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he utilized in his escape has been located here,” Pike explained with the satellite tracking feed on the viewer. He continued, “This is Las Vegas. A recon team from Dugway is already on site performing searches for the primary target. Your mission is to locate the GEO and eliminate him before he is captured.”
“Acknowledged,” Valik responded.
“We want to maintain a small footprint, so you will be the only S2 dispatched. A Helios is waiting in the launch hanger.”
“I will report to the armory for disposition refitting and then proceed to the target area. Estimated time of arrival is three hours twenty minutes,” Valik calculated.
“Very well. We will monitor your progress.”
CHAPTER 09
Central London - England
Out of a period of dim half-light and much obscurity the new Masonry arose, and knowing what it is, we have a keen curiosity to know how it came to be what it is. How many questions we are eager to ask, answers to which are not found, or likely to be found, unless un-guessed records should leap to light. Anyway, our brethren of those formative days practiced the Masonic virtues of silence and circumspection to an extraordinary degree, telling us very little of what we should like to know so much. ~ Unknown
C hristopher Conrad was making his way through the underground utility tunnel. The corroding six inch heating pipes were hissing steam through the joint fractures creating a bath of fog that obscured the dim lights positioned every forty feet. Conrad’s 600 yard trek ended in front of a riveted steel door with only a few green patches of paint still fighting to cling on. He pulled the metal lever upwards and entered into a small round chamber with a spiral staircase descending three levels from the middle of the floor.
A careful descent put Conrad in front of another doorway. With no metal lever, this more modern door offered access only through a keypad. The correct code enabled the door to slide from right to left allowing Conrad entry. Waiting inside a large cinder block room were three men seated around an oval conference table with five chairs. Behind one of the seated men read a faded inscription on the wall – AGL at No.9.
No. 9 Greek Street in Soho, London was the present day location of a perpetually empty Jazz club. The Second Great Depression had destroyed the majority of businesses in places like Soho, but No.9 stood in defiance of this new reality. It was not a place the average person would consider normal for the hidden location of an ancient brotherhood.
The importance of this address was not the Jazz club of course. Rather, it was its place in history exactly 280 years ago that held the most significance. In that time, it was known as Turk’s Head Tavern - birthplace of the definitive Masonic divergence.
The official history of this event was well chronicled but always presented as a benign transformation within Freemasonry. During the decades approaching the mid 1700’s, the Masons from Ireland and Scotland harbored an increasing animosity toward the London Grand Lodge. They believed that the lodge had dangerously deviated from the Craft’s ancient practice. They viewed themselves as the ones that practiced a more ancient and purer form of the Craft. The Ancients' Grand Lodge was established in 1751 as a result.
Eventually, the two Lodges unified in 1813. The
Antients
were no longer considered a clandestine Lodge and all was supposedly well again in the Masonic order. In reality, however, the reemergence of the true Craft’s century’s long secrecy had been effectively hijacked by the aristocrats and power elite of England. The Entered Apprentices and Fellow Crafts of the Antients were completely assimilated into the
Modern
form of Masonry. All but four original Antients made the transition – they knew better. And one of them from that time was waiting in the chamber under No.9 for Conrad.
The Antient named Turner held the appearance of a very elderly man,
“Acknowledged,” Valik responded.
“We want to maintain a small footprint, so you will be the only S2 dispatched. A Helios is waiting in the launch hanger.”
“I will report to the armory for disposition refitting and then proceed to the target area. Estimated time of arrival is three hours twenty minutes,” Valik calculated.
“Very well. We will monitor your progress.”
CHAPTER 09
Central London - England
Out of a period of dim half-light and much obscurity the new Masonry arose, and knowing what it is, we have a keen curiosity to know how it came to be what it is. How many questions we are eager to ask, answers to which are not found, or likely to be found, unless un-guessed records should leap to light. Anyway, our brethren of those formative days practiced the Masonic virtues of silence and circumspection to an extraordinary degree, telling us very little of what we should like to know so much. ~ Unknown
C hristopher Conrad was making his way through the underground utility tunnel. The corroding six inch heating pipes were hissing steam through the joint fractures creating a bath of fog that obscured the dim lights positioned every forty feet. Conrad’s 600 yard trek ended in front of a riveted steel door with only a few green patches of paint still fighting to cling on. He pulled the metal lever upwards and entered into a small round chamber with a spiral staircase descending three levels from the middle of the floor.
A careful descent put Conrad in front of another doorway. With no metal lever, this more modern door offered access only through a keypad. The correct code enabled the door to slide from right to left allowing Conrad entry. Waiting inside a large cinder block room were three men seated around an oval conference table with five chairs. Behind one of the seated men read a faded inscription on the wall – AGL at No.9.
No. 9 Greek Street in Soho, London was the present day location of a perpetually empty Jazz club. The Second Great Depression had destroyed the majority of businesses in places like Soho, but No.9 stood in defiance of this new reality. It was not a place the average person would consider normal for the hidden location of an ancient brotherhood.
The importance of this address was not the Jazz club of course. Rather, it was its place in history exactly 280 years ago that held the most significance. In that time, it was known as Turk’s Head Tavern - birthplace of the definitive Masonic divergence.
The official history of this event was well chronicled but always presented as a benign transformation within Freemasonry. During the decades approaching the mid 1700’s, the Masons from Ireland and Scotland harbored an increasing animosity toward the London Grand Lodge. They believed that the lodge had dangerously deviated from the Craft’s ancient practice. They viewed themselves as the ones that practiced a more ancient and purer form of the Craft. The Ancients' Grand Lodge was established in 1751 as a result.
Eventually, the two Lodges unified in 1813. The
Antients
were no longer considered a clandestine Lodge and all was supposedly well again in the Masonic order. In reality, however, the reemergence of the true Craft’s century’s long secrecy had been effectively hijacked by the aristocrats and power elite of England. The Entered Apprentices and Fellow Crafts of the Antients were completely assimilated into the
Modern
form of Masonry. All but four original Antients made the transition – they knew better. And one of them from that time was waiting in the chamber under No.9 for Conrad.
The Antient named Turner held the appearance of a very elderly man,
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