have a brother who lives in Miami,” he said to Wari as they ate.
“I know, Yashiro, I also have family in New York,” Wari told him. “We will be responsible for their deaths as well.”
“Not if we can stop it before it happens,” Yashiro said. “We must escape this facility and warn the authorities of the weapon.”
“How can we?” Wari said in frustration. “The guards are everywhere and watch every entrance by closed circuit monitor.”
“We can escape through the lava tubes beneath the complex that are used to take in supplies from the helicopter pad built on the eastern side of the mountain. It was there where they first excavated for access to the facility when it was constructed. I helped in the design early on and know the cave is not monitored,” Yashiro said sipping his coffee. “Every Friday they bring in supplies and take out refuse. That is when we will hide in one of the containers being taken out, which is done a few hours prior to the arrival of the helicopter. After they have sealed the entrance to the facility above us, we’ll leave through the tunnel, climb to the caldera’s rim, and make our way to the access road.”
“What if we are caught, Yashiro? They will kill us for sure!”
“I fear they are going to kill all of us anyway, Wari. They are not going to allow any witnesses to their plans the luxury of leaving this place alive. Especially now that they have told us their plans,” Yashiro said flatly.
“Then we’ll do it,” Wari said with determination. “We’ll have to wait a few more days, but in the meantime, we can’t act suspiciously. Agreed?”
“Agreed,” Yashiro told his friend, noticing that a guard had been watching them with interest.
“We will finalize our plan tomorrow. Be quiet Wari, the guard is approaching us,” he whispered, and then broke into a loud laughter as the burly guard came to their table.
“What are you two doing?” the guard had asked, pointing his AK-47 at them.
“Wari was just telling me a funny story from his childhood,” Yashiro said in Japanese, mustering up the most disarming smile he could produce. He noticed the finger tip of the guard’s left hand missing. “Would you like to hear it?”
“No!” The guard blurted out. “You have been here long enough. Return to your quarters at once.”
That was the last time Yashiro had seen Wari, and he now assumed that he was either dead or under interrogation. If they torture him, they will learn of our plan and I’m a dead man for sure , Yashiro thought now as he stared vacantly at the computer screen in front of him. I must hold it together for two more days before I try to escape .
He continued working as he listened to the steady hum of the Longitudinal Wave Interferometer generators located one floor below him. They slowly, but surely, proceeded in their uninterrupted task, which would eventually result in the destruction of the east coast of the United States.
“I must remain focused,” he whispered softly. “I must.”
5
Grand Canaria Island
A fter four mind-numbing days in and out of the Commissioner of Cultural Affairs Office in Las Palmas, Turner finally sat in his room at the Hotel Lattagia with the preliminary legal permits for research excavation in his hands. He hated the dance, as he called it, with the local bureaucrats. They always find a way to delay the process in an attempt to appear relevant in their impious, little world, Turner thought, tossing the hard fought papers onto the dresser. Adding to the difficulty was the little joke Samuel had played on the commissioner when they applied for permits to excavate the pyramid.
Turner laughed aloud thinking how Samuel, annoyed by the six day wait, had sent the commissioner a nicely wrapped box containing one thousand year old fossilized goat feces as a thank you. Evidently, the man has a very good memory.
Turner then made a phone call booking the ferry passage back to
“I know, Yashiro, I also have family in New York,” Wari told him. “We will be responsible for their deaths as well.”
“Not if we can stop it before it happens,” Yashiro said. “We must escape this facility and warn the authorities of the weapon.”
“How can we?” Wari said in frustration. “The guards are everywhere and watch every entrance by closed circuit monitor.”
“We can escape through the lava tubes beneath the complex that are used to take in supplies from the helicopter pad built on the eastern side of the mountain. It was there where they first excavated for access to the facility when it was constructed. I helped in the design early on and know the cave is not monitored,” Yashiro said sipping his coffee. “Every Friday they bring in supplies and take out refuse. That is when we will hide in one of the containers being taken out, which is done a few hours prior to the arrival of the helicopter. After they have sealed the entrance to the facility above us, we’ll leave through the tunnel, climb to the caldera’s rim, and make our way to the access road.”
“What if we are caught, Yashiro? They will kill us for sure!”
“I fear they are going to kill all of us anyway, Wari. They are not going to allow any witnesses to their plans the luxury of leaving this place alive. Especially now that they have told us their plans,” Yashiro said flatly.
“Then we’ll do it,” Wari said with determination. “We’ll have to wait a few more days, but in the meantime, we can’t act suspiciously. Agreed?”
“Agreed,” Yashiro told his friend, noticing that a guard had been watching them with interest.
“We will finalize our plan tomorrow. Be quiet Wari, the guard is approaching us,” he whispered, and then broke into a loud laughter as the burly guard came to their table.
“What are you two doing?” the guard had asked, pointing his AK-47 at them.
“Wari was just telling me a funny story from his childhood,” Yashiro said in Japanese, mustering up the most disarming smile he could produce. He noticed the finger tip of the guard’s left hand missing. “Would you like to hear it?”
“No!” The guard blurted out. “You have been here long enough. Return to your quarters at once.”
That was the last time Yashiro had seen Wari, and he now assumed that he was either dead or under interrogation. If they torture him, they will learn of our plan and I’m a dead man for sure , Yashiro thought now as he stared vacantly at the computer screen in front of him. I must hold it together for two more days before I try to escape .
He continued working as he listened to the steady hum of the Longitudinal Wave Interferometer generators located one floor below him. They slowly, but surely, proceeded in their uninterrupted task, which would eventually result in the destruction of the east coast of the United States.
“I must remain focused,” he whispered softly. “I must.”
5
Grand Canaria Island
A fter four mind-numbing days in and out of the Commissioner of Cultural Affairs Office in Las Palmas, Turner finally sat in his room at the Hotel Lattagia with the preliminary legal permits for research excavation in his hands. He hated the dance, as he called it, with the local bureaucrats. They always find a way to delay the process in an attempt to appear relevant in their impious, little world, Turner thought, tossing the hard fought papers onto the dresser. Adding to the difficulty was the little joke Samuel had played on the commissioner when they applied for permits to excavate the pyramid.
Turner laughed aloud thinking how Samuel, annoyed by the six day wait, had sent the commissioner a nicely wrapped box containing one thousand year old fossilized goat feces as a thank you. Evidently, the man has a very good memory.
Turner then made a phone call booking the ferry passage back to
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