Twilight Of Humanity: Descent Into Darkness

By Shawn McCafferty

Fueled by the release of a deadly virus the dark children of the ancient fallen angels launch their assault upon mankind to subjugate and rule humanity. As dark forces and infected humans assault the cities of the earth a small group of humans must find each other and band together to discover the true nature of the virus and the forces behind it before all of humanity is dragged into darkness.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gatekeeper Press
• Release date: Jan 12, 2021
• ISBN: 9781662906473

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Chapter 1

2015

White House Oval Office

President David Decker sat in quiet contemplation behind his desk in the Oval Office. The 51-year-old retired US Army Lieutenant General and former commander of the US Special Operations Command normally carried the weight of the office well. His six-feet, two-hundred-twenty-pound frame was topped by a noble face with prominent jawbones and granite grey eyes. His black hair, trimmed close in military fashion, showed only the slightest signs of grey. When he spoke, he conveyed trust and confidence, and even in the most stressful situations, his voice never wavered from a calm tone. He always greeted people with a warm smile and confident handshake that earned the trust of the people around him and, ultimately, the American people in general. He had defeated his opponents with the first landslide victory since Ronald Reagan.

After twenty-five years of service, Decker retired and entered the political arena, determined to bring dignity and honor back to the office of the president. He promised the American people an end to the beltway politics that had dragged the country into the worst economic crisis since the Great Depression and cast a shadow of doubt over the finest system of government in the history of the world.

Today, his grey eyes were slightly dimmed, his normally worry-free brow creased, and his shoulders hung slightly low with the weight of what he believed was his worst day since taking office. He swore to restore the honesty and integrity of the government and win back the faith of the people, and today that promise will be fulfilled.

In the Oval Office with him were the three people he trusted most, Vice President Greg Tannhauer, US Attorney General Robert Masters, and National Security Advisor Candice Moore. This inner circle had started the quest to bring this terrible cabal to the light and its members to justice.

Looking up from his desk, he met the eyes of the assembly, and with a low and calm voice, President Decker addressed Robert Masters, Excellent job corralling the press, Robert. Do we have a final casualty assessment from Prescott’s arrest?

Robert Masters was one of the bureau’s most highly regarded agents when he was selected by the president to take the US Attorney General position. When the president first met Robert, he oversaw the FBI’s Counter-Terrorism Division and worked closely with US Special Operations Command. The post 9/11 world had brought with it the need to bring expertise from every major agency and operation to combat the threat of international terrorism. While the Special Operations Forces had within its ranks the finest warfighters on Earth, they needed investigative expertise. The idea to bring the FBI into the special operations community had been General Decker’s and proved to be a highly effective blend of talent and skill. Their combined expertise led to the discovery and removal of numerous terrorist cells operating within and outside of the United States.

Masters looked up from his tablet and peered through his horn-rimmed glasses. His voice cracking slightly with fatigue, he answered, Two agents in critical condition at Bethesda Naval Hospital and three more with minor wounds. None of General Prescott’s security detail survived, and he was apprehended before he could escape.

That is pretty good, considering his detail comprised of a mix of Delta and SEAL operators, added Candice Moore. Candice was a veteran field agent in the CIA. By all accounts, Candice was an attractive woman, but when she spoke, most realized that her beauty was second to her intellect. Already a rising star within the agency, it came as no surprise when Decker asked her to be the National Security Advisor.

Decker met Candice as part of the joint task force on terrorism. She impressed him with her ability to analyze tense situations and determine an effective solution quickly. He also appreciated her no-beating-around-the-bush attitude.

That’s why Degan and his team took that. He hand-picked his folks from the Green Team’s at Quantico to even the odds, Masters replied, referring to the FBI’s elite Hostage Rescue Team based in Quantico, Virginia.

It could also be because Prescott was leading the charge to crucify Degan ten years ago, President Decker interjected with a wry smile. Where are we regarding an assessment of the success of the operation, Robert?

Robert responded sullenly, "Considering we just exposed the largest conspiracy in our government’s history, opening this nation to the harshest of condemnation as the world finds out that members of our government have been actively supporting research and development of lethal and highly contagious biological agents, I would say we are off to a good start.

That said, Masters continued, We apprehended everyone on the principal conspirators list, and most of those identified as co-conspirators. However, I think that the real work has just begun. We had enough information gathered to get a warrant for arrest, but I’m afraid we still don’t know how far the corruption extends.

And how is Charlie holding up? asked President Decker, referring to Special Agent Charles Degan. It was not common knowledge that it was the intervention of then-General Decker that prevented CWO3 Degan from going to prison for life on charges of disclosure of classified information. Most people thought Degan faded away, never to be heard from again. But, through President Decker’s intervention with the military and Robert Masters’ support, Degan was put in the service of the FBI’s Counter-Terrorism Unit on special assignment to investigate Weapons of Mass Destruction, specifically the proliferation of biological agents.

After review of the evidence, Degan convinced Decker that there were members of the government supporting the concealment and cover-up of US involvement in Iraq’s Biological Weapons Program. Little did either of them know at the time that the involvement dated back 30 years and went far beyond the supplying of laboratory equipment. The cold hard fact was that in the late ’70s after the fall of the Shah in Iran, the US government reached out to its then-ally Saddam Hussein and offered assistance in his war against Iran. Although not sanctioned officially in any way, a secret cabal of government and military personnel had also provided Hussein with the means to research, manufacture, and test biological agents.

Agent Degan is holding up well, considering he has lost just about everything in this crusade.

Make sure he is taken care of, Robert. That man has given more than most to bring this ugliness to light and has earned the gratitude of this nation, President Decker commanded.

Candice was the first to agree, Special Agent Degan has done something no one has ever done in the history of this nation. He has unburied one of our darkest secrets, put a stop to one of the most frightening sectors of research ever devised, and managed to do it all legally. That is no mean feat, sir, and I think we all know it.

Damascus, Syria

The imam sat in quiet contemplation. How far his plans had been set back considering this devastating raid he did not know. Due to the time difference, he was already awake and amidst his mid-morning prayers when his aide interrupted to give him the news. He prayed to merciful Allah that his plans had not been derailed. Ten years of planning and millions of dollars in execution, all undone by another feat of American luck combined with poor discipline on the part of his Western allies.

Finishing his prayers, he went to his private washroom and located the encrypted satellite phone. He punched in the numbers he had memorized long ago and waited for the connection. As part of his security plan, he did not store any phone numbers on the phone, and like the rest of the plan, he had it completely in his head. Since he had no intention of being taken alive, the plan would remain intact, no matter his outcome.

The familiar voice on the other end answered, I have been waiting on your call.

As it should always be, the imam replied. You are paid well to ensure that the operation stays on track, and it appears you have failed.

It is too early to tell at this point, but our operations have definitely been set back. The back-up facility is still under construction, and most of the biological research material was confiscated by the FBI. The core research files, however, were saved.

Let us both pray that the operation is still viable. Merciful Allah willing, we will be able to proceed without delay. I expect a full report by the end of the day. My time. With that, the imam ended the call. He considered America his most hated enemy, but what he despised most was a traitor.

The imam dialed a second number and waited for the call to be connected. The monotone ring chimed five times before it was answered. The voice on the other end seemed disembodied, either made so by the distant connection and satellites or as an intentional disguise. Either way, it was a voice that was annoyed.

I knew it would not take you long to call, the voice said. I am assuming you are calling because you require further support now that the Americans have discovered your operation. The voice intentionally added that second part to annoy the imam as he knew it would.

Let us not forget that this operation also benefits you, the imam replied. I am not some petulant child calling his parents to ask for money to get out of trouble, and I will not be spoken to as one. The remark had hit its intended purpose. The imam was not going to allow this person to assume a high-handed position with him. His purpose was given to him by the mighty Allah, and he would bring the West to its knees. While it was true that the voice was an integral part of the plan, he would also benefit from its success. More so than him in all actuality.

That may be so, the cold voice responded. But you would not be calling me at this hour if you were not concerned. Is the operation still intact?

It is too early to tell, the imam responded. I was calling to inform you that the primary asset is still in place and managed to avoid detection in the American FBI’s investigation. The FBI has taken control of the primary research facility. Construction on the second facility began several months ago, and our agent maintains a presence in that operation.

That is disappointing. The research and material at the primary facility were producing formative results. Our simultaneous efforts were also progressing at an equal pace. At this junction, a set-back may jeopardize the entire plan, the voice replied.

After a moment of silence, the voice continued, I must have a formal and complete assessment by tomorrow morning. Do you understand?

The imam’s thoughts turned inward, momentarily blocking out the words of the voice. Could it be possible the operation extended beyond what he knew? That would be troubling, he thought. He did not fully trust his partners in this endeavor. After all, they were infidels, as much as the Westerners he sought to destroy. What else were these fiends planning? He made a mental note to send out agents to discover more.

Do you understand? the voice said again, but this time with much more intensity.

The imam channeled his rage inwardly, focusing on retaining his calm, and replied, Yes, I understand. I will keep in contact and have more information by the end of the week.

Very well. You should know that there are some in my organization who are starting to turn from this path. They see a huge risk in this plan and are concerned. You need to be able to reassure the members that the operation is intact and that the Americans will not discover them until it is too late. We cannot have your sloppiness expose us.

The line went dead, signaling the ending of the connection and the conversation. The imam sat silently, rage boiling in him. He hated the Americans and the West above all. They had taken everything from him, and they would pay for it. He would bring this idolatrous infidel country to its knees and pave the way for Islam to regain the Middle East under one caliphate. He swore an oath in the name of merciful Allah.

Cincinnati, Ohio 2017

Detective Mike Shepard hated early morning calls, but he did not mind the cruise in the brand-new Dodge Charger as he traveled down the Columbia Parkway towards the scene of a double homicide. The car was spotless inside and out, in keeping with his partner’s nature. Unlike the movie cliché detectives, Trent Gall kept his vehicle showroom clean. That is probably why the two of them worked so well together. They both suffered from what could be diagnosed as Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder.

Mike Shepard was a new detective and did not rate an assigned department vehicle; therefore, he was enjoying his partner being on vacation while he could. Looking forward to his pending two-week vacation next month, responding to a call at three o’clock in the morning did not grate on him too much.

In fact, most things did not bother him per se. A native of Wyoming, he joined the US Army when he was 21 after the September 11th attack, feeling it was his patriotic duty to serve as all the men in his family had done. After completing his four-year term of enlistment, he moved to Cincinnati, following a friend from Kentucky to the University of Ohio. He graduated at the top of his class with a double degree in computer forensics and information security analysis. He had intended to apply to the Department of Homeland Security or another federal agency, but he grew to like Cincinnati over four years of college. His wife Susan, an Ohio native, also played a significant role in convincing him to stay and grow some roots. He joined the Cincinnati Police Department at age thirty, and now at the ripe age of thirty-seven, he was a detective.

Despite recent incidents that cast a shadow over the department, Mike liked the city and the police department. They had a good commissioner and good officers working hard to make community policing and outreach a reality. Cincinnati was like any other major city in America, struggling to survive a poor economy and a decline in business coupled with a surge in gang and drug activity that comes with a poor economy. The citizens were mostly good people trying to make the best of what they had. Mike knew as well as any other officer that sometimes things got rough, and you had to take severe action to prevent an incident from escalating to further violence. But, as a rule, the Cincinnati Police Department did not prefer the rough hand approach to law enforcement. Mike believed that a safe society was in the hands of the common citizen, not the government.

As Mike turned off the parkway taking the Riverside Drive exit, he started taking in the details of the area. For the most part, this section of town was occupied by some warehouses interspersed with a series of townhouses. His destination was on the outskirts of the upper-income housing area that occupied the eastern stretches of Riverside Drive, which increased the strangeness of the circumstances. When he spoke to the responding officer, he had asked if this was a standard domestic case or drug related. The only input the officer could offer was that Mike had to see it. He had to admit this was a strange place for a double homicide.

As he got closer to the row of townhouses, he turned on his strobe lights and pulled into the parking lot of an abandoned gas station not too far away. Mike liked to start his investigation before he got to the crime scene. Trent, who was considered one of the best investigators in the department, always told him to take a step back and look at the area first before focusing on the crime scene.

As he surveyed the area, it became apparent that this was not a likely place for a drug or gang-related shooting. He ruled out domestic violence in the short term after the search in the police database revealed the address as not occupied, officially at least.

The woods and train tracks to the north of the houses and the river to the south provided plenty of concealment for approach or escape. He also noticed the distinct lack of lighting in and around the area. Some of the streetlights were not functioning, and there were not too many homes to provide backlighting. On instinct, he walked to the edge of the street and looked down towards the houses. One thing he noticed was the lack of activity aside from the patrol cars. He had expected at least a small crowd, including a press van. Homicides were not that common in Cincinnati, despite its reputation, so usually when one was called in, a press van was sent out.

Taking a deep breath, Mike returned to the car and continued driving to the scene. As he pulled into the parking lot, he noticed his old patrol unit and saw his friend and field training officer Sergeant Ted Delaney. That was good news to Mike, as Ted was an experienced officer and knew how to keep things under control and locked down. Exiting his cruiser, Mike was greeted with a smile and an offered hand from Ted.

Mike, it’s good to see you again! How are Susan and Emily? Ted asked in the good-natured bluegrass accent of a Cincinnati native.

Not too bad, my friend. How is Carrie doing?

One more year and we are heading to warmer climates and easy living, my friend. Thanks for that tip on Arizona. We went out last year and found some good property in the northern part of the state out by Ash Fork. We fell in love.

I thought you might like it out there. We will have to catch up at a more convenient time, my brother. Right now, what’s the situation here?

With a good-natured laugh, he said, Straight to business, as always.

"Well, it is three in the morning, and you know, detectives like to get our beauty sleep."

Buddy, I hate to break this to you, but you aren’t getting enough! Ted said as he slapped Mike’s arm, giving him a good squeeze on the bicep. Still working out every day, I see.

Mike was not a large man. At five feet six inches and one hundred sixty pounds, Mike was in good shape. A habit he picked up in the Army that he maintained. Some of his fellow officers called him a Gym Junkie because he ran three miles a day and worked out in the gym three days a week. The truth was, Mike considered his physical fitness routine a stress controller. His wife, Susan, being a nurse helped. She kept the whole family on a proper diet and a straight and narrow path. They were probably one of the few parents who had children that could not recite the McDonalds menu.

Mike gave a good look at his friend and noticed a bit of concern crossing his eyes. What’s up, man, you look worried.

Ted gave his old trainee a long look, Mike, twenty years on the force, and I am not sure what to call this one. It’s not a pray and spray ganger hit and definitely not a domestic dispute. This is clean man, real clean. Whoever did this was a damn good shot and did not leave a trace.

Hmmm, the plot thickens. Let’s take a peek, shall we? I always trust your judgment.

Mike and Ted turned towards the two-story townhouse and walked to the entrance. What stood out to Mike at first was the lack of lighting. The lower porch light seemed to be missing. The perpetrator approached the house using the shadows to conceal himself from anything but a purposeful search.

Mike asked, Have you spoken to the neighbors?

Of course. They reported nothing out of the ordinary. The only reason we are here is because the next-door neighbor went outside for a smoke and noticed that the back door was unlocked. He knows the house is supposed to be vacant and suspected a vagrant of some sort. He went in to make sure the house was empty and to check for damage since he knows the owner. He found the bodies and called us.

Mike stopped outside the entrance to inspect the door. It was a standard sliding glass door and lock, and there was no sign of forcible entry. The sliding glass door would not have been his first choice for entrance, given the likelihood of noise. Balanced against a street entry, I guess it was the best choice, he thought.

The interior of the house was bathed in warm, soft lighting and smelled of fresh paint and new carpet. Mike assumed the owner was getting it ready to sell or rent. The tiled area in front of the door had imprints from several shoes. Mike reached into his jacket and pulled out a blue evidence marker and placed it next to the footprints. In his department, blue cards marked evidence discovered by the investigating team and yellow cards for forensics discoveries.

Who else has been in here? We need to make a list for forensics, Mike asked.

Just the neighbor and I; my rookie stayed outside.

Having just realized that the rookie was not present when they met, Mike asked, Where is he now?

I have him taking notes and talking to the neighbors. He is newly minted from the academy and almost as green as you when you reported.

Ha, I was the best thing you ever saw, and you haven’t had better since.

Always so modest, Ted replied with a slight grin. Ted knew that Mike was known for his humble and modest nature. He had always been quiet and reserved. Some people took that for arrogance, but Ted knew him better. It just took Mike a while to get comfortable around people, but once you broke the ice, the man was a veritable smart ass.

As they walked up the stairs to the second floor, Mike noticed that the stairs made no sound, which was unusual. He carefully examined the walls and the handrail, looking for signs of human contact.

The top of the stairs exited into the kitchen, which was also tiled. He stopped to place markers next to the series of boot prints crossing the floor to the carpet. To the left, there was a bathroom just on the border of the kitchen and a hallway leading to a bedroom. Turning to the right, he faced the third bedroom, and the odor of death reached him in a slight wave. Dead people were never as neat and tidy as the television would have you believe.

Ted is a veteran police officer who knew to stop there and let Mike approach on his own. As much for the sake of his nostrils as it was to give Mike a chance to approach the scene and take in the details.

It seemed that the owner intended the front section of the house to either be a community room with a view or a bedroom. The front of the room had a large bay window overlooking the river. There was a place for a door, though none was attached, leaving it open to view. What Mike initially took for a bathroom on the opposite side must have been a bedroom. The room in front of him had a separate entrance to the bathroom, which meant it was further down the hall.

Against the far wall, the first body sat almost appearing to be asleep had it not been for the neat bullet hole in his forehead and the blood splatter on the back of the wall. The second body was lying on the floor, still curled up where he had been shot cleanly through the side of the head in the temple.

The victim against the wall was a male, early to mid-30s, approximately 6 feet tall, clean-shaven with neatly groomed brown hair. He was wearing a pair of the latest style tactical pants, the same that Mike preferred when he was off duty or working a scene. His boots were a light-tread tactical boot style commonly worn by EMS or police officers.

Speaking loud enough for Ted to hear, he asked, Did you check them for ID?

No, I left them as they are. It was pretty obvious they were dead, so I did not touch the bodies at all.

Mike made a silent thank you prayer to God that Ted had arrived on the scene. This was a weird enough scene without having inexperienced officers foul it up by making rookie mistakes. Most crime scenes were contaminated by the responding officers who were acting out of instinct, touching the bodies to search for signs of life or searching the body to turn up a clue. Experienced officers knew to touch as little as possible so that the forensics team had the best chance of collecting untampered data and evidence.

The second body was also male, but much younger. Mike put him in his early twenties. He was wearing a set of faded blue jeans and a hoodie that bore the words ‘Stanford University’. Within reach was a pair of stylish prescription glasses and a small waist pack that most men referred to as a ‘Man Purse’. The blood soaking the carpet around the head signified a kill shot and the fact that he thankfully never woke from his dreams.

Taking in the scene, it appeared that the man against the wall was standing watch over the second. There were no signs of a struggle or any advance knowledge of the attack. Being careful to stay clear of the bodies, Mike walked the perimeter of the room, viewing the scene from different angles. He peered inside the bathroom. It looked as if it had not been touched.

As Mike squatted down taking in the scene he immediately recognized that the shooter was skilled. Two headshots in close succession with a small-caliber pistol. Mike assumed a small-caliber pistol for two reasons; first, the entrance wounds were small, and second, the exit wounds looked to be the same. A large caliber bullet would have made a bigger mess. He stared at the faces of the two men, trying to generate a scenario where this made sense.

After a few minutes, Mike rose to his full height and started to turn away, momentarily stopping on the face of the older man again. Mike felt a brief notion that he recognized this man but could not remember where. The idea quickly faded, and he finished his turn towards the door.

As they retraced their steps back downstairs and out of the house, Mike and Ted remained silent. Turning to head up the slight embankment towards the front entrance, Mike paused to stare across the river at the open field. He had a feeling he was being watched and scanned the tree line for signs of life. At first, he saw nothing, but as the sun began its climb, there was a slight reflection from the bumper of a vehicle pulled into the tree line just off the access road. Not wanting to arouse suspicion, he turned back up the hill and strode towards his cruiser. If someone was there, he did not want them to think they were spotted. He kept a set of miniature binoculars in a pack in the trunk. He would get them and see if he could get a closer look. It may be a derelict vehicle or a drunk passed out, but he learned long ago in the mountains of Afghanistan to trust his instincts.

Returning his attention to the trek up the embankment, Mike could see the nose of the forensics van and the fresh uniform of Ted’s rookie talking to them. The pre-dawn light was rising, which usually made it difficult to see details. From what he could see, Ted’s rookie was built like a linebacker. Turning his head towards Ted and pointing, Mike said, That’s your new rookie? Damn buddy, you need to treat him better than you did me. He could tie you in a knot and throw you in the trunk!

Laughing hardily, Ted replied, Sure does make domestic calls easier. Most of the redneck wife beaters quiet down when they see him get out of the car.

Rounding the corner of the house, Mike smiled in relief as he took notice of the petite figure of Julie Hertz poking out from around the rookie officer. Mike smiled; internally grateful she was on duty. Aside from her blazing red hair and emerald green eyes that made most men do a double-take, she was considered one of the best forensics people in the state. Julie earned a lot of respect for her detail-oriented nature and thorough handling of a crime scene. Mike had a lot of respect for her and took every opportunity to learn more about her craft when he got the chance.

As he moved within a few feet of her, he smiled and waved at Julie, who had just taken notice of him from around the gigantic rookie officer. Hi Julie. I wish I could say it was good to see you, but given the time of day, I will just keep it to hello.

Hey, Mike! Julie responded. Julie liked to see Mike on a crime scene. He had a good personality and did not have the atypical superiority complex that most detectives had. What’s the deal here?

I didn’t realize you had graveyards. What brings you out this early? Mike asked.

Oh, Ron and Jamie just had a baby. He’s on paternal leave, so I volunteered to take calls for the next week. Julie was the team lead in forensics and usually would not be on call. She was known for her leadership qualities and the way she cared for her team.

You are a gem, Mrs. Julie, a real gem, Mike replied.

Aww, Michael, you’re too sweet. That must mean the crime scene is a mess!

Raising his hands in mock defense, I swear, scout’s honor, no mess. In fact, it’s too damn clean.

After a momentary pause, Mike continued, Julie, do you have a set of binoculars in the van?

With a curious raise of her eyebrow, Julie replied, No, but I have a state-of-the-art camera package mounted on the roof. We use them to scan the crowds, as some people like to admire their handiwork after a crime. She continued, Why do you ask?

There is a vehicle pulled into the tree line across the river, Mike replied, and I want to see what it is. Can your cameras reach out that far?

Julie said, Let’s find out. You can brief me at the same time.

With a sly grin and using air quote fingers, Ted said, Oh yeah, the old ‘briefing in the van’ routine. I haven’t heard that one before.

In unison, both Julie and Mike flipped the one-finger salute to Ted as they headed towards the van. Unable to resist, Mike said, Hey, go cuddle with your rookie; it’s almost his bedtime, isn’t it?

Ted just laughed out loud and turned to gather his rookie. His part in this scene was complete. It was time to show the rookie the best part of police work: paperwork!

As Mike entered the van, which was a mobile crime scene lab, he could not help but be impressed with it. The Cincinnati Police Department may not have much, but what they had was quality. The new Police Chief knew that money well spent was better than flooding the department with junk that had to be replaced every two years.

In the front on the driver’s side was an electronics package with four small monitors. Mike moved to the unit and quickly found the power button and the little joystick used to control the cameras. Being an IT nerd had its perks.

Looking at the monitors, he quickly determined the camera was on the passenger side, and from the initial scene, it appeared the van was far enough forward to scan the field. Using the joystick, he moved the camera towards the field and zoomed in. The camera’s field of view was just barely able to cover the section of tree line where he thought he saw a vehicle. Zooming in as far as he could, Mike saw the space was empty. Either he was looking in the wrong spot or the car that was there had left.

Mike was no slouch when it came to observation and he knew there was a vehicle there before. He made a mental note to check traffic cameras in the area if there were any. It could be nothing, but he was taught long ago not to ignore the small details.

Breaking his silent reverie, Julie spoke, So, you going to fill me in or just stand there in some sort of Jedi trance?

In short, I don’t have a clue, Mike responded. Two people shot close range with a small-caliber bullet in an empty house with no apparent motive. I didn’t check the bodies for identification, but neither of them fit the profile for the usual homicide in this town. One of them looks like a college geek, and the other looks like some sort of security professional or even a cop. I’ll start working up the rest of the investigation in the morning.

With a wry smile, Julie responded, Sweetie, it is the morning.

Looking at his watch, Mike realized it was heading towards seven o’clock and shook his head. You know, one day I am going to find that police recruiter and arrest him for fraud.

Getting a good laugh at that, Julie said, Get out of here, will you? I’ll call you when we have the initial analysis and work ups completed.

With a nod, Mike turned to exit the van. "Thanks, Julie. I’m glad you were on duty tonight. This is either going to be really weird or really simple. I pray for the latter.

One more thing, Julie, Mike continued. If it’s not too much trouble, could you print them first and get the ID search started?

Julie nodded and said, Sure thing. As soon as I get a match, I will let you know.

Just as he was exiting the van, he felt the vibration from his mobile phone and knew instantly it was his wife. Reaching into his jacket pocket and hitting the answer button, he spoke softly, Hey there, gorgeous. Give me a minute to get rid of these dancing girls and we can talk.

The gentle voice of his wife Susan replied, Yeah, yeah, just let me know where to send the papers smarty-pants. How are you doing?

Oh, you know, the usual. I got tired of sleeping in till six AM and decided to get up and go to a homicide call to break the monotony of my otherwise dull life. I like to shake things up; you know that, Mike responded.

Boy, you sure are full of it this morning, aren’t you? Susan replied. I just wanted to make sure you were OK. I hope it’s not too bad.

Thanks, babe. Things are ok. I am going to head in and file the usual paperwork, then I will probably be home mid-morning to clean up and get back to work. I think I will make it an early day. Do you need me to get anything on the way home? Mike replied.

No, sweetie, I got dinner laid out and thawing. Emily will be home at the usual time. She has Tae Kwan Do tonight and may be staying at Allison’s afterward, Susan said.

School is out, and everyone gets to play but the grown-ups, Mike said. I wish I could go back to being a kid again.

Don’t we all, babe, don’t we all, Susan responded. I will let you go and see you this afternoon. It should be early for me as well.

Ok, I will see you around 4-ish. Do you want to hit the gym while Emily is in class tonight? I missed my morning workout, Mike said. The gym they both used was next door to the dojo where Emily took her classes.

That sounds like a great plan, Susan replied. See you at four.

You bet. Kiss Emily for me and tell her I am sorry I wasn’t up to make breakfast, Mike laughed. Not that it mattered. With school being out sleepyhead teenagers don’t rise before 10 AM!

Ha, you must be crazy, Susan replied. I think I am going to enjoy a good shower without poking the hibernating bear in her cave.

Rome, Vatican City

As dusk descended on the holy city, the last rays of the sun sinking below the peaks of the apostolic palace cast long shadows in the central courtyard. The baroque architecture of the Vatican City, with its high walls and crenels faced with sculpted angels, projected a sense of protection, as if one was watched over by the angels from high places. St. Peter’s Square was mostly devoid of its daily tourists, leaving only a few remaining to admire the Vatican Obelisk and the majestic architecture surrounding the square.

The grounds of the papal residence were silent and mostly vacant, as most of the residents had retired to evening supper and mass. Two men strolled around the courtyard perimeter path in solemn cadence, heads cast down and engaging in quiet discussion, their body language suggesting a level of familiarity with each other. To a casual observer, it appeared the first man, wearing the traditional cassock, was leading the second man, wearing a simple dark suit, on a private tour of the grounds. The first man was of average height with a medium athletic build and close-cut brown hair. He walked with a measured step and kept his eyes on the path ahead as he spoke to the second. The second man was taller by several inches. Built like an Olympic athlete, he strode gracefully like a predator cat, almost appearing to glide. His dark hair, closely shaven to his head, and green eyes roamed the grounds, continually searching and assessing with every step.

You seem ill at ease, Tiberius. In all these years, in the most perilous of times, you have never seemed troubled or uncomfortable, the shorter man said.

The second turned his head slightly and said, Paulo, it has been 700 years since a member of my Order has set foot on these grounds. The last time we met directly with the Church did not end so well for the Grandmaster of our Order.

700 years is a long time, brother. His excellency, the Pope, did not ask for this meeting to execute you. I am certain. This new Pope seems different than the others for many reasons, none of which provides a clue as to why he has requested this audience, replied Paulo.

You are a man who possesses a keen intellect and an ability to provide analysis on just about anything, and you want me to believe you have not formed a hypothesis? Come now, brother. I have not spent these past three years sharing some rather unique situations, shall we say, to believe that.

Paulo smiled at the compliment. He knew that Tiberius did not give them often. He was mostly a silent man with little to say, and in most cases, when he did speak, it was with confidence. Most regarded him as one of the more enlightened of his Order. He always thought before he spoke and, most importantly, acted. The outward strength of arms he presented was only surpassed by his calm and keen intellect. Not to be mistaken with hesitation. Paulo had personally witnessed the man in action and knew that when the time came, it was not advisable to be his adversary. His strength and build combined with a speed that few could match made him a lethal instrument.

Paulo stopped momentarily to regard his close friend before he spoke. Tiberius, my friend, while I agree this request is odd, I can only deduce that there is importance in it. Even if it only means his Holiness the Pope is extending an open palm to the Order, that is a change of unfathomable consequence.

Tiberius also stopped and turned to face him, You of all people know that secrecy is our greatest safeguard. We have remained apart from the Catholic Church and the world for good reason. Our calling and devotion to it transcend all politics and boundaries. We have remained shrouded in myth and mystery, and it has protected us more than any wealth or strength of arms. I am concerned. We know nothing of this new Pope, yet in his first months, he reaches out to us unbidden. Odd is hardly the word I would have used.

As Paulo was about to reply, a slender man wearing a tailored black suit approached them. The man was a member of the Pontifical Guard, the personal bodyguards of the Pope. His military bearing and careful gaze taking in his surroundings betrayed his military background.

The Pontifical Guard was chosen from the ranks of the Swiss Armed Forces. All were unmarried Catholic men who had, at a minimum, completed basic training. Most people viewed them as ceremonial guards on display guarding the entrances to the Vatican. What most did not know was that these men were given training of the highest caliber from various militaries after acceptance to the Guard. The training was intense enough to be rumored to have a 90 percent attrition rate. Even to Tiberius, it was a respectable program, given his background in the US military before joining the Order.

The guard stopped a few paces from them, announcing in a deep voice, His Holiness Pope Gregory VIII is prepared to receive you.

Paulo and Tiberius, giving slight nods, turned to follow the guard who also turned and headed towards the rear of the courtyard to a sizeable double-doored entrance.

The guard led them through several hallways and up two floors towards the rear of the Papal Palace. Their destination was unknown to them, and Tiberius kept careful mental note of the turns and stairways to remember his way out if need be. They turned down a long hallway ending in an ornate doorway flanked by two large men also dressed in tailored suits.

As the trio neared the entrance, the guard leading Paulo and Tiberius stopped and turned before them. He spoke quietly but with authority, I am Captain Simon Schmidt of the Pontifical Guard and commander of his Holiness’ guard. I mean no disrespect in this, but I am going to have to ask you to submit to a personal search. It is a matter of thoroughness, as I am entrusted with ensuring the safety of the Pope.

Tiberius replied, You are welcome to perform a search of my person, Captain. I come in peace and mean no harm to his Holiness the Pope.

Captain Schmidt’s eyes turned hard as he stared directly into Tiberius’ eyes and replied, I must ask you at this time also to relinquish any electronic devices. Recording of any type is not permitted without the permission of his Holiness.

That, Captain, I will not do, replied Tiberius. The devices that I have on my person serve for my protection, and I will not relinquish them to anyone.

Schmidt’s body stiffened, and the corners of his mouth turned down. If you wish to see the Pope, you will do as instructed and nothing less, he responded, leaning slightly forward to take a step closer to Tiberius.

Before Tiberius could reply, Paulo stepped forward to face the captain. The two flanking guards could feel the charged particles in the air, accelerating to a possible confrontation. They turned to address and provide subtle support for their commander at the same time.

Paulo addressed the captain in a conciliatory tone, Captain, I do not expect you to know the importance of this meeting or its significance. But might I request you consult his Holiness on this matter? Schmidt turned, preparing to deliver a strong rebuke to the priest regarding his authority. Paulo raised a hand palm outward in supplication and continued speaking, I understand your role and respect it even more. In this instance, I am humbly asking for your acquiescence.

Schmidt stood, alternating his stare between the pair and contemplating his next move. It was true that his Holiness had not provided any details on this meeting or its attendants, which was highly irregular, as he was always briefed by the Pope thoroughly before each meeting. Maybe it was the newness of the Pope and a possible oversight. Then again, it may be intentional, as it was not entirely abnormal for the Pope to meet with people in a highly confidential manner where the identities of the visitors could not be revealed.

The pair that stood before him were obviously not the usual statesmen or businessmen. The priest looked perfectly normal for the Vatican, although it was evident that he valued physical fitness. His cassock could not hide his muscle tone and apparent vigor completely. The second man, however, was a different story. Before approaching these men, he had carefully studied them from a distance. Tiberius was a man that genuinely should be respected. Schmidt had served in the Guard for nearly ten years, and he was well-trained in recognizing men of martial qualities and abilities. While the man walked and dressed in an everyday fashion, his subtle movements betrayed his abilities. The odd pin on his left lapel depicting two men astride a single horse struck a chord in his memory, but Schmidt could not remember where he had seen it before.

Schmidt decided he had better err on the side of caution and consult his Holiness. He would perform an outward pat-down of them both and then excuse himself to consult the Pope. Just as he was about to respond, the door behind him opened.

His Holiness, the Pope, was a man of slight build and had a kind face slightly wrinkled by age and topped by white, neatly cut hair that stopped just above his ears. His almond-colored eyes were set behind a pair of simple round wire-rimmed glasses that gave him a scholarly professor look. One of those professors you knew was always watching and observing. The air around him radiated peace and warmth.

The two guards attending the door straightened in respect, and their heads snapped up, looking forward into each other’s eyes. Captain Schmidt turned abruptly to regard his principal, the principal of all principals. This was highly irregular. The Pope always waited for his guests to be brought in and announced before him.

The Pope carefully regarded the situation and silently chastised himself for not being more diligent in briefing the captain of his guard. This situation had the potential to go wrong, and he needed to act quickly. He spoke directly to Captain Schmidt, Simon, this is entirely my fault, and I apologize to you. These men are my most honored guests, and I would greatly appreciate you overlooking the security formalities this one time and allow them in.

Barely containing his surprise, Schmidt bowed sharply and replied, As you wish, your eminence. Schmidt knew that now was not the time or place for a discussion on security. These men had been under careful observation for several hours before this meeting, and Schmidt believed they posed no threat. However, he was obligated and honor-bound to follow the procedures to the letter. He would, of course, report this matter up to the commander of the guard after he escorted his guests into the Papal Library where the meeting was to take place.

Giving a slight nod to the two flank guards, Schmidt waited for the Pope to retreat from the doorway so he could escort his guests into the library.

The private study was an elegantly decorated room with shelves of texts intermixed with paintings and relief statues. The room smelled of old books and oil paintings. Each Pope could decorate the study in a fashion that suited them and were able to select from the vast stores of texts and artifacts in the Vatican. Tiberius quickly observed that the study was a tribute to the archangels. All the paintings depicted angels in various scenes battling evil, and the statues were all of the angels. The far corners of the room where the simple oak desk and credenza rested were occupied by large statues, one of the Archangel Gabriel and the other Michael.

A few feet in front of the desk, almost in the center of the room, was a simple and elegant coffee table surrounded by high-backed cloth chairs. The chairs were antiques clothed in red velvet and trimmed in gold. Tiberius could make out ornate carvings of angels in the wooden borders. The floor was stone, most likely granite, tiles forming shapes of diamonds and hexagonal patterns. A simple rug was placed under both the desk and the sitting area.

The Pope stopped in the sitting area in front of one of the chairs and gestured with a sweeping hand for his guests to take seats opposite him. His facial features conveyed genuine sincerity in welcoming them both.

Tiberius stopped several paces in front of the Pope and knelt on one knee. Paulo took a measured step forward to stand next to Tiberius and addressed the Pope, Your Holiness Pope Gregory VIII, I present Knight Warden Tiberius of the Order of The Poor Fellow-Soldiers of Christ and the Temple of Solomon. Paulo then took a knee next to Tiberius and bowed his head in respect, waiting to be recognized.

The Pope smiled and spoke, Also known as the Knights Templar. I am honored by your display of respect, but there is no need for such formality this evening. I welcome you as friends of the Holy See and wish peace would be with you. Please rise and take a seat.

From his kneeling position, Tiberius looked up at the Pope and stared him directly in the eyes while speaking, Your eminence, I am honored by your invitation of peace and warm welcome. However, I must ask if the captain will remain.

Captain Schmidt is my most trusted and personal guard. While I acknowledge that I did not inform him of your identity, it was not out of mistrust, but rather an oversight of an old mind. You can trust him as you trust me, the Pope replied.

Tiberius’ eyes were a deep emerald green, and his hair was closely shaven on the sides and barely three quarters of an inch on top. His skin was taut against high cheek bones and a prominent jaw, which formed a serious expression. Tiberius spoke in a deep and respectful tone, In the name of Grandmaster Godfrey of the Order of The Poor Fellow-Soldiers of Christ and the Temple of Solomon, I extend a formal greeting and offer of peace to you.

The Pope formally extended his hand in greeting and Tiberius accepted it. The Pope gestured for Schmidt to be at ease and then said, Knight-Warden Tiberius, before we begin may I offer you some food and drink? Coffee, tea, and some light food perhaps? This affair will take a bit longer than you expected, as we both have stories to tell and matters to discuss. Before Tiberius could answer, the Pope turned to Captain Schmidt saying, Captain, will you please contact the kitchen and ask them to bring the food up now? Also, be sure that we are undisturbed until I call. You may return and stay with us afterwards.

Captain Schmidt bowed sharply and replied, Of course, your eminence, reaching into his pocket to retrieve a small radio. As he began to speak into it, Tiberius raised a hand and said, That may not function here or any other radio frequency device within a fifteen-meter radius of me.

A look of concerned curiosity spread across Schmidt’s face, but Tiberius continued, Your eminence, I apologize for this security measure. My Order has avoided detection and persecution through secrecy and we therefore employ several technological means to prevent us from being detected or recorded by electronic means.

Schmidt’s face turned from curiosity to rage as he faced Tiberius. As he began to point at Tiberius, the Pope spoke, Captain, I am allowing you to participate in this meeting for several reasons. Chief among them is that I trust you implicitly not to reveal what takes place. It is time for you to know now that the Holy Catholic Church and the Order has had an uneasy but amicable partnership for 100 years and the secrecy of this relationship is paramount. Do you understand?

Captain Schmidt’s face softened slightly as he spoke, Your eminence, I respect your wishes under protest, and I will have to report this to the commander of the guard.

You will do no such thing Captain Schmidt. This meeting will remain secret and off the books. For all intents and purposes, I have retired to my study and received no guests. I do not wish to be disturbed for any reason. Is that clear? the Pope responded. His face was stern with rebuke and authority.

The Pope continued, By the end of this meeting, you will know things that no other guard captain has known, and the reason for this secrecy will be revealed. Be patient, Captain. It will be a long night.

Yes, your eminence, replied Schmidt. He walked to the doorway and exited so that he could use his radio.

The Pope turned again to address Paulo and Tiberius, his eyes settling on Paulo. A warm smile spread across his thin lips and his eyes once again turned to softness as he spoke, Paulo, my friend, how long has it been? The Pope took several steps forward, holding both his arms out towards Paulo.

Paulo stepped into the embrace of the Pope and hugged him deeply. Tomas, he said, using the Pope’s given name. It has been five years I believe since we last saw each other at Oxford. You were the Archbishop of Canterbury, and I was graduating with my doctorate.

Ah yes. It was so good to see you finish your life’s ambition in the service of the Lord. You were always the brightest. I knew you would grow to greatness.

Whilst he tried to hide it, Tiberius’ questioning look could not escape the discerning eyes of the Pope. The Pope smiled widely and, chuckling softly as he turned to look back at Paulo, said, You did not tell him you knew me? Shame on you, Paulo.

Paulo looked at the bewildered face of his friend and could not contain his mirth any longer. He began to chuckle, saying, Your eminence, Tiberius has not only been my compatriot but has also grown to be my friend over the past three years. In all those years, I have never been able to stump him or catch him off guard. May the Lord forgive me, I could not resist!

Tiberius’ face split into a wide-mouth grin showing a row of perfect white teeth as he began to laugh softly. Speaking to Paulo, he said, My friend, you have many more years yet to go with me and I will have my day.

In that moment, all the tension in the air dissipated and the three settled into a comfortable moment of levity at the expense of Tiberius. Tiberius was most pleased to be the center of the joke and began to warm up to this Pope. Maybe this was a man who could be trusted, he thought. There is much he should know, but he was only authorized to reveal some. The Grandmaster Godfrey seemed pleased at the invitation but guarded at the same time. He had cautioned Tiberius to step lightly and not grant too much knowledge to this Pope. Hopefully, this would be the beginning of a better relationship between the Holy See and the Order.

Captain Schmidt returned to the room and stopped to watch the three men chuckling amongst each other. The Pope looked up at Schmidt, beckoning him forward, saying, Come, Simon. Join us and be at peace. There is much to discuss, and I want you to hear it all.

Captain Schmidt relaxed slightly, although he was taken aback at the Pope addressing him by his given name. It has never happened in the presence of company.

The Pope once again gestured for them all to take seats and get comfortable. They all sat down in the simple but comfortable chairs.

The Pope turned to Tiberius first and said, While we wait for the food and drinks, may I ask why the Grandmaster was unable to attend in person? I mean no offence, I am glad that a high-ranking member of the Order responded, and I am incredibly pleased to see Paulo, as I was hoping to see him again.

Your eminence, Tiberius began, but the Pope interrupted saying, Tiberius, please address me as Tomas. As I said, this is going to be a long night and I get tired of every sentence I hear beginning with ‘your eminence’. We are friends, and moreover fellow soldiers in this battle, and we must not stand on ceremony. We must be able to speak truthfully and with candor.

Again, a shocked look came upon Schmidt’s face. No one ever addressed the Pope by his given name. The significance of this meeting was beginning to dawn on him. He also wondered about the use of the word of battle. He decided to stay his tongue for the moment and leaned forward in rapt attention.

Tiberius began again, Tomas, I get the sense that you already know the answer to the question, however, I will answer it nonetheless. Tiberius knew by instinct that this was a test of his honesty. Although, he would not have lied to the Pope as a matter of honor. He continued, The Grandmaster as you know is meeting with the Chief Rabbi in Tel Aviv. Your request of this meeting was a surprise to say the least. It would have been rude for him to cancel that meeting.

I see the Knights are statesman as well as warriors, the Pope smiled broadly with a twinkling in his eyes. For now, I will accept your explanation, as I believe I will have to accept much more this night. I understand that trust between the Holy See and the Order has been in short supply for too long. That is something I hope to remedy over time. I also have much to tell you that I believe is of the utmost importance. For the time being, I will say that it will take the combined efforts of both our entities to face what may come.

Tiberius’ right eyebrow raised in a gesture of intrigue. He too was coming to recognize that the significance of this meeting extended far beyond a simple mending of relationships.

A slight knock at the door interrupted the conversation. Captain Schmidt rose quickly to prevent the house staff from entering the room. He respected these two men even more now and wished to honor their wishes of anonymity. He greeted the house