by John Lyman
Chapter 29
Moshe ran into the villa, shouting and gesturing like a crazy man as he ran up the stairs and heaved himself into Lev’s room.
Standing in front of his bathroom mirror wearing only khaki shorts, Lev was busy trimming his beard with a pair of scissors. In the mirror, he saw the reflection of Moshe standing in the doorway, tears streaming down his face.
“We just got a call from Nava,” Moshe blurted. “She heard over her radio that the jet just crashed into the Mediterranean.”
Lev dropped the scissors in the sink and stared into the mirror before turning to face Moshe. In his mind, he could still see Ariella’s face as she waved goodbye to him from the ground as the helicopter lifted into the air. His daughter, his beautiful Ariella. Anyone but her!
One of the female staff members came running into the room behind Moshe. “Oh, no, God. It can’t be!” She pulled her short black hair back with her hands, stretching the skin on her face and making her eyes look cat-like as she stared at Lev and Moshe, the tears flowing down her face.
As news of the crash sent a wave of sadness over the villa, some gathered downstairs, not knowing where to go or what to do, while others walked out to the beach to stare at the sea, hoping for a sign. Somewhere out there, God had just decided the fate of their friends.
Many wept and prayed for a miracle, but most knew that a high-speed jet crash was usually not survivable, even in water. Only a few hours before, they had all been together, safe at the villa, watching a tragedy unfold on the other side of the world. Now tragedy had visited their world.
Lev sat on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands while Moshe stood by silently, his hand resting on his old friend’s shoulder. Lev choked. He raised his head and looked up at Moshe through tear-filled eyes. “Call the chopper. We’re going out there to look for them. There might be survivors.”
Chapter 30
The main cabin had sunk to the bottom of the Mediterranean, where it had come to rest in the inky blackness for the past hour. Pieces of wreckage still floated about on the surface of the water, and the smell of jet fuel lingered in the air. Miraculously, there had been survivors.
Sadly, the pilots had not survived the initial impact; their cockpit was crushed when it nosedived into a wave as the plane cartwheeled over the water. When the sea rushed into the cabin, Sarah’s emergency training kicked in. She unbuckled herself from her seat and pulled an emergency ring by the door, releasing a life raft that automatically inflated when it hit the water.
John had struggled to free Ariella who had been knocked unconscious and was still strapped in her seat. Leo and Alon had been flung from the aircraft through a ruptured hole in its side but suffered only cuts and bruises. They had paddled their way back into the sinking plane and helped John free Ariella before the cabin began its downward plunge to the sea floor.
The four bobbed to the surface, where John held Ariella’s limp form in his arms. She began to moan and slowly regained consciousness as they floated amid the pieces of wreckage. “What happened?”
“The plane crashed, Ariella,” John said.
“It what?”
“Try not to move too much. You might have a head injury.”
They found Sarah floating on her back, holding onto the inflated raft. She was wracked with fits of coughing from inhaling sea water. Unable to climb into the raft, Leo and Alon swam up beside her. The men then gently lifted both women over the sides and climbed in next to them. Aside from some cuts and bruises and one possible concussion, the group had survived the crash relatively unscathed.
John looked over at Leo while he stroked the water off Ariella’s forehead. “How did we survive that?”
“I don’t have a clue, John,” Leo said. “We were probably going in excess of two hundred miles an hour when I saw the right wing slice into a wave. Hitting the water at that speed is like hitting concrete.”
The group sat in the sloshing water inside the raft, too much in shock to feel any emotion. Ariella was now completely awake but still had no memory of the crash. They scanned the surface of the water for any sign of the pilots, but they all knew in their hearts that the men had now joined centuries of ancient sailors on the bottom of the Mediterranean.
Squeezing the mixture of jet fuel and sea water from her hair, Sarah reached into a bag stowed in the raft and activated the jet’s emergency locator beacon. She then produced a first aid kit and began tending to the minor wounds when Leo suddenly sat up and began frantically searching the sea around them. “The book, John! Where did you put the backpack?”
John’s eyes widened. “I put it next to my seat on the floor of the cabin … and that’s the last time I saw it.” John leaned back and covered his face with his hands. “It’s probably on the bottom of the ocean by now.”
Leo slumped in the raft, unable to think anymore. Survival was now their only priority. They would have to deal with the loss of the book later. He remembered the reddish smoke in the cabin and the smell of sulfur. Satan finally got his Bible back after all.
Nava’s large Blackhawk helicopter landed in front of the villa within minutes of being notified of the crash. She kept it on the ground just long enough to allow Lev and Moshe to climb onboard before she practically jumped the chopper back into the air and sped out over the beach, skimming the waves en route to the scene.
They flew in the direction of the crash with grim determination. Only the whitecaps of some breaking waves were visible to the searchers as they scanned a vacant blue sea around them. Continuing on, they were finally able to see ships and helicopters in the distance, and within minutes they were passing over an Israeli Navy vessel that was rushing to the scene.
Circling overhead, Nava watched several inflatable speedboats drop from the large ship and race toward a small yellow life raft bobbing in the middle of a floating debris field. A navy chopper swung in front of them and flew in low over the drifting wreckage before coming to an abrupt hover as two pararescue divers jumped into the water.
“There are survivors,” Gabriella shouted into her headset microphone. Lev and Moshe strained to see between the tops of the swells. Everyone back at the villa listening to the radio transmissions from the helicopter began to jump and shout for joy. People had survived. But how many?
Lev and Moshe finally saw the life raft and began to count. There were five. Unless they had been picked up by another aircraft or boat, two were missing. They scanned the horizon in an effort to see any bright-colored life jackets floating nearby.
Nava flew her helicopter in beside the navy chopper and radioed the Israeli Navy for permission to pick up survivors. As the big Blackhawk came in low, Lev looked down and suddenly burst out in tears when he saw the face of Ariella looking up at him from the small raft rising over the crests of the waves in the water below. His body was wracked by sobs of joy as everyone was quickly winched aboard and he was finally able to hold his dazed and shivering daughter in his arms once again.
Nava was hovering less than twenty feet above the surface preparing to depart when John suddenly shouted something to Leo before jumping from the open door and splashing into the water below.
“What’s he doing?” Nava shouted. “Has he lost his mind?”
John was swimming like a madman toward something bobbing in the water. A small speedboat from one of the ships arrived and pulled up alongside of him just as he reached the object and pulled it to his chest. Two burly Israeli sailors reached out and yanked him from the water while he held the backpack above his head for everyone in the helicopter to see.
“What kind of idiotic stunt was that?” one of the sailors said to him. “You could have been killed. No piece of luggage is worth that.”
“This one is,” John said.
As soon as he was winched back aboard the helicopter, John opened the backpack. The Devil’s Bible was still resting securely inside, untouched by the crash. Leo could only smile with relief. They had the book, but they were still in Isr
ael. Leo started to speak, but Moshe held up his hand. “I’ll say it for you, Father. Now, one more time, John: never ever let that book out of your sight again.”
Nava tilted her Blackhawk toward the shore, and after a short but speedy flight, they were landing on the roof of the hospital in Tel Aviv, where they would spend the next few hours being X-rayed and prodded until the doctors were satisfied that it was safe to send them home.
Sitting next to each other in the hospital waiting room, Ariella and John began describing Sarah’s dream to Father Leo.
“You’re kidding,” Leo said. “She actually said she heard the word chosen?”
They both nodded their heads. “Those were her exact words, Father.”
Leo had to think this one through. “Give her some time to rest after we get back to the villa, Ariella. If she is truly one of the chosen, God will reveal His plan to us soon enough. I have a feeling she is here for a reason, so if she starts asking questions, tell her the truth.”
As the helicopter lifted off from the hospital roof, everyone who had been in the crash sat frozen in silence. Their nerves were frayed, and their expressions had taken on the thousand-yard stare, a look frequently seen on fatigued combat soldiers who had witnessed horror that exceeded their imaginations.
Within minutes, they were landing on the lawn in front of the villa, where they were surrounded by all of their friends who tearfully welcomed them home and escorted them to their rooms. Ariella was trying hard to let Sarah decompress in a strange environment, but after hearing all the whispers surrounding her arrival at the villa, Sarah insisted on learning the truth behind their flight to Rome. Ariella led her upstairs to a dorm-like room, and while some of the girls from the villa gave her dry clothes and some food, Ariella began telling Sarah about the dreams and the Bible code and the special group of people who were called chosen.
In the wake of the colossal news story from the United States dominating the airwaves, the crash of a private jet in the Mediterranean was never mentioned by the media. The search for the missing pilots would continue into the night and on through the next day, even though the searchers were convinced that the two brave men were now resting in God’s arms at the bottom of the sea.
Chapter 31
Light from inside the villa cast yellow boxes of color across the brick walkways outside the windows as the sun dipped below the horizon. Upstairs in his room, Leo awoke from a brief nap, unable to sleep any longer. He wandered down to the poolside bar where he found John sitting quietly by himself with the backpack at his side. Leo poured two glasses of wine as they looked at one another with unspoken relief at being alive. They sipped their wine in silence before deciding to walk out and sit on the beach. In the gathering darkness, the sound of the surf pounding against the shore provided a rhythmic backdrop to their discussion.
Leo was deep in thought as he gazed out into the total blackness covering the sea and held the wineglass to his nose, inhaling the multilayered aroma. “I think we should have paid more attention to what the code was trying to tell us before we rushed off with the book today.”
“I know, Father. That crash was no accident. Something was with us on that plane. It’s like some form of enveloping energy follows the book wherever it goes. If I hadn’t spotted this backpack when I did, it would have washed back up on shore and then someone or something would have recovered it. No doubt it would have found its way back into that desert or another hiding place somewhere in the world.”
“We’ve got to get that book to Rome somehow,” Leo said, “but I don’t want to risk trying to fly with it again.”
“How about traveling over land?”
“Too risky. We would have to cross Lebanon and Syria before we reached Turkey.”
“Yeah, those are fun countries.”
“Exactly. That’s why I think our best bet is to go by boat.”
“Couldn’t the same force that destroyed the jet do the same to a boat? I mean, don’t you think one rescue at sea is enough for a while, Father?”
“True, but I’m not sure if the force we’re facing is coming directly from the book itself or from farther away. Something is trying to keep the book from leaving the Holy Land, John, and it’s capable of reaching out and bringing down an airplane.”
Leo twisted the base of his glass in the sand. “When we rushed to get on the plane, we failed to take any precautions, and we were almost killed. This time, we’ve got to be more vigilant. I’ve really got to think this one through, because time is running out.”
“Well then, Father, I guess we need to find an unsinkable boat that can take us to Italy.”
Leo laughed out loud as he finished his wine. “I think we both know who we need to talk to. Let’s go find him and see what he’s probably already worked out for us.”
They rose and wandered through the dunes to the silent villa before finding Lev sitting quietly in his upstairs library under a single lamp, absorbed in a book. Lev noticed the two enter the room and pushed his reading glasses up on his forehead, his wrinkled brow furrowing over his bushy eyebrows as Leo and John took seats across from him in matching green wingchairs.
“Ah, what a day, my friends,” Lev said. “I don’t know whether to feel sorrow or happiness. The attack in Houston has brought great sadness to the world. But on the other hand, God has given me back my Ariella. It’s like a giant hand reached down and snatched all of you from a certain death. I had to come up here to read for a while. It helps to clear my head.”
“What are you reading?” Leo asked.
“Revelation. I thought it was appropriate at a time like this.”
“You’ll have to pardon me, sir,” John said, “but I don’t think reading Revelation would clear anyone’s head.”
“No, you’re probably right, my young friend, but I was trying to find some insight into the events of the past few days. I only wish we could have found a warning about the attack on Houston, but sadly, predictions about the future only happen by chance. It’s all part of God’s plan after all. We can never be in complete control or have knowledge of everything. After the attack this morning, we entered the words “Houston” and “nuclear bomb” into the code program, and immediately, the computer found an encoded reference to the event, including the exact hour the bomb would explode. Unless you know specifically what you’re looking for, the only way to find predictions is to accidentally stumble across them like they did with the encoded message of Yitzhak Rabin’s assassination. After he was killed, the researchers went back and found the name of the assassin, but his name wouldn’t have meant anything to them beforehand. The Bible code keeps giving us snippets of information, like God whispering in our ears.”
“What’s on your mind, Lev?” Leo asked, sensing that something else was troubling him.
“I’ve just finished talking with Daniel. He’s begun to translate the Devil’s Bible.”
John literally jumped up from his chair. “You’re kidding. That’s great!”
“I don’t know if great is the word I would use, John. I may have an inquisitive mind, but reading the words of Lucifer is not a task any Christian should take lightly.”
“Has he been able to learn anything so far?”
Lev put his copy of the New Testament aside and leaned forward. “You were very wise to have the book copied for future study in case anything happens to it, Leo. The information we’ve found so far is invaluable. When Daniel’s computer program started translating from the back of the book forward, it became clear why the dark angel is so anxious to have his book back. It appears that Lucifer has his own version of Revelation, and it’s already started.”
“I must have missed something,” Leo said, his emotions sliding from excitement to dread. “Did you say that a different version of Revelation has already started?”
“Yes. The book itself is like an unholy relic. Some of our own holy Christian relics are able to perform miracles in God’s name. The Devil’s relic, if that’s what we ca
n call it, has the power to cause great evil in the world. That’s the most likely reason it was hidden here on earth. Apparently, Satan’s timetable and God’s timetable for the end of days don’t agree.”
Leo stood and began pacing the room. “Then if that’s true, why were we sent to bring something like that out into the world?”
Lev stirred in his seat. “According to what Daniel has been able to decipher so far, the Devil’s Bible has made an appearance in the world once before and was sealed back up to await the end of days. It has the power to jumpstart the reign of the Antichrist before the rapture, causing millions of Christians to remain here on earth to suffer before God can gather them up.”
“That’s impossible,” Leo practically shouted. “God would never allow it.”
“That’s why we were sent to retrieve the book and take it to the chapel under the Vatican. God wants it destroyed, Leo. We are to be His instruments in preventing Satan from rushing the biblical timetable. God is sending us to protect those who have given their lives over to Christ … we’re soldiers in a celestial war now … and there are going to be casualties, Father.”
Leo’s mind was reeling. “You say the book has made an appearance once before?”
“Father Morelli told me of an old archaeologist priest who worked alone out in the Negev Desert back in the late 1930s. He was one hundred years old when he died last year. He was Morelli’s mentor and taught him about the area under the Vatican. His name escapes me, but there were stories from some Bedouins in the area that he found something out there and then suddenly left the country.”