The Eye of Moses - Vatican Knights Series 22 (2020) Rick Jones (amazing books to read TXT) 📖

Mr. Galileo. The moment Kristoffel threw a succession of straight jabs, Mr. Galileo swung his left arm in a sweeping motion to knock Kristoffel’s arms aside, moved in, and started to strike Kristoffel with blows to the face and chin. The punches came so fast they appeared as blurs with blow after blow finding their marks. Even when Kristoffel’s nose erupted with a ropy blood gout, Mr. Galileo never relented. With the stream of non-stop hits bludgeoning Kristoffel’s face into mash and pulp, Kristoffel’s eyes eventually rolled upward until they became nothing but slivers of white.

With the Klansman unconscious, Mr. Galileo released the man who fell to the ground as if boneless.

All Mr. Galileo had to do now was to figure out how to get Kristoffel back to base.

Though it would not be easy without drawing a suspicious eye, Mr. Galileo would manage to do just that.

 

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

Salt’s wife and two children had always been the joyous light within him. They were his reasons for wanting to create a safer and better world, a place where they could live without fear of consequence. It was a vision he shared with Elias Caspari, and the umbilical tie that bound them together.

While Salt was reading a magazine article about the process of nuclear fission, his cellphone vibrated in his pocket, an incoming text. Looking at the faceplate, he noted that the message and its attached file was encrypted. After decrypting the file, he read the text from Ueli.

Neutralization of unknown subject (see attached photo). Kristoffel also tailed by an unknown subject.

Forwarded for ID analysis.

Salt opened the photo file and saw the remains of a man whose throat had been slashed, which was Ueli’s hallmark signature for killing the opposition. After further examination, Salt had no idea who this man was. But he knew that tracking units did not exist without purpose or cause. This man and the man that followed Kristoffel were obvious pros.

With quick fingers, Salt created his own encrypted text and forwarded it to Ueli, telling him to return to the mountainside stronghold for a briefing with Elias Caspari. He also mentioned that the photo had been sent to the Deep Mountain Tech Team for analysis. After hitting the send button and then deleting the photo and messages, Salt slipped his cellphone inside his pocket and stared into the open space of his living room.

It was quiet. The girls were gone— ‘shopping’ he thought his wife said as they were leaving. Now the apartment belonged only to him. As he sat there thinking, he wondered about the people who shadowed the members of the Klan. Am I being watched, too? If so, by whom?

Salt stood up and went to the window that overlooked the street. Barely parting the drapes, he did so enough to look down to see if he could spy anyone who appeared out of the norm. People milled and walked the streets, some he recognized. Whereas others moved along without any real interest of their surroundings. So far, at least by Salt’s inclination, nothing appeared suspect to him.

Grabbing a jacket that was draped over a wing-back chair, he left the apartment and made his way to the Deep Mountain facility.

 

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

The Master Tech Lab

Deep Mountain Facility

Lucerne, Switzerland

The Master Techs was the umbrella name of the unit of researchers who specialized in many different sciences. One team would be established for the purpose of compromising foreign databanks and appropriating any TS intel. Another would examine and study the more intricate sciences such as physical cosmology, as was the case of the dark particle. And then there was the practical science of analyzing codes and ciphers that were ancient or up to date.

When Salt texted the photo from Ueli to the lab’s analytic stage of operation, the techs immediately downloaded the image into their facial-recognition program and ran a search. It took approximately thirteen seconds for the software to mark a MATCH-hit of 99.9%.

It had come from the files adopted illegally from the Consortium data fields, a biographical record.

Berl LEBERECHT (AKA: Mr. Shakespeare)

Born: May 6, 1992

MILITARY AFFILIATIONS: (KSK) Kommando Spezialkräfte

The CONSORTIUM

(Highly Decorated)

Then the record continued to outline Leberecht’s combat history while with the KSK, showcasing a string of photos, and spelling out his membership with the Consortium.

The moment Salt arrived to review the findings; the bulb of enlightenment suddenly went off in his head.

Somehow, someway, the Consortium had discovered the whereabouts of the Eye of Moses and they wanted it back. How they happened to center on to its location so quickly had to be due to Salt’s failure to completely sanitize his actions in the retreat. The Consortium had obviously picked up something from the Croatian video files that opened investigational doorways regarding their current position, something Salt had tried to prepare for. But all the Consortium needed was a miniscule amount of evidence to proceed forward. Obviously, they had discovered enough to lead them directly to Lucerne.

Since the tech sent the entire file to Salt's cell phone, the assassin went to confront Elias Caspari about a growing threat that loomed in the city below.

 

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

Physical Cosmology Lab, Deep Mountain Facility

Lucerne, Switzerland

Lessons had yet to be learned from the first attempt of trying to extract the gemmed particle from the head of Aaron’s rod. And devising a method of the ‘proper procedure’ was paramount to the efforts of developing a world-class weapon as a bargaining chip. As soon as the particle was regulated and understood, the next stage would be to exploit its power for military application. Inside a controlled environment anything was possible, even constraining a universal power considered by some to have been created by the Hand of Providence.

Elias Caspari and his Master Tech viewed Aaron’s rod from the bank of monitors on the console. Inside the bell-chamber, the staff continued to rotate upon its stanchions, as if in exhibition.

Caspari sighed since patience was not his virtue. “Any progress?”

The Master Tech nodded. “It’s imperative that we take the necessary precautions,” he told him.

“That’s