Damascus Code

by Merri Christi Pemberton

  Grayson told Amelia he had three follow-up meetings with these people. Of course, they never revealed their full plan to him, but Grayson knew far too much anyway. I asked Amelia why she would risk telling me even a portion of what Grayson told her. She said that my work needed to be done, and I could help save her husband.

  Grayson believed that my research could provide the answers for many of our most dangerous diseases. He also believed it could persuade the US Congress members to consider new legislation to fund alternative treatments and curb the growing Pharma influence. I asked Amelia what made her husband realize this group was a global threat. She told me in the second meeting that they revealed a plan to first overtake the US, and then the global, economy and medical industry.

  They assigned Grayson to persuade politicians and corporate leaders to join the entity’s world health and economic initiative. The entity would secretly reward the leaders with owning patents on the breakthrough treatments and cures, which was stolen from myself and the other researchers. The leaders would, in exchange, be required to depress or eliminate government assistance, loans, and wages for at least 80% of the population.

  The entity would split the profits and resources between it and those leaders—making them all insanely wealthy.

  In addition, there would be a massive propaganda campaign to make the masses go along with it all. How can the people go along with the this—voluntary poverty. Amelia did not know any more details of that plan. She had no idea when it and the propaganda would start.

  Grayson was promised a piece of the action, making him a one percenter and giving him a clear path to any political office he wanted. He would have a powerful and global funding machine behind him, if he wanted to be a politician or political power broker Grayson said he would write a proposal to assist their goal. The organization was agreeable to his request.

  After Grayson went home from that meeting, he created the proposal for them and sent it to the address he was given for the E-Group. Immediately after, his family sold most of their belongings and fled down south. Amelia's meeting with me was on their way out and to their new home in the Carolinas.

  Grayson knew that I came to this diner every afternoon at 1:00pm. I was almost terrified to push for more details. They took a big risk coming down here.

  She smiled and said ‘I have to go.’ Before Amelia left, she pulled a pink box from her handbag and gave it to me. ‘I hope you enjoy angel food cupcake,’ she said. ‘It's a beautiful day, you know. Take some time to enjoy the trees.’

  On that note, Amelia walked out of the diner. I looked down at my pink box for a second. When I looked up, she was gone. That was the last time I saw the Barrett family.

  My mind went over and over about this mystery plan Grayson created for that organization. I could only imagine the danger his family was already in. I fondly remembered Grayson’s mannerisms, which were always respectful and sometimes boisterous; his sharpness and brilliant mind, and his love for parks.

  The trees!

  Amelia said that I should enjoy the trees. Grayson used to talk about the beautiful the trees at Everyman Park—located minutes from the diner. He went to the park regularly. I quickly paid my bill and rushed to Everyman.

  What seemed like seconds, I was suddenly at Everyman Park. It was indeed a beautiful park with cherry blossom trees and flower beds framing the stone walking path. The park wasn't too crowded, but a few people were out. Mothers' were playing with their children, college students were laying out on blankets, and I was searching for answers to a horrifying ordeal.

  I walked around for close to an hour, searching for whatever. I had no idea what I was looking for. Maybe someone was to meet me here and give me answers; maybe it’s Grayson. I walked and walked. I eventually sat down on a stone carved bench and put my briefcase and pink box beside me.

  “I dug into my box and pulled out a cupcake. Before taking a bite, I noticed a piece of folded paper underneath at the bottom of the box. When I opened up the paper, I saw Grayson’s neat handwriting. He began to tell his story. In front of me was the plan."

  Grayson Speaks

  “Dr. Amahl, I hope that this letter finds you well. Thank you for being an great professor, mentor, and friend. I heard about your run-in with an underground terrorist group. I suspect that you know a little about them, but not nearly as much as you need. I have the information that you must know.

  First thing you should know, the group’s recruiters told me about their attacks against you.

  If this makes any difference to you, they originally didn't want to kill you. They wanted to steal your research regarding blood diseases. Their purpose was to use your work as currency to first dictate the economic and health industries—then dictate national and global policies.

  They know you have found the kind of medical and health breakthroughs that would drive any nation to give you the world. They know you have the key to living and prolonging life without disease. Your work is a treasure for them to wave in the faces of everyone from world leaders to the poor souls stuck in unending poverty. They plan to use your work to make our leaders fall at their feet.

  It's hard to runaway from them, as they have eyes around the world. My advice to you is to go into hiding. I had no choice but to flee with my family, but that isn't the end of it. I haven't told my wife this yet, but I will leave my family and disappear for the time being.

  If I stay with my wife and little girl, then they will become targets as well. I was the one who got involved with this organization; I will have to take the fall for it.

  Listen carefully!

  The plan that I gave to this entity was a fake. You know that one of my best talents is the ability of persuasion. I listened closely to the demands and needs of this group. I asked a lot of questions and observed the recruiters’ tone of speech and body language. I saw their weaknesses and strengths from their responses to my questions.

  See, no matter how inhumane these people are; they are still human beings. They have buttons we can push to manipulate even their most minor thoughts, actions, and fears.

  They see most of the population as either sub-human or non-human who don't deserve to live. This entity think its a rising power who can manipulate every system in this world to become its ATM.

  In each system, from the economy to education, they already have recruits embedded in them. I heard this from the recruiters own mouths. Right now, it is a small number of these recruits—just in the thousands. This number will explode in the years to come.

  They think that my plan will give them a list of elite advisers to presidents, kings and queens, heads of finance, and many other world leaders. These are not the advisers you have seen or heard about in the press or on conversation. I told them these were very exclusive and private individuals.

  The truth is, the individuals who I will submit to those terrorists are none of these. I do know the right influencers who actually counsel our leaders privately and can give these terrorists a front seat to power. The names I will submit to them are not in that inner circle.

  I selected these faux advisers because they were masters at embellishing their own importance and influence on our world leaders. They are just good enough to get an invite to a state dinners and a little face time with those leaders. Other than that, they’re professional posers. Any referrals these advisers make will be ignored by the truly powerful.

  Fortunately for me, the recruiters won't know immediately that these individuals are a waste of time. These advisers know enough to sell the recruiters on their so-called elite status. The time they waste pacifying these recruiters will buy my family and I enough time to leave—and then my disappearance.

  My faux plan also directed the recruiters to arrange a meeting with the advisers to discuss the project that it will implement. The meetings won't go anywhere, but they will likely become a drawn out negotiation where the recruiters think these faux advisers are hiding their hands until the right moment. I informe
d them that these advisers have to put on this cat and mouse act until they feel comfortable with forming a partnership. The recruiters will see this as a necessary game, for now. Hopefully, I will be out of the way and my family safe before then.

  I imagine that you want to know what happens when the terrorist network finds out that this was all fake. Will they kill these fake advisers?

  No.

  The network won’t blow its cover by committing unnecessary crimes.

  I've already taken steps to protect my wife and daughter after I am gone. Amelia's knowledge of these dealings are a lot, but still heavily limited. She knows about terrorists and that I created a faux plan, but she has no idea of specific details in the plan. She only knows that the plan was designed to protect our family, which it was.

  It is imperative that you read and remember what I have said. Remember the notes that I’ve attached to this letter. Do not show them to anyone, but a few people who I will name.

  One of them is my friend and classmate Geoffrey Carrington. Please give him a copy, as I have asked him to look after my daughter. When my daughter is at least 20 years of age; I want him to give his copy of this letter and notes to her. If Geoffrey and my wife Amelia leave this earth before my daughter is of age, then please select a trusted colleague in our circle to take over Geoffrey’s responsibility. You can take that place, if you do wish.

  Make sure you can trust this additional person beyond the shadow of a doubt! This man or woman has to be exceptional and will go to extremes to make sure the letter and notes don't see the light of day outside of you and that person. You are a man of integrity. I trust you.

  I think you will be interested to know that my baby girl Madeleine is showing already quite an interest in archaeology. I know that Aberdeen has some of the best archaeologists in the world. Maybe there is a future for her there, which could allow Geoff to keep a close eye on her. He can offer protection in any of my former enemies find out she was my daughter and true identity.

  As for your own safety, I have the following advice. Find a way to keep your research well hidden for now. If not, drop it all together. If you keep running these research projects, then you better form a covert global team to carry out the research and provide strict security. Find another underground lab, if you have to!

  “This terrorist network will come back and take you out. They will turn your legacy into some of the darkest days our world will experience.”

  Dr. Amahl Breaks Into Grayson’s Letter To Speak –

  “I was stunned! When I thought things couldn't get any worse, this letter took it to a whole new level! I knew what I needed to do. I had to pass it on to a strictly selected group of scientists who I can trust. After four hours of sleep, I found a solution.

  I will hide my work in plain sight. I would talk to the department head and give a press conference, but it won't be to necessarily say that I was giving up my research. It will be to announce a new direction in the research. I would repurpose my research to sound like something meaningless and useless to the network’s need, but all along the solutions and cures will be hiding in this work.

  “The only people who will know about this arrangement will be me and a select group who will carry on and protect this work. Some of these individuals will not know the full story of the research being conducted. There will, however, be an elite few who will know more than the rest.

  Those who are reading this book are par of those elites."

  This group includes a scientist, a gatekeeper, and two runners. The scientist is Dr. Francisco Magellan.

  You two are my runners who will track down the women involved in the original research and acquire additional information from them. You will work directly with the gatekeeper.

  The gatekeeper will finish translating what the Damascus Code says and means.

  She is the guardian of the code.

  Her name is Madeleine Barrett, Grayson Barrett’s daughter—also known as Morgan Bannister.

  Break From Dr. Amahl-

  “Morgan is her alias.” Avalon muffled her shock—hand over mouth.

  Silas mouth was frozen open. He scraped up enough awareness to say, “Unbelievable.”

  He flipped to the next page of the brief.

  “I had a feeling Dr. Magellan was involved, but had no idea Morgan—should have known.”

  “That’s a good thing.”

  Avalon laughed, “That’s a great thing.”

  “Did you know she was—“

  “No! I had no idea. She never mentioned her dad to me.”

  Silas softly replied, “I imagine she couldn’t.”

  Avalon agreed, but brought them back to the mission. “This is just the beginning.”

  Silas held Avalon’s hand, “Let’s keep reading.”

  Back To Avalon And Silas

  The silence was deafening. Silas' eyes glazed over in a trance. Avalon could barely speak her next sentence.

  She whispered, "So, we’re part of them."

  As both continued reading, Amahl revealed the secret of the mission.

  Chapter 6

  Dr. Benjamin Ezra’s Speaks –

  “Now that you heard Dr. Amahl’s letter, I want to express undying gratitude. Thank you, on behalf of our team, for you joining us in this fight. Now that you are part of our small team, I will tell you the secret behind what we are doing.

  To carry on Dr. Amahl’s work, his research will integrate into my current project. For this cause, I had to go into exile.

  This project is focused on gene editing.

  The research in gene editing has been truly groundbreaking. It led me to a shocking discovery.

  Our genes and DNA form a pattern, a language, which is crucial for our bodies to function. If there is a defective gene or abnormal mutation, then that language is disrupted. When that happens, it can accelerate sickness and death.

  Ten years ago, I was doing a study on three people who experienced supernatural healing or transformation. In each of their blood samples, I discovered an odd combination of genes. This combination made up a new language, a new genetic code.

  This new genetic code formed a super DNA— impenetrable to disease!

  Two of the samples came from an American woman and an Israeli girl. The third sample, our original sample, is believed to be from the Apostle Paul.

  There was an oral legend, not recorded in the Bible’s Damascus story about Paul—who was known as Saul before his conversion. This legend was kept within among a local community on the outskirts of Damascus. It was that Paul (Saul) spilled his blood when he was stricken down during his encounter with The Lord. Dr. Amahl, whose grandparents were from this community, shared this legend with me shortly before his death.

  Inspired by that story, I named the new genetic discovery the Damascus Code.

  This code has three sections—unlocking how this code operates. I was breaking down the identity and function of each gene set found in each section. The first two sections were almost complete when the terrorist network broke into my new secret lab last year.

  I was there at the time, but managed to get out unscathed with my data.

  As you are reading this brief, I have dispatched copies of my data and document to an elite group of three individuals.

  Dr. Ezra Speaks-

  In three days, you will be contacted by Dr. Ashby. She will tell you where to come for the next phase of your assignment. The terrorist network will come at you with all they got. Stay razor sharp in awareness; watch each others’ back.

  They want to use this code as a calling card for filling their own pockets while others die. The code is a key to controlling countries and kingdoms that will sell their own sovereignty just to acquire it for their own elite groups.

  You are among the few who are a threat against this network. You are also a beautiful light on humankind.

  “Your mission will include members of government's defense and intelligence agencies. They won’t know the about the
code, but they will know that the terrorist network is after my blood disease research.”

  Completion Of The Book-

  Avalon closed the book.

  Three days later, Silas and Avalon were having coffee on the terrace of a cafe on Broadway. Everything about this day was perfect. The sun was shining, soft silky breeze, and not a cloud in the sky. Crowds of people were out and about shopping, going in and out of the next door ice cream shop, dining at the cafe, and just hanging out. It was a perfect Saturday afternoon!

  Silas was on the edge of his seat and glancing at his watch every other second. Avalon leaned back in her chair sipping her cinnamon-flavored coffee. Her long raven hair was tied in a ponytail, a slight breeze feathered her light bangs across her forehead.

  "Your friend is late,” Silas remarked.

  Avalon looked up above Silas. "No, she's here."

  Behind Silas stood Dr. Ashby. "Is that all you're eating today?"

  Silas turned around in his chair.

  Avalon made the introduction, "Silas, this is Dr. Jordan Ashby."

  “It’s good to meet you Silas." Ashby extended her hand.

  "Likewise. How long have you been here?"

  "10 minutes before you two arrived."

  Ashby took a seat at the round table between the two.

  Attention on the menu, Avalon inquired. "You know this place better than I, what do you suggest?"

  Dr. Ashby picked up her menu, "The wasabi duck burger is my personal favorite, but the turkey eggplant club is really good."

  “I'll try that. What about you Silas?"

  Silas scanned the menu. "The pasta primavera looks good."

  After finishing their meals, Avalon asked the waiter for the check.

  "Now that our bellies are full, we have a trip to plan." Ashby said with a proud grin.

  Silas asked, "Where now?”

  "Prague."

  Avalon tried to hide her disappointed, but Ashby picked up on her discontent.

  "You two are more than able to handle the mission." Ashby said as she looked straight at Avalon with that familiar determined stare.