The others walked back to the Palace and entered via the police guard there, where they met the Condor who walked them back to the Tripartite Shrine. There was the Eagle sitting on a rock. He had been talking to an awake John, who was propped up against the wall he was on obviously in tremendous pain. He couldn’t even hold his shoulder wound and whilst the Eagle had applied a bandage temporarily stopping the flow of blood, even John could tell he would need amputation. He wondered how long the Eagle would make him sit there. As the Eagle saw the others approaching he said:
“This guy here is a defiant bastard you know. He even thought he had killed me years ago. I told him I was his ghost. He missed me once, he never saw me today, yet he knew because he hid and was not with his men at the front and that is why he lost. Because he is stupid.”
David stepped over the wall and said to the Eagle; “May I borrow your knife?”
The Eagle looked inquisitively at David and handed him his unsheathed knife. It was a big knife and razor sharp.
“He hasn’t got any fight left in him, David.”
“Don’t worry,” David responded, “I’m a pacifist.”
David walked up to John, who just sneered hatred at him. John was struggling to speak. He was very weak and couldn’t even reach up and touch David. David took John’s blood soaked t-shirt and cut it from neck to chest. He then grabbed both sides and ripped it clear to the waist. He stood back with a look of bemused satisfaction on his face.
“I thought as much.” Clearly tattooed over John’s heart was a faded tattoo. It was of a Chevron over a circle. John was Yanni, Sophia’s son, the one castrated, taken and used by the families, groomed since he was three years old, who grew such hatred to his family that he hunted them down as a teenager and killed his father and in the process put his elder brother into a coma that had lasted nearly twenty years. “You will want to see this,” David said to the others.
The Condor and Abbey stepped over the wall and looked at John in disgust. Rocko helped Sophia over the wall and as he saw John said: “Of course… John is Yanni in Greek.”
Sophia walked past John a couple of metres away and turned and looked at him. She saw the tattoo and recognised him instantly. Even through all the years and traumas he still looked like Stevos, tucked up contorted in the cot. John looked up at her. His pupils dilated. A sly grin came on his face and he spat on the ground in the only act of defiance he could muster.
“Come now,” said David “Be more respectful to your mother.”
“David!” It was Abbey’s voice.
David turned but it all happened in slow motion. Sophia had pulled a gun from her coat. It was an ancient pistol yet she cocked it and fired, obviously a move she had practised for years. John received the bullet through his right eye. The last thing he experienced before he passed from this Earth to his own judgement day was the completion of his mother’s wrath. An eye for an eye, the irony of tragedy.
45
Black left his office in the plush Central Park district of New York. He did not take his limousine. Instead he took an old New York yellow taxi. He disdained these cars. They stank of mediocrity.
Black checked his travel documents. Passport and credit cards for a Percival Karlsson. They were perfect of course. He was only seven minutes from the office and a few blocks away when he vaguely heard it. The taxi driver looked in his rear view mirror, then shrugged at his customer and turned his eyes back to the road. What he heard was the detonation of the charges in Chant’s office. The whole building was to come down and over two hundred people lost their lives in the wreckage. Collateral damage, Black thought, as he scoured the streets through the cloudy taxi window. Included in the news the next day were the dead, from the terrorist attack, featuring one Mr Black and a six year-old candid snapshot; the said benefactor to the New York Museum and many other of the city’s initiatives. An enigma of a man, but powerful and wealthy. The papers reported that he was obviously the target of an attack by Al Qaeda.
Black had planned for this day, but hoped it would never come to pass. At the airport he boarded a flight bound for Stockholm, business class of course. The billionaire Percival Karlsson was finally returning home to Sweden to his private home, one of nearly 30,000 islands on the fjords outside Stockholm. The private island retreat was secure and finally after years of maintenance and the occasional guest the fifteen full-time staff were to meet the elusive owner.
Here Black was to live out his days, away from the media, prying eyes, adversaries or the power his life had come to be about. The incident in Crete and discovery of the DNA trail of the greatest secret in the world would flow slowly and deliberately to the world from mouth to ear, as the elders had foreseen. The Church’s secret was going to come out and there would be a lot of fallout. Whether it could ever be saved was doubtful. Regardless of owning the media, the oil, and other industries of global power, the families were forced to break down their structures and Black knew that prying eyes and would be goody-two-shoes would come by their hundreds to uncover them. He chose anonymity and isolation. Chant had failed him and paid the ultimate price. He was not prepared to do that.
As the taxi sped on the highway to JFK, Black took one last look at the Manhattan skyline, his Manhattan, the same town where he had both built and destroyed the twin towers. Now he was destroying himself for a peaceful yet ultimately boring retirement.
“Have you seen the papers, dude?” Rocko was transfixed to CNN about the news in New York City. It had been 48 hours since the crazy day at Knossos Palace. He had of course been restitched. Lone Bear was making a speedy recovery. Phillip was pretty bruised but entertaining Stacey by doing comedy with the one crutch the hospital insisted he had. The Eagle and Condor had left the island and David and Abbey had hardly been seen. Rocko knew they had been ‘catching up’.
“Yeah I have seen it buddy. Looks like Black had a getaway planned. I doubt anyone took him out. He would have so many contingencies. I just hope we all have heard the end of him and the families for a while,” replied David.
They were staying at a small boutique hotel in town resting up. They had booked out the whole place and David was in the lounge making a coffee for him and Abbey. Abbey came out of their room into the communal lounge dressed in a singlet and ripped jeans and no shoes. Her hair was a little more out of place than Rocko had ever seen. He admired the girl immensely. He always loved women who could kick his butt.
“My love, what is the latest on Sophia? I’ve been a bit distracted,” Abbey said, smiling.
David gave Abbey her coffee. Rocko looked at him and said. “Don’t worry, I’ll get my own.”
David produced a second cup and said: “This is for you Rocko. I didn’t want one.” Smiling he continued: “Stacey has been in touch with the University of Nova Scotia. They want the DNA sample from Stevos and John. She has agreed. There are not to be any charges for her actions. The Eagle made sure of that, but it certainly was extreme. Imagine your own son killing your husband and destroying your other son’s life and then taking their life nearly twenty years later. Phew, that’s the stuff of thriller movies.”
“Especially when the kids are the most royal bloodline in history eh!” chimed in Rocko.
“I guess so,” Abbey reflected. “Yet throughout history this has occurred in all the royal houses. Look at the pharaohs of Egypt. Cleopatra had her siblings killed so she could rule Egypt. It’s pretty much the same thing.”
“Yeah I guess,” said Rocko. “What do you think is going to happen now?”
“Look Rocko, in the end people will think what they think. The age of Pisces has finished and people are already moving away from the Church in droves. People are finding faith in themselves finally. This may well speed things up, when the tests and information finally prove the biggest cover-up in history. I’d love to see those people in control lose some of their power and distribute some of their wealth so others can actually benefit. But it will take some time, that’s if someone doesn�
��t find a way to shelve it. In the end the truth always prevails.” David was thoughtful and considered in his response to Rocko’s question.
The big man sipped on his coffee and looked around the lounge.
“Stacey is heading back to NZ with Phillip. She needs to get home to her kids for sure. I’m pretty bored with these walls already and they ain’t thick enough, if you know what I mean.”
“Oops,” smiled Abbey.
Rocko rolled his eyes and continued. “Someone has got to get that Learjet back to Cusco. I spoke to the Eagle and he has a pilot here that will take me. Not that I have to go, but I do have a date there if you remember… and I hate standing pretty girls up.” He looked at them and then back at his coffee, pretending to be shy.
“Go ahead, Rocko,” said David. “You deserve a good break. Our plane is in Cairo if you recall and with Abbey talking about Egyptian pharaohs I think we might have a quick break in Egypt. I fancy a nice quiet Nile cruise. What about you, Miss Bec?” David looked across the room at Abbey who was holding her coffee cup in both hands enjoying its heat.
“Sounds perfect. A nice quiet little cruise, why not?”
Author’s Note
This book is based on a life of research. The story of the Minoans is true, as is the story of the Talpiot Tomb, and that of the Templars in the USA. There are a group of families that control this planet. It’s not all bad, but they do control the pharmaceutical industry, the media and other pretty important stuff and they sure are a big target for Truthseekers.
Do your own research and make up your own mind.
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Dedication
This book is for Landi Jac, the absolute love of my life. You inspire greatness in me, accept my flaws and make me want to be the best I can be. You have read every word and double-checked every aspect of my research, and so much more. In the beginning I met you for just ten minutes. We fell in love and decided to change our lives and everything in them because of those minutes. It proves that all our dreams can come true. I love you with all my soul.
And to Dave Rogers, a phenomenal business partner and best friend. What a journey we have had and will continue to have.
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Epilogue
David and Abbey were packed and ready to make their way to the airport when the hotel phone rang. It was Minos, Sophia’s ‘brother in law’, and his voice bellowed in panic as David answered.
“Mr Clark, I went to the house this morning and Sophia is gone…!” He began sobbing.
“Stevos is dead, Mr Clark… I found him. I don’t know what to do.”
David listened in absolute bewilderment.
“Have you contacted the authorities?”
“No, I don’t know why, but I called you first.”
“Good,” said David. “Do nothing and touch nothing. We will be right there.”
After getting Abbey up to speed David phoned Rocko, who was about to start his journey to Cusco, and diverted him from the airport. Thirty minutes later all three were standing with Minos in the small front room of Sophia’s home. Many of her clothes had gone, but it was obvious the home had been cleared in a rush. It was like the scene of a burglary.
Abbey had immediately run to the room where Stevos was and found the machine had been turned off. He lay in a state that immediately indicated to Abbey his soul was free to return to heaven. He looked almost at peace.
“Mr Minos,” David spoke, while securing the old man’s shoulder with a caring hand and wondering how much more his heart could take. “I think we all realise that Sophia may not have been the person you thought, but we need to find out who she was and why she ran. She had been cleared by the authorities for killing John, so at this point I’m as confused as you, but I can tell you that if this was an abduction there would have been nothing packed at all. So I am afraid she was not taken – she left.”
Turning to Abbey, he saw the light go on in her eyes. He adored how bright she was – he’d never seen this level of genius in any other being.
“David, the shot she fired at John. It makes sense now,” Abbey said.
“What do you mean?” said Rocko.
“She pulled out that old gun before we could stop her and it was a clean shot, right through the eye. An eye for an eye. She didn’t shake or have any recoil issues. Oh my goodness, why did not I see it earlier? Even the Eagle missed it in the confusion. She is trained in weapons and she is a crack shot.”
“What?” spat Minos “I don’t understand. I knew Sophia almost my whole life.”
“Yes, Mr Minos,” Abbey replied. “You knew Sophia, the mother, the victim, but what if all of that was contrived. You could tell John knew the truth in his last moments. He knew her as more than his mother.”
“We need to get answers and fast,” David interjected. “Goodness knows where she is. Every moment counts.”
David, Rocko and Abbey began a thorough search of the house. Minos had collapsed on the couch murmuring to himself and crying. Rocko couldn’t help himself. His trip to see the lady of his affections in Peru was now on hold so he thought he would seek out Sophia’s hidden ouzo. It occurred to him as he went to the drawer that she could take her shots of ouzo pretty well for an old woman.
He fossicked in the drawer. In it was the photo of the family she had shown them and a few bits and pieces, but as he searched down the back for the bottle he realised the drawer didn’t look or feel quite right. Rocko pulled it out and started to bend it, trying to see what it was that had piqued his curiosity.
The drawer indeed had a false bottom and when he pried it open, several old papers fell out. Rocko picked them up and at a glance his brow furrowed and he forgot all about the ouzo.
“David, Abbey… you are going to want to see this.”
David and Abbey crowded around the papers and took them in. The main document was a certificate of her marriage to her husband. Attached to it was a photo of the young couple, now over forty years ago. There was Sophia, a blonde-haired beauty, athletic and confident as a bride. Abbey spoke up first.
“I know you saw it, David, her maiden name… it’s Black!”
“How could we have missed this?” David cried out. “She’s one of them. She’s part of it. She married him to be close. She is part of this… wow.”
“She was one smart old bag,” Rocko chimed in, almost enjoying the game that he saw unfold in front of him.
“She tied up all the loose ends – Stevos, John, and probably others we will never come to know about. We won’t find her. I guarantee she’s not on any commercial flight. She’s gone to her father, wherever he is. I’ll bet she doesn’t even look like Sophia. Probably that whole old lady thing was a ruse she carried on for years.”
“It is true,” Minos interjected. He had stopped sobbing. “About fifteen years ago, she seemed to age almost overnight. She looked entirely different, but I didn’t see her that regularly and with all she ha
d been through I just accepted sometimes she looked a little better than others.”
“Don’t worry, Mr Minos,” Abbey said. “She must be a highly experienced double agent. These people carry on guises for decades before they strike.”
“But why …?” chirped Rocko. “What’s this about?”
David had been looking to the heavens, deep in thought, and now his eyes turned to Rocko’s. He stepped toward him and placed his hands on his shoulders.
“Because, my old friend, we have been duped. It’s all a lie. It’s been a lie since Constantine and we fell for it, but it was so good most people draw a dead end. But you see, we had actually uncovered the truth. We just hadn’t seen it yet, but in the hours, days or weeks to come we would have worked it out. Abbey would have put two and two together about the shot. We would have uncovered more as we wrote up our notes.
“Rocko, old pal, I have to admit – it’s brilliant. The lineage of Jesus is all a lie. Propagated all those years ago, it has fired the imaginations of many people, because they wanted Jesus to have a child. Everyone from Hughes De Payan the great Templar master to Dan Brown the novelist. We all wanted it to be true, but it isn’t.”
Rocko looked at David and squinted, noticing David still had his hands on his shoulders.
“How do you know this now? What makes you sure?”
“Because…” David drew breath. “Even you said it a week or so ago. You said, what if you were the lineage to Jesus? That’s it. Everyone wants hope and what greater hope than there being a lineage of Christ and maybe even having it in your bloodline.”
Rocko just stared at him. David smiled and went on.
“You see, the way control works is through fear and confusion. The families create fear through war, economic collapse, the media and the greatest inspirer of all – our own personal faith. Yet if there is no slight hope, then there is no point. We become less than human, machines, and that doesn’t lead to progress, productivity and stimulation for those in power.
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