The Betrayed Series: Ultimate Omnibus Collection

by Carolyn McCray

  Which meant Brandt was going to like what she had to say less than he normally did. As everyone unloaded from the SUV and the other men fulfilled their orders, Rebecca joined Brandt.

  “I don’t even want to hear it,” Brandt said before she even opened her mouth.

  It didn’t matter though what he wanted to hear. It mattered what needed to be said.

  “I think I know where the tablets are hidden.”

  “Good for you,” Brandt said, checking the chamber of his sidearm.

  Rebecca paused, collecting herself. He did this to rattle her. Throw her off her game. Make it look like she was being demanding or irrational. When really it was him who couldn’t accept their new reality.

  “And if I can figure it out, the Disciples can.”

  Brandt grinned fiercely. “Which I am counting on.”

  So he’d already thought ahead to the Disciples’ end game. However, Rebecca didn’t think he’d thought it all the way through. “I get it,” she said. “You want them to head to the tablets while we head for hopefully a far exit.”

  The sergeant nodded as he tucked another gun into the back of his belt. “We may not get another break like this.”

  “But then what?” Rebecca asked. “Say your plan works and we get out. The Disciples will still hunt us down.” His eyes flickered to hers. “You know that, Brandt. Even if we don’t uncover the larger secret of the tablets, just finding this place is enough. We are marked.”

  * * *

  “True,” Brandt conceded. He was a big enough man to admit when someone else was spot-on. “But out there we will have the full weight of the American military.” Brandt pointed to the salty city that surrounded them. “In here we’ve only got about five hundred rounds between us. I’ll take my chances with the option that has aircraft carriers.”

  He watched as Rebecca’s eyes scanned his face. Brandt made sure he had his don’t-bother-arguing-with-me face on. Unfortunately, she’d never been really great at reading that one since, well, since the day they’d met.

  “Please,” she asked. Not demanded or threatened to run off on her own. Damn it. He hated it when she went all reasonable. It made it all the harder to dismiss her.

  “It does mean we know exactly where the Disciples are going to be,” Lopez added.

  Harvish stepped up as well. “And I’ve got some C-4 with their name on it.”

  “That looks like a pretty damn nice perch,” Davidson stated as he pointed to one of the high towers in the middle of the city.

  “I can take the far tower and create a kill zone around the SUV,” Talli suggested.

  Brandt couldn’t be more pissed off or proud of his men at this point. Everyone was trashed, shot, bruised, cut up, yet each stood ready to stand off against the Disciples. Fortunately their enthusiasm was not the only factor. Brandt’s word was final.

  Rebecca must have sensed his mood because she hurried on to say, “I know we’ve got a civilian—”

  “A civilian?” Brandt asked. “I’ve got two civilians,” he clarified, indicating to Rebecca and then nodding to Davidson. “And technically a war crimes prisoner…nothing personal.”

  “No worries,” Davidson answered, slinging a rifle onto his back.

  Rebecca’s cheeks flushed. “I could say I’m leading us out of here and just take us to the hiding spot.”

  Now this he liked better. When Rebecca tried to go all calculating on him. “You could,” he said. “But you won’t. You wouldn’t risk our lives like that without our consent. Face it, you’ve got no card to play.”

  Those cheeks flared a bright red. Did Rebecca forget how well he knew her? She looked away.

  “So when I say we are hoofing it out of here,” Brandt stated firmly, “we are hoofing it out of here.”

  He surveyed the group, getting an accepting nod out of each of them. Except for one. “Where’s Bunny?”

  Everyone looked around. Davidson checked the SUV, shaking his head.

  Bunny was gone.

  Fuck.

  CHAPTER 23

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  Gomorrah, Jordan

  11:26 p.m. GMT

  “Do not even look at me like that,” Rebecca stated. “I had nothing to do with Bunny running off.”

  Brandt’s glare lifted. He must have known if Rebecca was going to have anyone run off it would have been her. If she couldn’t even do it, how could she have sent someone else in her stead? And certainly not Bunny.

  “I take it if you and the Disciples could find this hiding place, Bunny could as well?” Brandt asked.

  Rebecca nodded. It didn’t take a genius to figure it out. Just someone well versed in ancient Hebrew studies. “Yes. I believe the tablets are at the temple.”

  “But the Jews didn’t have formal temples back then,” Davidson corrected. “And certainly not in Gomorrah.”

  “No,” Rebecca clarified. “Not a Jewish one. I am talking about the Temple of Moloch, the false god.”

  “Why there?” Talli asked. “Why not somewhere significant to the Jewish faith?”

  Rebecca reached for her laptop on the backseat to find it gone. Bunny apparently didn’t leave empty-handed.

  “You know what, we’ll take out history lesson on the road,” Brandt said, then turned to Rebecca. “Point Harvish in the right direction.”

  As they moved out, Rebecca indicated toward the center of Gomorrah. “The temple is that large round building with the statue of the bull god on top of it.”

  “Not hard to miss,” Brandt rumbled next to her.

  Davidson headed down a side street. “I’ll take up position.”

  “We’ll take up position,” Talli said as he trotted off in the opposite direction.

  “Great,” Lopez said. “Now we’re got sniper sibling rivalry.” The corporal rolled his eyes. “That’s going to end well.”

  Looking ahead to the city frozen in time, Rebecca wasn’t so sure any of this was going to end well.

  * * *

  The sniper slammed on the brakes to their SUV as they came to a narrowing of the cavern. Several side mirrors lay strewn on the ground along with a back bumper. The exit was narrow. Narrower than their Jeep.

  Really? The vehicles that survived the drop down to the cavern floor were three inches too wide. Three inches.

  “Try it,” Aunush ordered.

  Keeping his foot on the brake, the sniper revved the engine and then surged them forward. They slammed into the wall as their tires spun in the salty ground. Rubber burned but they traveled no farther.

  “Stop,” Aunush ordered. “We must accept that God wishes us to do this on foot.”

  The sniper backed the Jeep up enough to let them through the passage. He led the other men from the cars, scouting the route ahead. They had one lone Chinese soldier left. The man had proven quick, agile, and most importantly obedient. He was the one who had gotten the Jeep down safely, gaining them precious minutes. Minutes that may prove critical in the coming battle.

  Aunush allowed the men to move forward out into the next cavern as she spoke with Nannan.

  “What lies beyond must be Gomorrah.” She waited for the Watcher of the Word to nod. “And you then know what we must do.”

  “Secure the tablets and bring them to the master.”

  “No,” Aunush stated. “We secure the tablets but then follow their instruction.” Nannan sucked in a breath, his eyes wide at the implications. Good. Let him be shocked and scandalized. “You know of the prophecy, Nannan.”

  Slowly Nannan regained his breath, his features softening as he walked the next few hours forward. “I do.”

  “And in all honesty do you believe the master can fulfill it?” Off of the Watcher’s head shake Aunush continued. “Then no one but you and I can walk out of this cavern.”

  “What of your sniper?” Nannan asked.

  Aunush glanced through the front window. She watched the sniper, crouched, muscles taut, directing the men t
o spread out. Making certain the way ahead was safe. Safe for her. If anyone would understand her decision it would be him.

  “No one.”

  * * *

  “I still don’t get it,” Lopez said. “Why hide the tablets in Gomorrah?”

  Brandt wondered the same thing. The difference between the corporal and him? He didn’t care. He just wanted to get in and out. Screw history. Screw the Disciples. He just wanted to see sunlight again. And as hard as it would be, he wanted to see Rebecca walk away from him. At the least she would be alive.

  “Lopez, you’ve got to remember that Moses wanted to keep the tablets hidden,” Rebecca explained. “And deep within each of the religions is a warning to avoid, at all costs, the sites of God’s punishment. And Gomorrah was certainly at the top of the blacklist, so what better place to hide the tablets than Gomorrah?”

  “True, true,” Lopez agreed. “But why this ancient god’s temple? There must be a million other places to stash it.”

  “Ah, but back then the Jewish God and Moloch were in something of a prize fight,” Rebecca answered in that “so excited by history” tone she got. “The Bible calls Moloch out by name half a dozen times, warning and chastising any son of Israel from worshipping him. Many scholars believe the whole ‘thou shalt not have any graven image’ commandment was specifically aimed at Moloch’s worshippers.”

  Lopez didn’t seem to be buying it though. “Still, why put one of your religion’s most valuable artifacts in the enemy’s camp?”

  “Choosing Moloch’s temple was a bit of pride I think,” Rebecca explained. “Moses basically wanted to establish dominance. A kind of ‘see who won’ kind of thing.”

  “Like pissing in the enemy’s pot,” Lopez added.

  Brandt shot a look at both of them.

  “No disrespect, of course,” Rebecca added. That had been the only way a practicing Catholic like himself and a card-carrying atheist like Rebecca could work. Or should she say, have worked. It was her respect of his faith. While she didn’t share it, she could respect it. Which was more than he could say for Lopez, even though he came from a Catholic family a mile long. To say the corporal was going to have a long session in the confessional booth was an understatement.

  “And Bunny is as familiar with this particular temple since it was one of Lochum’s favorite anecdotes during first year Religions of Ancient Times class.”

  Brandt ground his teeth. None of this would be happening if he’d just put a damned leash on Bunny.

  “Not your fault, Sarge,” Lopez said. However, everything was Brandt’s fault. It said so in the regulations. Lopez wouldn’t let it go though. “Bunny was the least likely out of all of us to rabbit.”

  Brandt grunted.

  “Oh come on,” Lopez protested. “That was a damned good pun.” The corporal turned to Rebecca. “Right?”

  “Ricky…” Rebecca warned.

  Before Lopez could retort, the group had to split up to go around three figures. A father, mother, and young girl. A family. They held hands, fleeing down the street until their lives had been struck down.

  He didn’t like what that portended for them.

  “Got something,” Harvish announced up ahead.

  Thankfully Brandt broke from the conversation and joined his point man. Harvish pointed down to a set of steps. Footprints. Small and fresh. Just about Bunny-sized. Rebecca caught up and examined them, then looked up the flight of stairs.

  “This is the way.”

  Giving the nod, Brandt fell in the back of the group as Harvish led them in Bunny’s footsteps. Not good when the flighty redhead was guiding your path. With a measured pace, they climbed the steps.

  Brandt glanced over his shoulder to find a rifle muzzle sticking out of the tower to the right. He turned to the left to find a matching gun out of the tower there. Would they be enough? Would the little “surprises” Lopez had left along their trail?

  With the Disciples? Brandt seriously doubted it.

  * * *

  Rebecca carefully placed her foot on the next step. Each time she felt the salt edge give away, Rebecca felt a little queasy. Well, in honesty that wasn’t the only thing that made her stomach churn. Littered on the stairs were prostrate worshippers. With their knees on the steps, they had laid their bodies over the upper steps, their hands clutched in desperation.

  Once it had been clear that the city was under attack, its inhabitants had turned to their god, praying for deliverance. They did not find it.

  As she mounted the last step, Rebecca found the temple’s courtyard filled with more supplicants. Pulling her eyes from the grim sight, Rebecca sought the high walls of the temple itself. Even now, formed of minerals, you could see the intricate, devotional carvings. And each detailed their god, Moloch, nearly three times the height of a man. Most of the time the Gomorrahian god was represented by a man with a bull’s head. Almost like a minotaur and a devil crossed together.

  Farther up, at the top of the temple stood a towering statue representing the god himself. Moloch dominated from his high seat, arms crossed over his chest, glaring down upon his city. An angry god. A vengeful god.

  Flames lapped around the base of his statue. No great surprise since fire was another hallmark of Moloch, especially since he demanded that families sacrifice their firstborn to his fire. Rebecca wasn’t all that fond of current organized religions, but at the least there wasn’t institutionalized human sacrifice. According to ancient records, these sacrifices were also considered entertainment. Not even Nero had gone that far.

  In many ways, Rebecca could understand why Moses would instruct Joshua to hide the tablets here. To place God’s word at the heart of this cruel ancient god’s seat of power.

  Ahead the temple’s door was ajar with a small pile of salt from the large lock that Bunny must have forced open. Lopez’s grin fell as he raised his weapon. Harvish ducked his head inside quickly and then came back out to report.

  “There’s light in there.”

  Then Bunny was in there. What had she found?

  “Let’s join the party then,” Brandt ordered.

  Rebecca watched Harvish slip past the temple door, then Lopez. Her feet stalled though. Brandt stood behind her, not moving. He didn’t hurry her, but nor did he seem all that patient.

  “Isn’t this what you wanted?” he asked quietly.

  Yes, it was.

  Looking up at the towering bull god, Rebecca realized that this was actually it. She truly might find the rest of the Ten Commandments within this ancient ruined city. Her hands trembled uncontrollably.

  After her last adventure in that cave under Rome, her life had become not her own. Fundamentally her world beliefs had shifted. She was not the same woman as before she discovered those secrets.

  And here she was at the threshold of another. Her feet balking at taking on another ancient mystery. Yet here it lay. Ripe for the picking.

  Never had the old adage been so true.

  Be very careful what you wish for.

  * * *

  Brandt entered the temple with more than a little trepidation. Very little had to do with the Disciples surely on their way. It had more to do with sulfur smell in the air. Even without the retched odor, the place reeked of evil.

  From the depictions of their cruel god to infant skeletons fused into the walls of the temple, Brandt wanted nothing to do with this place. It reminded him too much of that Capuchin crypt. Steeped in depravity, nothing good could come of this place.

  Harvish stopped and pointed to an interior door cracked open. Artificial light streamed from the inner chamber. That had better be Bunny. Off his signal, Harvish moved into the inner temple and the rest followed swiftly behind.

  To Brandt’s surprise, the interior wasn’t a testament to this false god. Instead the place was…trashed. Huge statues of the bull god were shattered nearly beyond recognition. What Brandt could only assume was the sacrificial altar was now nothing more than a pile of salt.

 
Bunny turned at the sound of their entrance, answering the question they all had. “I found the temple like this.”

  Then it must have been Joshua. Even though charged with hiding the tablets in this vile temple didn’t mean he had to like it. Every instance of the false god had been scrubbed from the walls. The shrine completely devoid of Moloch’s influence.

  “Are they…?” Rebecca asked as she mounted the dais to join Bunny.

  The younger woman moved aside to reveal a pillar of salt. Upon its surface lay the remains of the two tablets.

  Tears flooded Brandt’s eyes. He had to blink them back before they spilled out. He’d never felt God’s presence more than standing in this blasted temple. Hidden for millennia, God’s word was equally true now as it was the day upon the Mount when it had been written.

  Taking only a second to indicate to Lopez to watch the door, Brandt stepped up onto the dais, joining the women.

  Bunny had already put the fragments from St. Basil’s into the puzzle. Rebecca was busy fitting the stone chunks that Lopez and Davidson had retrieved from the chalet into the pattern.

  Once added, the two tablets sat nearly complete, only a few minor chips missing.

  The completed tablets were a wonder to behold. And not just for the weight of their history but in their complexity. There were bold passages and then dozens of other, smaller writings surrounding them. Script practically filled the entire surface of the stone. So many more of God’s words than any had imagined before. He hadn’t just given them the Ten Commandments. He’d given them ten upon ten upon ten commandments.

  Rebecca’s fingers traced the largest of the passages.

  “Be all that read these words know they come from the hand of your God. They are that which is all that has come before, that is now, and will forever be.”

  * * *

  Rebecca pulled her finger back, feeling as if she were eavesdropping on a message not meant for her. Her eyes scanned the rest of the tablet. There appeared to be more writing on the stone than was within the Old Testament. No matter if you believed the words were inscribed by God himself, this was the single most complete contemporaneous document to Moses’s time ever discovered.