B'ak'tun 13

By Paul OToole

Jim Seemiller and Patrick OToole, investigative reporters with the Washington Post, were sent abroad to investigate the disappearence of the recently discovered Tortuguero Mayan tablet and the lage quantities of gold being bought by foregin government.

High powered governments and a elite group of powerful men from around the world are desparate for the book and its secretes. They will keep its contents from the general public at all costs.

Follow Jim and Patrick on their treacherous journey from DC to Mexico, Peru, Guatemala, and New York Ciy. Witness the deciet, treason, roamnce, and drama that unfolds during their quest to save milliuons of lives.

Did they succeed? Be careful. Don't judge too quickly for nothing is as it seems as you unravel the mysteries of the Qawaq and b'ak'tun 13.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Paul OToole
• Release date: Mar 20, 2012
• ISBN: 9781452476766

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Table of Contents

Operation Cusco

Jim Lands in Peru

Patrick and Alex in London

Ucon at Patterson AFB

Bacab Changes Meeting

NOW Meeting in Cheyenne

Jim Meets the Qawaq

Trouble in London

Jim Meets Bacab’s Brother

Ucon’s Flight to Lima

Patrick’s Escape from London

Kea’s Demise

Jim Befriends Pac

Koch Contacts Ryan

Jim and Ryan Rodgers

Goldstein and the Freemasons

The Wealthy and the Weather Facility

Jim’s Voyage North

Ryan’s Interrogation

Jim Docks in Guatemala

Thompson’s Air Strike

Patrick Heads for DC

Jim Meets Jake

Marduk Team Arrives in DC

Thompson Grows Restless

The Idea of Hillsmare Shores

Marduk, Patrick and Jim at Darwins

Ambrose Darwin Enters the Mix

Marduk Defends Jim and Patrick

Hillsmare Shores Deployment

The Cabin at Heron Lake

Brandon and Chase Lemon

Illuminati Begin the Cleansing

The Lemon Brothers are Caught

An Unlikely Source Aids Roy

The Guardian’s Domino Effect

Mora, New Mexico

Russian Mob and the Illuminati

Loose Ends

The Illuminati at Bohemian Grove

Patrick and Alex Arrive in Idaho

12/21/2012

Abandoned Federal Prison

Weather Facility and Aftermath

Itzamna Cleanses the Land

The First Congress

Patrick’s and Alex’s New Life

Mexico’s Cave

B’ak’tun 13 Reveals Another Mystery

Operation Cusco

Operation Cusco had access to a non-descriptive 2007 Ford 350 High Top Shuttle Conversion Van, which has been modified to be a self-contained vehicle. The top dome was equipped with an infrared camera and radio frequency output sensors. Inside there were four bunks. Each was equipped with a miniature WX-717 life sustaining pod which were used in Iraq and Afghanistan to transport critically wounded service men and women to base hospitals around the world. The pods had a Zone Air self-enclosed thermal control, OG-15 Portable Oxygen Generating System, Human Scale ZON Personal Air Purifiers, and IV capabilities. The Pods rested on EZ roll ball bearing casters for easy transport. The self-enclosed system had a maximum functional time of twenty four hours. On the interior door panels and dashboard were the defensive weapons which included 2 Russian An-94 Abakan assault rifles. It was a mobile fortress with bullet proof windows and a reinforced steel body with Kevlar lining.

Green and his team of senior patriarchs waited for the operation's code to be elevated to Green. At precisely 3:40 AM Green's VTAC C-5 combat cell phone vibrated and he paused five seconds, standard protocol, to allow the SCR scrambler to encrypt the conversation.

Foxy Loxy to Chicken Little.

This is Chicken Little over.

You have a Green Light for operation Cusco. I expect the sky to fall in four days, repeat four days.

Chicken Little confirmed Green Light, four days, and the conversation was terminated.

Green brought his team of highly trained stealth soldiers up to date; the mission had been elevated to Green and the expected numbers of packages were four. He ordered his team to verify their combat readiness. Each man checked their 19 gauge syringes for proper load of Ketamine (also known as special K or Monkey Drug), as specified by the weight of their targets. The men ensured that they all had fresh CO2 cartridges. Green reviewed their tactical strategy; optimal strike zone for the darts was the upper body or abdomen and 4 must be engaged simultaneously.

Green delegated perimeter security responsibility to Black. White was dispatched to the back door.

Mr. Brown and I will approach from the front. Once all of us have entered the house there will be a 20 second delay before we commence our assault. 

Green held a pen light over the schematic of Ucon's home floor plan in order for his team to visualize their approach routes. White was assigned the guest’s bedroom while Brown and Green were to sequester the master bedroom.

Night was about to merge with the dawn and the Ucon family was tucked tightly within the confines of their hand made Inca quilts. The black van extinguished its head lights and drifted toward the adobe style home. Three men dressed in black, wearing latex gloves, polypropylene booties, black translucent nylon masks, and outfitted with Eagle Marciras Maritime Armor Systems, converged on their targets.

The three intruders separated. Brown tried the door hoping for an easy breach, but had no luck. The door was locked. With the finesse of a skilled locksmith, Brown inserted the Electric LAT-17 Pick Gun, and within two seconds they gained entrance. Equipped with FITS-14 night vision scopes and their dart rifles, they secured the main living area. Confident everyone was a sleep, Green proceeded to the back door where White was waiting to enter. With all 3 men inside, Green and Brown positioned themselves outside of the master bedroom, while White was perched at the guest bedroom‘s door. White expected two targets, but latest intelligence couldn’t verify that both were there. Precisely twenty seconds later the bedroom doors drifted open. Green and Brown fired their weapons simultaneously. All that was heard was a soft sphet, sphet sound. White invaded the guest bedroom. He found only one target and fired the anesthetic dart into the chest of his target. The young girl woke, raised her head to glance at the intruder, but promptly fell back unconscious before she could identify her assailant.  Green relayed the information that the three targets were subdued to Black and ordered the van to the back of the house. The team prepared their packages for transport.

All three targets were arranged in the pods, the controls were set, and the IV inserted. Brown had reentered the house to process the scene and ensure there was no evidence of forced entry or criminal mischief had taken place. This created a discovery window of at least twelve hours, which would enable them to reach their destination unabated.

Once in the van Green made contact with operations and reported that they would be delivering three packages not four. Operation confirmed and advised that three was sufficient and gave the directive to continue to their DZ (drop zone). The van pulled out from behind the house and began its treacherous journey down the narrow roads of the Andes to Cangari Huanta, a military base in Ayacucho.

Their worst fear was the threat of aggression from highway men. These individual bands of desperadoes pillaged unsuspecting motorist. In areas as desolate as the one they would be traveling through, the risk was high, but their choice of routes was limited by the Pods 24 hour maximum function time. If they had more than 24 hours to work with they could have taken a less volatile route. There were no law enforcement in the area and the people who lived in these areas were left to interpret and administrate justice as they saw fit.

Nothing much was said between the team members while on a mission. This wasn’t their first assignment together. For them it was all business. There were no conversations about relationships, sports, past assignment, or the latest what’s up within company. They were the best recovery unit in the world and they knew it. They had determined that small talk was a distraction which could be fatal.

About eleven hours into the journey White scrutinized the LCD screen of his heat sensors. He identified three bogies about a quarter of a mile down the road.  One was on the right about ten yards off the road in the thicket, one was on the left just beyond the roads edge, and another was standing in the middle of the road. He cautioned his team of the possible engagement with the bandits. White and Green seized their night scopes, identified and tracked their targets movement. About a hundred yards further down Black noticed a vehicle sitting sideways in the middle of the road and slowed down. The man in the middle of the road was waving his arms and screaming for them to stop and help.  As the van came to a halt, Green and White focused their sights. The unsuspecting prey was oblivious to the imminent danger that approached them. Black activated the intense spot lights located on top of the van, temporarily blinding his adversary. He departed the mobile fortress and approached his enemy. He slid the Russian An-94 Abakan assault rifle from behind his back and fired, which was the cue for White and Green to eliminate their targets.  Each Black Operative fired one shot.  The only thing the highway men saw was the flash from the weapon muzzle that killed them. They never heard the sound.

Every team member was certified as Expert with numerous weapons and trained as snipers at Fort Benning. A single shot was how they were trained and that’s how they performed. Black provided cover as Green maneuvered his way to the fallen thief and hauled the man by the hair onto the road. White approached his target at the edge of the road, grabbed a boot and dragged the lifeless body onto to the road and let it drop alongside the others. The men withdrew their KA-Bar double edged bladed knives from their boots and with one quick swipe, severed the throats of the dead thieves. It was insurance that no one was left behind to tell. Green gave the order to load the dead men and their weapons into the bandit’s car and pushed it to the roads edge, and down a steep ravine. The vehicle tumbled and turned over several times before coming to rest 600 feet below.

It should be days before they are found, if ever, Green conceded to the team.

Confident in a job well done; they all loaded back into the armored van and continued on their way. Again nothing was said. The only sounds heard were from the hum of the van‘s engine and electronics controlling the pods.

Jim Lands in Peru

Jim’s, an investigative reporter for the Washington Post shared a secretary with his boss Koch. Haley was an enchanting, vivacious, well organized woman. She had made flight arrangements and booked a room at the Sheraton Lima Hotel and Convention Center located in the heart of the tourist section within Lima.  It was close to the Basilicas Cathedral located on the East side of Plaza de Armas, where he was to meet with his friend Bacab, who was a migrant from Yucatan and a Mayan descendent. He was there to pursue his interest in comparative civilizations, specifically the Incas and Mayans. He was a personal friend to Ucon, Ah Peku, and Ah Patnar Uinicab, whose expertise on ancient civilizations; including, their writing, culture, and history were well respected in the Americas. Two of those men had died recently. Ah Peku was found dead of a heart attack in his home in Chiclayo which was located on the Pacific Coast in the northern part of Peru and Patnar Unicob was killed in an auto accident coming back from Machu Picchu. A trip he made several times a month for the past few years. Jim was suspicious of their deaths and considered a conspiracy, but that was his nature as an investigative reporter. He would postpone that conclusion until he had reviewed all of the facts.

His American Airlines flight would take about seven hours. He had taken the essential documents related to the Maya tablets to review, but he was troubled about the untimely deaths and found it difficult to focus. Jim considered the possibility of a connection between the deaths and the missing Maya tablets. He was fascinated with the reported distinctive differences between the glyphs on the 1300-year-old stone tablet found at Tortuguero archeological dig and other Maya tablets discovered earlier. He had some impelling questions he hoped would be resolved during his meeting with Bacab.

After a few visits with his cylindrical friend Jack Daniels, he drifted off into a light sleep.  He was startled by the pilot's announcement.

Ladies and gentleman please fasten your seat belts. We are making our final approach to Chavez Airport.

Jim ran his fingers through his receding hair, adjusted his shirt, and jacket before he left the plane.

After landing, he made a bee line for the exit and the taxi cab stand. He scanned the area for a metered cab. After years of travel to different international cities he knew better than to jump into a non-metered taxi with the promise of getting him to his destination for half the usual fare. There were no international rules of ethics for cabbies and the possibility of ending up with an honest cabby was purely a matter of chance. It was like the lottery, most of the time you lose. His cab arrived and he slid into the back seat of the Honda Pisus or Pisser, he didn't know which. He was much more comfortable when there were only a half dozen car manufacturers. He could remember those models, but today there were too damn many. He didn't bother. He ordered the cabby to take him to 170 Paseo De La Republica Drive.

Patrick and Alex in London

Patrick was an investigative reporter assistant to Jim Seemiler. He and his Fiancee, Alex, landed at London's Heathrow Airport. Patrick, a twenty five year old, compassionate, and considerate young man extracted his Samsonite bag from the conveyer belt with one swift athletic maneuver. He was proud of the accomplishment and glanced around to see if Alex had caught sight of it. Alex struggled with her Leila Ericson, almost losing her balance, as a stranger rushed to her aid, before Patrick could filter his way through the crowd to help.

Sorry pumpkin. I should have helped you with your bag first. These people are like vultures circling above the dead to pick their remains. Do you think you could find it in your heart to forgive me?

I don't know. I'll look. 

Patrick held her head in his hands and gave her a delicate kiss on the tip of her nose.

Forgiven.

They fled to the second level with their luggage in tow to catch a cab. They were like other young people in love. They were in a hurry to spend some time alone. Patrick informed the driver of their destination at 30 Portman Square. He would call his friend Tom Naughton of the Daily Mirror after he had showered and freshened up. Alex was a tall, elegant, charismatic, and bodacious woman, and glowed from inner beauty. She was an Economics Graduate from MIT and the only twenty five year old analyst for the US department of the Treasury with a PhD. He found her free spirited ways irresistible. Patrick was puzzled about what she thought was so special about him. She could have been with any senator, congressman, or dignitary she wanted. She was just too good to be true.

Patrick and Alex checked in, anticipating the cozy comfort offered by the King Room they had reserved. The room had an interior courtyard view of the pool, botanical garden, plush, king sized bed, oversized work desk with high-speed wireless Internet access, mini bar and a modern bathroom, with a bath and shower. The icing on the cake for both of them was the Terry Cloth robes, compliments of the house. The shower and bath combination was essential for Alex, she didn‘t take showers. Taking a bath was a spiritual event that could take up to an hour and a half. She told him it was her way of unwinding and leaving the work related issues behind.

Once in the room Alex let Patrick shower first while she unpacked. She loved him so much she couldn’t bear the thought of him fidgeting about all dirty, tired, and jet lagged. They made a cute couple. At least that’s what most people said about them. In no less than twenty minutes Patrick was out and looked good in his Terry Cloth robe. Patrick walked over and placed a soft kiss on her cherry red lips and whispered, I love you, in her ear. She smiled and sauntered into the bathroom for her spiritual rejuvenation. She took scented oil combinations of Peppermint, Spearmint, Rosemary and Eucalyptus plus an aromatic blend of chamomile and lemongrass, both of those were her own concoctions. Patrick mixed himself a scotch and water from the mini bar and looked for Tom’s number.

Hi Tom, this is Patrick OToole.

Patrick, it’s good to hear from you. Are you in town?

Yes, I’m at the Churchill in the West end of London.

Yea, I’m familiar with it."

What are your plans?

I definitely want to see you, I could use some info on that terrorist bust that was made last week, and I definitely want you to meet my fiancee Alex.

That sounds super.

When would you like to meet?

What’s good for you Tom?

How about lunch at the Churchill at one tomorrow?  But I must warn you, there isn’t much to tell about that terrorist thing. At first the incident flashed on the UP wire, but shortly thereafter nothing.  Like it never happened.

"Well, I want to see you anyway so we can catch up

Sounds good buddy sees you at one.

Patrick was perplexed about the info he got from Tom and wondered what the hell was going on. He turned the TV on and listened to the news. He hooked up his laptop and began to search for whatever he could find related to the terrorist bust in London. Suddenly, Patrick heard something about Lima and turned up the volume.

We take you live to Lima Peru.

This is Penya Kondan live from the center of Lima. Not long ago there was a wave of violence that swept through this peaceful community. The first was a house fire on Grespo where a well-respected Mayan Qawaq was found dead. The fire had been deliberately set, but the Mayan's cause of death has yet to be determined. Not far from Grespo on the corner of Tacna and Bolivar at the De Presidenta Apartment Complex a man was found shot to death. His name was being withheld pending notification of family. Residents of the apartments told police that they didn’t hear any gun shots or arguments. The police will release more information when it becomes available. Again there were two deaths of a suspicious nature in a town that had experienced only total one homicide the previous year, back to you Khea.

Thanks Penya. We'll be right back after this short commercial break.

Patrick immediately thought of Jim and tried calling him, but was quickly redirected to his voice mail. That bothered Patrick. Jim had always answered, regardless of the time or day. He considered the saying, Bad things happened to good people. He hoped that Jim would return his call so that his suspicions could be put to rest.

Alex was finally out of the bathroom, she glimmered, her pinked skin radiated, and her eyes revealed the pureness stored within. She looked more desirable and wondrous than ever. How’s that even possible, he wondered. Alex slid into the bed next to him. He didn’t mention his concerns for his boss, instead he opened his arms and Alex leaned into him. It was amazing how well they fit together. There never seemed to be an uncomfortable time for them. They didn’t speak.  They just savored the comfort of each other’s embrace. Patrick turned off the TV and kissed her cheek. He tasted her flesh. It was warm and sweet. She turned her head to face Patrick and they gazed into each other’s eyes. Her eyes were a hazel blue with a hint of gray. They sparkled like the sequins on her blue denim jacket he remembered her wearing on a sunny July summer day. Patrick was ravenous for her touch, but he kept the animal instinct in check. She was too delicate and too innocent for brutal passion. He wanted to take it slow, cherishing every caress, every kiss, and every comforting embrace for what each had to offer. He kissed her long slender neck and her ear lobe expelling a warm moist vapor. She sighed as she slipped her hand inside his robe and let her finger nails gradually skim over his muscled chest. Patrick was aroused and gently untied her robe. It fell open exposing her firm pear shaped breast and her well-toned tummy that featured a slight roundness that he found excessively desirable. He adored everything about her physical being. To him, she was perfect. He could feel her heart beat quickening. He sensed that both their hearts were beating in unison. They were made for each other. They were one. When he kissed her breast she groaned and untied his robe. She shifted her hand over his hard muscled chest, across his rippled stomach, and down his long lean hard body. He was perfect she thought. Patrick kissed her supple breast slowly swirling his tongue around her nipple. She moaned and moved her to his penis. It was hard and pulsating. She grasped it firmly like a trophy. Patrick sat up and removed his robe while Alex did the same. He laid her on her back and knelled between her thighs. Alex willingly opened, inviting him in. He kissed her breast again and continued to move his mouth and tongue down her body, kissing every inch of her until he reached her toes. Alex was breathing heavily, her nails dug into the flesh on his back. He worked his way back up and gazed into her eyes and whispered; you are the loveliest creature God had ever created. Promise me you will never leave me. Alex murmured in secrete that she wanted him. She found his penis and guided him into that warm moist crevice of her womanhood. She sighed, her mouth wide open, but not uttering a sound. As the rhythm of love began,