by John Lyman
Lev winked at Leo. “Good idea, John.”
The men walked toward the mess tent, discussing the day’s events and planning for the work ahead that night. Alon was so angry about the security breach he was unable to talk. His face was red, and he brushed off any attempt to make him feel better. The others decided it was better to leave him alone for a while.
For the next few hours, the camp came to a virtual standstill courtesy of the blazing afternoon heat. Alon’s fiancee, Nava, entered the mess tent and sat next to Ariella. She leaned in close and spoke in a soft voice. “I need to get Alon out of here for a while before he drives me and everyone else crazy with his security precautions. We’ve been engaged to be married for a little over a year now, and I can count the times we’ve been together on one hand. My schedule as a military helicopter pilot is so demanding that I’m afraid we’re going to drift apart. Do you have any ideas?”
Ariella thought for a moment before answering. “Why don’t I get John, and we’ll all go on a little picnic to a place I know close-by?”
“That’s a nice idea, Ariella, but don’t you think it’s a little too hot for a picnic? Where is this place?”
“There’s an oasis I’ve been to that’s like a little paradise in the middle of the desert. It’s surrounded by palm trees and has a clear freshwater pool. There’s even a spring-fed waterfall. The problem is, it’s about seventy miles to the west of here, and it would take hours to get there by land.” Ariella gave Nava an exaggerated wink, hoping she would catch the hint.
“Not if you have a helicopter.” Nava smiled. “I’ll have Gabriella fire up the chopper while I go find Alon. You and John grab the food and wine and jump onboard.”
“Who’s Gabriella?”
“My new copilot. You should see the looks on the other soldier’s faces when we land and they realize two girls are providing their air cover.”
After obtaining a basket full of fruit, cheese, and wine from the mobile kitchen, the group of happy campers climbed onboard the helicopter and lifted off across the desert toward the oasis. Alon had initially balked at the idea of leaving the camp in the wake of a security breech, but one look from Nava alerted him to the fact that this outing with her had a higher priority.
John decided against taking the backpack containing the ancient brick and asked Leo to keep an eye on it until he returned. Sitting by the open door of the Blackhawk next to Ariella, he looked down and watched the desert rush by below. “How do you know about this place, Ariella?”
“I did some research for a college project there one summer. We were looking for a species of fish that lives in the spring. They live only in this one spot on earth and are highly endangered. That’s why we try to keep the location a secret from everyone except the Bedouins who’ve used the oasis for hundreds of years. Its thirty degrees cooler next to the waterfall, and I always wanted to go back there with someone special to share it with.” Ariella stared into John’s eyes when she said this, giving him a clue to her hidden meaning.
Soon, the helicopter was circling low over a lush green dot in the middle of the stark landscape. They landed at the edge of the oasis and trekked under the palm trees to a large pool of crystal-clear water. A tall rock formation towered above, where a pristine spring at the summit created a waterfall that fell twenty feet into the turquoise pool beside them. Without hesitation, the group stripped off their shoes and ran for the water, diving fully clothed into the cool depths.
Rising to the surface and floating on their backs, they frolicked in the water while the tension of the day slowly faded away. John backstroked toward Ariella, squirting a mouth-full of water up into the air before turning over to face her. “I’ve been wondering, Ariella, how did you become so interested in history?”
“I used to go with my father on all his archaeological digs around the world. I grew up digging down into exotic ancient cities and discovering beautiful objects of art that had been hidden for thousands of years. I never thought of doing anything else with my life after that. How did you end up becoming a priest?”
“I’m only a candidate for the priesthood. I haven’t taken any vows yet. I’m still not sure if that’s what God’s calling me to do or if He has something else in mind for me. I truly believe God leads us to where we need to go if we listen. Sometimes, I think about having a wife and children someday.”
Ariella studied his face before diving down to the bottom of the pool and surfacing next to him.
“Maybe someday you will.” She grinned through the water streaming down her face. “What was your major?” Ariella winced. “I can’t believe I just asked you that.”
John laughed and pushed the wet hair out of his eyes. “History and anthropology.”
“Really? Most guys I know hate history. Once they find out my passion is all about the past, they lose interest and want to talk about other things. But you… you’re different. You love history, you love animals, and you love God.” Ariella became serious. She gazed into his eyes and grabbed him around the neck, bringing his face against hers and kissing him slowly. She trembled at his touch while he took her in his arms. They kissed again. She had never trembled at anyone’s touch before. They paused with their noses touching, staring into each other’s eyes before she smiled and pulled away. She continued to watch his reaction before plunging her head underwater and swimming back down to the bottom of the pool.
John was in a state of shock as he treaded water, but he knew at that moment that things had changed. Here in the middle of the Negev Desert, halfway around the world from where he was born, John had just made a life-changing connection. He knew beyond any shadow of a doubt that he had found the one girl he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Life really was strange and wonderful.
Ariella returned to the surface and took him by the hand. Together, they swam to the bottom of the pool, where she showed him the small fish that lived under the waterfall. They popped up under the pounding water from above and swam to the bank at the edge of the pool before climbing out and lying on the warm sand while the sun dried their bodies. They lay there, drinking wine and eating fruit and cheese, talking together as though time would run out before they had the chance to say everything they wanted to say.
Alon and Nava had quietly slipped away from the others for some time alone. They had climbed to a shallow pool on top of the falls and were sipping wine in the cool water while peering down on the others below. Nava’s name meant beautiful in Hebrew, and Alon was having a hard time keeping his eyes off of her.
Since the Israeli military required its pilots to maintain a high level of physical fitness, Gabriella had decided to swim laps by herself in an effort to stay in shape and avoid looking at the love-struck couples around her. Her boyfriend was a fighter pilot stationed in Tel Aviv, and she felt a twinge of jealousy that he wasn’t with her now in this beautiful spot. She spotted Nava above the waterfall with a glass of wine in her hand and made a mental note. No more flying for her today. Finished with her laps, she left the coolness of the pool and grabbed a bottle of water before joining Ariella and John on the shore.
John pulled a bottle of wine from the basket. “Would you like a glass, Gabriella?”
“Only if you want two impaired pilots flying you back to base.” She cast a glance up at Nava laughing loudly and playing in the water with Alon.
“Good call,” John said. “Have you two seen much action fighting the terrorists lately?”
Gabriella shook the water from her short blonde hair and fixed him with cool blue eyes. “We’re always on alert here in Israel. Sometimes we have to take out their leaders when we get intelligence that they’re traveling somewhere down a road in a car. They never see us. The first hint they have that we are in the area is when the car they’re riding in blows up after we’ve fired a missile at it from several miles away. I think we’re a pretty good deterrent to the ones who want to live to see their grandchildren.”
“What scares you the most about
fighting the radicals?”
“It’s usually no contest in a firefight, at least, not with us anyway. But you can’t defend against a brainwashed nut job strapping on explosives and walking into a restaurant or mall. With better intel and advanced technology, we’re getting more adept at picking those people out. What really scares me is the possibility of one of those morons getting their hands on a nuclear bomb. I only hope they realize that, if they ever attack us with a nuke, we’ll turn their country of origin into a sheet of melted glass.”
“The problem today is trying to figure out who the bad guys are,” Ariella said, wringing the water from her hair. “We have the usual suspects all around us, but they don’t always represent a country in the traditional sense. The days of huge enemy armies marching across our borders are over. I’m afraid that one day a small group in a cave somewhere will get their hands on a bomb and we’ll have no one to retaliate against, giving them free reign to do it again.”
“Ariella’s probably right,” Gabriella said. “Attacking their country of origin could be counterproductive, especially if you’re dealing with someone like Bin Ladin who even hates his own country. I think the real problem is the hatred and evil that exists in the world today, and it would take an act of God to change that.”
Gabriella looked down at her watch and sighed as she noticed the time. “I guess we need to think about heading back to camp."
Amid the groans and child-like pleas for “just a few more minutes,” the group slowly made their way back to the aircraft. The magical time spent at the oasis had ended, and soon, they were flying back to their hot, dusty camp in the middle of the Negev Desert. The break had allowed Alon and Nava to reconnect and pushed Ariella and John into the realization that they were now more than just friends.
The sun was setting as the chopper set down outside the camp perimeter. Lev cast a slightly disapproving glance at the group as they emerged in their damp clothes, but nothing was ever mentioned about the outing. He was glad to see that his daughter had finally found someone she was interested in. It was time for her to begin to find her own way in the world and not feel obligated to watch after him all the time. He turned back toward the camp and uttered a silent prayer for the safety of everyone who had willingly come to this place in the desert to unearth a mysterious object in God’s name.
The night was much like the night before, except that the young people had built a tall bonfire and were singing and dancing out in the cool dry air of the desert. Two more generators and extra floodlights had arrived, and the new crew members would be working throughout the night at the excavation site. Alon was going from person to person, checking IDs, running laser fingerprint scans, and reporting back to Moshe. He wasn’t going to be burned twice.
After dinner, Ariella took a brief nap and was up again at midnight. She drove alone in a jeep to the dig and found her father checking on the staff’s progress. Lev was standing next to Leo and Daniel at the edge of one of the trenches, looking at a diagram of the site, and work around the excavation was now at a fever pitch. The floodlights created an oasis of light in the middle of a sea of sand as the sound of the generators and the backhoe working nearby made it impossible to speak in a normal tone and the staff had to shout to be heard.
“Where’s John?”
Lev cupped a hand over one ear. “What?”
Ariella raised her voice a few degrees. “I said, where’s John?”
“Oh. He’s asleep back at the camp. We didn’t want to wake him. Some of us need to be fresh for the next shift.”
In the darkness of his tent, John awoke and fumbled for his shirt and pants. He stretched, laced up his boots, and grabbed his backpack. Standing outside, he paused to breathe in the cool desert air while gazing up into the black sky overhead. He marveled at the sheer numbers of brilliant stars above. The night seemed especially full of stars in this part of the world. He looked around the camp at the remaining embers from the bonfire and thought of coffee. The mess tent was dark, so he decided to head out on foot in the direction of the lights at the excavation site in the distance.
Walking out into the desert, John stumbled along in the darkness, mindful of the numerous holes and crevices he had seen during the day and wishing he had remembered to bring a flashlight. He was halfway to his destination when he first heard the sound. Was that an animal?
A low, guttural growl flashed from out of the darkness. Raised on a ranch, John knew the sound was not the usual snarl of any carnivore he had ever heard before. He quickened his pace. The growling seemed to follow him. It was almost directly behind him as he looked over his shoulder and began to run toward the floodlights. He could see nothing in the darkness around him as he ran as fast as he could over the uneven terrain, but the growling was louder and getting closer. He could almost feel the warm breath of exhalation on his neck as his boot caught on a rock and he stumbled forward.
He landed in a shallow rock-strewn hole and lay motionless in the sand as the snarling seemed to come from all directions. John lifted up to his knees and spun around in a circle in a frantic attempt to locate the predator. His heart was pounding, and his breathing was coming in short shallow gasps. Calm down!
He picked up a rock and clenched it in his hand. Peering in the direction of the lights in the distance, he realized no one knew he was out here in the dark all alone.
The snarling and growling grew even louder as he raised his head a few inches above the edge of the crevice. The distant lights of the camp were suddenly blotted out by something in the darkness. A shape. Something was definitely there.
He ducked back down into the shallow depression and lay on his back, staring at the stars. The brick in the backpack dug into his skin as he fought to control his fear. Any moment now, the thing out there would be on him. A bright light suddenly flashed in his face.
“What are you doing down there in that hole with that rock?” It was Alon, his flashlight shining in John’s face. “And where’s your security escort?”
“I didn’t know I needed one.”
“You do now. New rule. We had a security breech yesterday, and if you leave camp, you have to have an escort for your own safety.”
John stood up and brushed the sand from his shirt. “Did you hear an animal growling out here?”
“No. I still want to know what you were doing in that hole.”
“I tripped. How did you know I was out here?”
“The security post back in camp saw you leave and radioed me you were on your way to the excavation site.”
John was starting to wonder if he had imagined it all. “I’m sure I heard an animal growling.”
“I don’t know of any big animals out here in the desert. Nothing for them to eat. Come on. I’ll take you to the dig. We’ll have some coffee. Our guys brought some Starbucks. I love that stuff, especially the Italian roast.”
They were walking toward the lights when a geyser of dust shot up into the air from the center of the excavation. Alon and John could hear shouting and see people running toward the cloud of dust hanging over the site while their radios came to life with a constant stream of excited chatter. The lights of the camp behind them began coming on one by one, providing even more evidence that something big had happened. Alon and John began to run.
John was trying to keep up with the former Special Forces soldier who was shouting into his radio and rapidly leaving him behind. “What is it Alon? What’s happened?”
“The backhoe just disappeared into the ground. Come on. We need to hurry. Someone might be hurt.”
Arriving at the dig, they saw a large group of people standing back from a huge hole in the ground that had just opened up and completely swallowed the backhoe and its operator. The piercing lights of the backhoe could be seen shooting skyward, resembling searchlights at a grand opening, while the sound of the diesel motor could still be heard revving wildly below.
Lev was shouting commands to the staff as he moved to the edge of the hole an
d stared down in horror at the wreckage of the backhoe. “We need to get down there. Now!”
Daniel grabbed his arm. “Careful, Professor. The sides of that crater are still unstable and might cave in.”
Lev stepped back from the rim and motioned to Alon. “Call the chopper. Tell them to hover overhead and lower someone down there. We’ve got to see if that man is still alive and get him out.”
“Yes, sir, I’m calling them now.”
The group stood by helplessly as they heard the sound of the helicopter’s turbines in the distance run from a whine to a full-throttled chop before lifting into the air. Within seconds, the chopper was overhead, and a staff paramedic was rappelling down a rope into the void. Leo could feel nothing but overwhelming admiration at the efficiency of the Israeli-trained men and women as they pulled together when danger presented itself.
Although they could see the lights from the backhoe, they could not get close enough to the edge to see if the driver was moving.
A yellow rescue stretcher was lowered into the large pit, and after several tense minutes, they saw the backhoe operator being winched into the chopper along with the paramedic. When they were safely onboard, the helicopter tilted sideways in an arc and flew the short distance back to camp where the man would be taken to the medical tent.
Alon walked over and stood next to Lev. “I just heard over the radio that the operator of the backhoe had some deep cuts and a few broken bones, but they think he’ll live. They’re going to stabilize him and then fly him to Jerusalem.”
“Thanks, Alon. Praise God the man is alive.”
John stood back from the rim and peered down at the twisted shape of the now-silent backhoe, its lights still pointing eerily skyward. “That’s one big hole in the ground.”
Ariella stood beside him. “This is probably the subsurface anomaly we saw with the ground-penetrating radar yesterday. There’s probably some sort of cavern under us.”
“Let’s get everyone back away from this area right now,” Lev said. “This whole region is obviously unstable. We’re going to have to approach our excavation in a whole new way. We’ll have to wait for daylight to resume operations.”