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his eyes having been up all night finishing the test as well as thinking of the mess he seems to have walked into: “All I wanted was the money to buy the freedom of time, just to do my work.”
One more test, one more sample and that’s it I’m done with them. But then what? I’ll have a good chuck of money (mostly all packed away in the two large home safes he had to purchase to avoid making large cash deposits.) Maybe I should get away, somewhere I could relax a little and then get some lab work done. But where? I could just tell Janet I have to get away. She’ll understand or more likely she won’t care we never see each other anyway. What about Melody I haven’t heard from her for awhile why doesn’t she return my calls?
What if? What if the third sample is The One, that of Christ? What will it look like? What if it’s odd somehow and I give the results back to them and they impregnate a woman and raise a child from the DNA of Christ what then? If they use the child and the power to no good then I will have been implicated in the act; an accomplice. Damn! I can’t be a party to that I can’t risk anything like that. If there is anything usual about the third result I can’t let them know. But they’ll be expecting it to be The One if the other two are normal then the third must be what they are looking for. They would know this too. Why even do the third test it qualifies simply by elimination. All they really need is this second result once they know its normal DNA they will precede with the impregnation of the third sample. Then they won’t need me any longer. That guy that came to warn me said that they’ve killed before how do I know they wouldn’t want me out of the picture. I’m disposable to them now. Do they think I know too much? But what if that’s all a lie? What if they are a private archeologically group or just a bunch of wealthy crazy old men, then who cares? Like Glenn said just take the money and run. Overwhelmed, he buries his face in his hands on the counter.
CHAPTER 30
There wasn’t anything he really wanted to do this morning. Maybe leave his hotel room, walk down to the bakery and get something sweet and some coffee. The city impressed him with the bustle of traffic, how Americans always seem to be in such a hurry. He sees all this on his morning walk though this time forgoing the bakery he heads straight to the city park. It’s quiet there, affording brief moments of reflective solitude, somewhere to go over all the nagging thoughts in his mind. The choices, the bad choices he has made in the past, but everyone’s like that right? No one has gotten it perfect, so screw the past. He attempts to bolster himself. It’s the future that is changeable but what of that? Do I stay working for The Church on these assignments, always at their beck and call until they say ‘okay’ and I’m released and thus in position to receive grandfather’s sizable inherence? That’s a pot of money to be sure and surely any action that would risk or sacrifice it would be foolish but is this not a form of prison to be locked in their service?
I could just break away and now would be the time. I could simply stay here in America and start a new life (of course without any hope of the inherence.) And what would I do? I have the divinity training, there is that, but I couldn’t exactly place my covert work on a resume. Surely, there must be some way out. I’m still young at twenty seven. I still have a chance but if I go back who knows how long they may keep me and if I tried to renounce them over there well, I might as well renounce them here, here and now! They know nothing of my thoughts I’m sure. I could tell that when I spoke with them yesterday about my conversation with Dunbar which didn’t go well at all. I don’t think he believes I was trying to warn him of the danger of the Elite . He acts like a frighten animal. I’m not so sure he understands the depth of danger to
One more test, one more sample and that’s it I’m done with them. But then what? I’ll have a good chuck of money (mostly all packed away in the two large home safes he had to purchase to avoid making large cash deposits.) Maybe I should get away, somewhere I could relax a little and then get some lab work done. But where? I could just tell Janet I have to get away. She’ll understand or more likely she won’t care we never see each other anyway. What about Melody I haven’t heard from her for awhile why doesn’t she return my calls?
What if? What if the third sample is The One, that of Christ? What will it look like? What if it’s odd somehow and I give the results back to them and they impregnate a woman and raise a child from the DNA of Christ what then? If they use the child and the power to no good then I will have been implicated in the act; an accomplice. Damn! I can’t be a party to that I can’t risk anything like that. If there is anything usual about the third result I can’t let them know. But they’ll be expecting it to be The One if the other two are normal then the third must be what they are looking for. They would know this too. Why even do the third test it qualifies simply by elimination. All they really need is this second result once they know its normal DNA they will precede with the impregnation of the third sample. Then they won’t need me any longer. That guy that came to warn me said that they’ve killed before how do I know they wouldn’t want me out of the picture. I’m disposable to them now. Do they think I know too much? But what if that’s all a lie? What if they are a private archeologically group or just a bunch of wealthy crazy old men, then who cares? Like Glenn said just take the money and run. Overwhelmed, he buries his face in his hands on the counter.
CHAPTER 30
There wasn’t anything he really wanted to do this morning. Maybe leave his hotel room, walk down to the bakery and get something sweet and some coffee. The city impressed him with the bustle of traffic, how Americans always seem to be in such a hurry. He sees all this on his morning walk though this time forgoing the bakery he heads straight to the city park. It’s quiet there, affording brief moments of reflective solitude, somewhere to go over all the nagging thoughts in his mind. The choices, the bad choices he has made in the past, but everyone’s like that right? No one has gotten it perfect, so screw the past. He attempts to bolster himself. It’s the future that is changeable but what of that? Do I stay working for The Church on these assignments, always at their beck and call until they say ‘okay’ and I’m released and thus in position to receive grandfather’s sizable inherence? That’s a pot of money to be sure and surely any action that would risk or sacrifice it would be foolish but is this not a form of prison to be locked in their service?
I could just break away and now would be the time. I could simply stay here in America and start a new life (of course without any hope of the inherence.) And what would I do? I have the divinity training, there is that, but I couldn’t exactly place my covert work on a resume. Surely, there must be some way out. I’m still young at twenty seven. I still have a chance but if I go back who knows how long they may keep me and if I tried to renounce them over there well, I might as well renounce them here, here and now! They know nothing of my thoughts I’m sure. I could tell that when I spoke with them yesterday about my conversation with Dunbar which didn’t go well at all. I don’t think he believes I was trying to warn him of the danger of the Elite . He acts like a frighten animal. I’m not so sure he understands the depth of danger to
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