weird for two men to be sat in a van doing nothing for hours. At least if they were beside a lake, they would look like they had a reason to be there. Perusing the map, Archie found a fishery off of the A428. That’ll do nicely. Even better, he’d fished there with Joe several years earlier. Hopefully his cousin would remember it.
The lakes were only about twenty minutes’ drive away. It wasn’t long before Archie was pulling the van on to the dirt road that led to the water. He stopped the vehicle under the trees and made his way to the hut where he would have to pay for the day tickets. Going inside, he was greeted by an apparently pleasant chap who was sat behind a desk, watching T.V.
“Hello mate, I was on my way home from a fishing session, and my van has pretty much conked out on me. I
s there any chance I can wet a line while I wait for my mate to come and recover the motor?” Archie said. “He’s coming from London, and I’ve got a load of time to kill.”
“Well,” the man said, and instantly, Archie knew he was in for a story. “This is a syndicate lake – members only ya see. We don’t do day tickets cos blokes take the piss, ya nah. They turn up here with their leadcore and barbed hooks and damage our stock.” As he was droning on in his northern accent, Archie was thinking, a simple yes or no will do, I don’t need your fucking life story!
“I don’t use any of that, mate,” Archie replied. “I’m a simple free running, ejectable lead kind of guy; barbless hooks, clean mats, and nets. And I carry a fish care kit. I won’t be damaging your fish. In fact, they’ll probably go back in better condition than what they came out.” Archie wanted to tell the man to piss off, but he needed to play nice.
“I tell ya what. If you show me ya gear so that I’m sure you’re on the level, I’ll let ya fish for fifty poound,” he said.
“You’re on pal,” Archie replied as he pulled the money out of his wallet. Fifty-fucking-quid. Cheeky bastard is taking the piss! But at least we’ll be “oout” of the way, even if it is daylight robbery!
As they walked back to the van, the site manager was giving a history lesson regarding the lake. Archie knew the guy was speaking English, but the accent was so thick, he might as well have been talking Japanese. It was one of those situations where you just nod, smile and hope he wasn’t asking you a question. The only thing that he did understand was that the lake was empty - no one else was fishing today. That suited Archie’s needs perfectly. While the thieving bastard was chatting away, Archie was looking around for security cameras; fortunately, there weren’t any. For a split second, he thought about getting Joey to have one of his mates rob the place, to get his fifty “poounds” back.
Arriving at the vehicle, he noticed that Blondie had hidden the weaponry under the seats while Archie was getting robbed. After showing the thief his fishing gear, and got the okay to fish, he pulled out a rod and clipped a lead onto the line before casting out about forty yards. It didn’t even have a hook on it, let alone any bait. He wasn’t really here to fish, he just had to look the part. He thought that was probably why he was so pissed off about the money. One rod no hook – fifty fucking quid!
There was nothing left to do, but sit about, eat noodles and wait for Joey and Jeff to turn up. The dogs had a runaround, having a sniff and a shit while he and Blondie munched on some grub. As he was eating, a few questions arose in Archie’s mind.
“What will the Alliance do with the intelligence they get, Blondie?” he asked. “Will there be a war or something?”
“I do not think so,” the Pleiadian replied. “They will probably watch from afar while they investigate the claims of wrongdoing. I have a feeling that they will hope that humanity will rise from its current paradigm into a new one by the raising of consciousness, and in doing so, be able to stand with the Light against any foreign interference.”
Archie snorted a laugh before speaking. “Are you joking, mate? There is no way humanity is going to do that. You’re talking about everyone helping everyone else; doing things for the greater good. Look around, mate. The only thing the human race is interested in is self-gain, nothing more.” He hated saying it, but it was true.
Blondie thought for a moment. “No. it is possible, Archie. Aeons ago, the Pleiadian society was pretty much the same as humanity is now, and we found a way to change. We had to because not only were we destroying ourselves, but we were constantly attacked by the Draconians. You see, our species did not originate in the Pleiades. We were from a star system called Lyra. But we were forced to evacuate when our home world was annihilated by the reptilians. For a while, we were nomadic refugees, searching the Galaxy for a new home. Some of us settled on Erra, while others found different planets within the cluster. Some had temporarily settled on Earth until their new homeworlds had been terraformed, at which point most left. It was a time in Earths early history and the natives were cave dwellers - Neanderthal, I think you call them.”
Blondie took a moment before continuing. “It was during this period that the Pleiadian colonists altered the DNA of the early humans to advance the evolution of the species. I should say that this was a long time before the Alliance and the non-interference laws. That is why your scientists never have and never will find the so-called missing link. They haven’t discovered it because there isn’t one. The apparent evolution of humanity was a direct result of genetic manipulation.”
Archie listened intently, and what he had just been told slipped in line with something that he’d always thought; human evolutionary advancement had to be something to do with alien interference.
Blondie continued. “In time the colonists built a magnificent city, which is known in human mythology as Atlantis. The philosopher, Plato, wrote of its demise, saying it was destroyed in one day and one night and was shrouded in smoke and fire as it fell into the sea. This description is almost correct, except that it did not fall into the sea and disappear; it lifted into the sky. The entire city was built using a multitude of Pleiadian ships that were interconnected to allow the whole thing to ascend into space as and when it was required to. The reason Plato wrote the description the way that he did, was because the entire event was beyond his conception of reality, and he assumed the city had been destroyed and fell into the ocean. Back then, our ships used a completely different drive system, similar to conventional engines that humans use now. Several hundred Pleiadians stayed behind. To them, this was their home.
“At no time did any of the colonists reveal who or what they truly were to the humans.” He continued. “This would have been disastrous in many ways. For example, biologically, we are the same as humans, yet by some, we would have been revered as gods; as humanity’s creators. This could not be allowed. There are no gods – only the Prime Creation, which is responsible for the creation of all things. Another reason is that some of the indigenous humans may have felt threatened by our presence, which could have led to war - both in terms of with each other and with us.”
Archie finally felt like he was starting to get somewhere. Atlantis, the missing link, this was a conversation that he enjoyed, and it went on and on. Revelation after revelation. The history of the Mayan’s and the Aztec’s, right through to the Pyramids. Which were primarily built as ancient gathering sites for off-world visitors - a kind of refuelling station of spiritual energy. He actually felt like he was learning something; something that archaeologists, historians, and scientists alike had been working on for their entire lives but still had no clue as to the real answers that he now had. Who needs a PhD when you’ve got a Pleiadian? The subject went on to Religion and only confirmed what Archie had already believed.
“Religion is nothing more than a control mechanism, designed to keep the masses in line by forcing them to live in fear of a wrathful and vengeful deity. Throughout history, Religious texts have been written and rewritten to suit the needs for control for that particular period. If we look at artefacts such as the Holy Grail or the Arc of the Covenant, for example, you need to understand that they are nothing more than metaphoric props, designed and used to hide the truth of the divine. The Knights Templar, upon occupying Temple Mount, searched for both the Grail and the Arc but found nothing but their own Divinity. That is, they realised the truth; that Divine order does not come from the heavens - it is within ourselves and always has been. This is why mainstream religious sects ordered the hunting down and slaughter of the Templar Order over the following centuries, so that the truth would only be known to the elite. In this way, they could continue their control of the people by making them search the heavens for the Divine, safe in the knowledge that they would never, ever achieve such divinity because they would be looking in the wrong place. This gave rise, initially, to what is now known as the Secret Societies; they know the truth, and they use it to gain ever-incre
asing amounts of power, wealth, and control of the planet's population.”
“So, why are there so many different religions?” Archie asked with interest.
“To put it simply, Divide and Conquer. This religion will say, this is the truth, which creates a faction of believers, while a different religion will say, no, this is the truth, which creates another faction of believers. Then, in turn, their individual beliefs are used to set one against the other, which can and often does lead to war. While that is happening, the only faction that is truly growing in power, are the heads of the religions and their secret societies. All the while, the different factions are killing each other in the name of their supposed God. It is a very clever ruse, but it can only work if the belief systems are upheld. If they fall, then the entire religious system falls.” Blondie paused for a moment. “The best way to keep it going is to create fear within the population. So, for example, one religion will say that a person has to live their life this way to gain access to heaven at the point of death, and if that person doesn’t live that way, they will go to hell. All religions say the same thing, in one way or another. While at the same time, they will say that their God is all forgiving and even say that God will absolve a person’s sins at their funeral. How can that be? If they have lived a life of sin and never repented, why would this so-called God absolve their sins when the price for such a lifestyle should be that they go to hell? It makes a mockery of the live your life this way decree. It is all utterly contradictory and hypocritical. They have created a better be safe than sorry mentality. Thou shalt not kill… unless it’s in the name of our God. It really is obvious to anyone awake.”
Archie wasn’t, and has never been a member of the God squad, so he had to think hard about what he had just been told. He had never believed in God, ever. Especially after some of the things he had seen while serving with the ambulance service. The truth is that those experiences only helped to sway him away from religion. Though, he was desperately trying to find an argument to counter what Blondie had just said – if for no other reason than to play devil’s advocate, but he was completely stumped. He had no rebuttal to give because everything that he had been told made perfect sense to him. He was sure that there would be a bible basher out there who would try to put up a fight, but that person wasn’t him.
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