The Hunt for Greg October: Book One of the Illuminati
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A rush, a bump and they were 10 feet in the air over the water for what felt like an eternity.
Chaz Nouget was free.
As the molecular ectospasmic fields of the Eldridge and the Achille Lauro converged, the pipe Chaz was chained to simply transmuted into a flat section of the wall. He stood up a little dazed by the engine room’s drastic transformation.
Firstly, directly in front of him there was a massive fireball engulfing one of the engines, which originally 2 in number had multiplied to 8. The entire space was stretched out in all dimensions tall and wide. The flat grey paint and dim red bulbs that lit the room had been replaced by dingy white and blue all stained with a black grease.
Chaz instinctively gone for the fire extinguisher mounted to a tall steel pillar. Stopping to analyze the 3 story tall fire he decided it was best just to leave.
He made his way up the steel steps, through a corridor and burst out into a deserted hallway. Catching a glimpse out of a circular porthole he could see it was dark outside. It was all rushing back to him. The smell of coconuts. The warm ocean breeze. The faint tapping of bongo drum off somewhere in the distance. He was on a cruise ship.
Chaz had been on a good number of vacations and, his mind immediately turned to drinks. More specifically finding one before this adventure could resume. He pulled his tortoiseshell aviators from his front shirt pocket and set off.
Joe D had not fared well during the Eldridge’s voyage and subsequent absorption by the Achille Lauro. His left arm had been fused to the steel railing at the bow. It caused a horrific all-consuming pain and the boar thrashed around wildly. He began to gnash at deeply into the trapped arm, howling and snorting with rage.
John Titor’s 4x4 landed with a splash in the small pool nearest the stern of the elegant blue and white ships’ main deck. Warm bubbly chlorinated water began to creep in through the doors.
“Ok folk’s last stop” John burst out breaking the catatonic silence between the trio. He swung open the door wading through the bubbly water to the pools’ edge, peering under to ensure there was no road kill stuck under the truck. Phil got out next and joined John. He looked out and assessed the situation. He could hear the sounds of reveling passengers somewhere close.
“This is the USS Eldridge?” Phil asked. “No it is not” Titor replied quickly, “This is…” He pulled the rolled up spiral notebook from his pocket, licked his finger and flipped some pages. “This is the A chile Lauro and it, is…” he checked his watch. “Just about to sink looks like.”
Phil’s face scrunched up. “So where’s Chaz then?” he asked, selecting the question from the dozens whizzing around in his head now.
Ritzy sat still silent, bright blue water swirling around her red high heels in the center seat of the Blazer.
“And what do we do about her?” Phil Gates pointed in her direction.
“She’s cool.” John replied waving his hands before returning them to the pockets of his faded blue jeans. “I’d bet that ol’ spook Chaz is in a conga line somewhere around here by now, you ought to find him while I go give the Illuminati a piece of my mind.”
Ritzy Trite’s fliptop dinged with another message.
To: Ms. Ritzy Trite
From: Anonymous
Subject: SPECIAL WEATHER STATEMENT
SPECIAL WEATHER STATEMENT
AU WEATHER SERVICE MAPUTO MOZAMBIQUE
1151 PM CAT WED NOV 30 1994
MZZ015-140600-
THIS SIGNIFICANT WEATHER ADVISORY IS FOR THE CRUISE SHIP ACHILLE LAURO.
AT 1151 PM CAT...A HIGH HEAT ADVISORY HAS BEEN ISSUED FOR THE SHIP ACHILLE LAURO LOCATED OFF THE COAST OF INHACA IN THE INDIAN OCEAN...
HAZARDS INCLUDE...
TEMPERATUIRE UP TO AND POSSIBLY EXCEEDING 1100 DEGREES...
MAJOR FLOODING...
LARGE EXPLOSIONS...
LOSS OF LIFE...
…THE OCCUPATIONAL SAFETY AND HEALTH OFFICE RECOMMENDS SCHEDULING FREQUENT REST BREAKS IN SHADED OR AIR CONDITIONED ENVIRONMENTS. ANYONE OVERCOME BY HEAT SHOULD BE MOVED TO A COOL AND DRY LOCATION PREFERABLY A LIFE BOAT.
Chaz had found a nice place to collect his thoughts. He sat on a red leather bar stool and patiently waited for someone who could sell him a drink. He was alone apart from the tic-tic jazzy melodies echoing from somewhere behind the bar.
“Mai Tai Mr. Chaz?” Pango asked from behind the bar.
“Jumpin’ Jehosaphat!” Exclaimed Chaz Nouget. “How in God’s green Earth did you get here!?”
The small Polynesian man appeared shimmery, like a mirage at sea. “Where is here, really?” he asked, as always polishing a glass and carefully placing it beneath the bar. “…Or when for that matter?”
Allowing a deep breath to fill his nostrils Chaz retorted, “It’s five o’ clock somewhere Pango and I’m as thirsty as dry land”.
Pango sprung to action. In 5 seconds flat a beautiful pint of gin, ice and bubbly water and mint leaves blossoming abundantly from its top appeared before Chaz.
Sipping it slowly he thought of Carmel, and his wife Sharon. He’d been gone for so long. His years of extensive psychological training allowed no thought to escape the moment.
“A song perhaps?” Pango asked sensing his patron’s mood.
“Not now. I’ve got to figure out where I am. What’s been happening.” muttered Chaz. “I’ve got to find Greg October, kill him, and then I’m going home.” He trailed off, rising from the bar “for good.”
“Godspeed Mr. Chaz.” Pango replied, and faded into the ether.
After a quarter hour of meandering Chaz found his way onto the deck of the Achille Lauro. Thoughts of home had driven the fire beneath him from his mind. When he came upon the sight of Phil Gate’s bare white ass nailing a black girl out the side of an old truck, those thoughts too left him.
***
Greg October wasn’t on the Achille Lauro. Or the USS Eldritch. Or in Africa. He didn’t exist yet in a real sense.
Floating in an iridescent thread somewhere in cyberspace, or perhaps in a bioillogical mind, Greg October had a sort of pre-existence; A spark of genius fermenting, ready for distillation and ultimate inspissation.
At the same time, an other, more tangible piece of him was present tonight. John Titor’s band of misfits, the Illuminati lieutenant Joe D, and Agent Chaz Nouget were all here because of him. They attended to his life’s work of tearing shit up.
As John Titor reached the bow of the ship he was greeted by a visceral scene.
The beast licked and gnawed at his blood soaked arm, panting heavily.
“Fucking time-traveling dick” Joe spat as Titor approached, beginning to thrash again wildly. “I’ll crush you little-“. His words became an terrible howl as John’s first bullet tore into his gut.
“Didn’t think you’d see me again, eh?” Titor paced casually back and forth. “You cheated death”
The boar’s muscles tightened and a heaving was heard and the rail bent and snapped. Freed, he launched head first towards his assailant.
Quickly John fired twice more. This time the bullet’s tore straight into Joe’s snout, fusing his massive jowls together with his beady eyes with a sickly raspberry jelly.
Being quite superstitious John immediately exorcised himself the corpse. Summoning an amazing strength, he heaved it overboard into the churning sea.
Titor turned, adjusted his denim vest and began to whistle a tune. As he headed back toward the hot tub, a green fog began to descend on the burning Achille Lauro.
***
Don’t miss the next exciting book in Peter Fingers Illuminati series coming this winter,
The Chymical Wedding of Ted RosenCruz
On an Evening before Easter-Day, I sat at a Toilet, and having (as was my Custom) in my humble Prayer sufficiently conversed with my Creator, and considered many great Mysteries (whereof the Father of Lights his Majesty had shewn me so few) and being now ready to prepare in my Bowels, together with my dear Paschal Lamb, a small unleave
ned, undefiled Cake; all of a sudden arose so horrible a tempest, that I imagined no other but that through its mighty force, the hill on which my little house was founded would fly into pieces.
But inasmuch as this, and the like from the Devil (who had done me many a service) was no new thing to me, I took courage, and persisted in my meditation, til somebody in an unusual manner touched me on the back; whereupon I was so hugely terrified, that I dared hardly look about me; yet I showed myself as cheerful as (in such occurrences) human frailty would permit. Now the same thing still twitching me several times by the coat, I looked back, and behold it was a fair and glorious lady, whose garments were all sky colored, and curiously (like Heaven) bespangled with golden stars; in her right hand she held a golden trumpet, on which a name was engraved which I could read but was as yet forbidden to reveal. In her left hand she had a great bundle of letters of all languages which she (as I would soon understand) was to carry across the country. She also had large and beautiful wings, full of eyes throughout, with which she could mount aloft, and fly swifter than any eagle.
I might perhaps have been able to take further notice of her, but because she stayed so little time with me, and terror and amazement still possessed me, I had to be content. For as soon as I turned about, she turned her let-ters over and over, and at length drew out a small one, which with great reverence she laid down upon the table, and without giving one word, departed from me. But in her mounting upward, she gave so mighty a blast on her gallant trumpet, that the whole hill echoed from it, and for a full quarter of an hour after, I could hardly hear my own words.
In so unlooked for an adventure I was at a loss, how either to advise or to assist my poor self, and therefore fell upon my knees and besought my Cre-ator to permit nothing contrary to my eternal happiness to befall me. Whereupon with fear and trembling, I went to the letter, which was now so heavy, that had it been mere gold it could hardly have been so weighty. Now as I was diligently viewing it, I found a little seal, on which a curious cross with this inscription, IN HOC SIGNO VINCES, was engraved.
Now as soon as I espied this sign I was the more comforted, as not being ignorant that such a seal was little acceptable, and much less useful, to the Devil. Whereupon I tenderly opened the letter, and within it, in an azure field, in golden letters, found the following verses written.
This day, today
Is the Royal Wedding day.
For this thou wast born
And chosen of God for joy
Thou mayest go to the mountain
Whereon three temples stand,
And see there this affair.
Keep watch
Inspect thyself
And shouldst thou not bathe thoroughly
The Wedding may work thy bane.
Bane comes to him who faileth here
Let him beware who is too light.
Below was written: Spotus and Flotus.
Peter Finger’s Illuminati
Book One: The Hunt for Greg October
Book Two: The Chymical Wedding of Ted RosenCruz
Book Three: The Certain & Most True Story of the Amityville Haunting
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