The Travellers: Journey into a Dark World

By Mark Buhler

Three sets of travelers, in the South American country of western Brazil, who travel to this mountain plateau of the western Amazon River, jungle basin. The three sets of travelers encounter an alien civilization and its monster that protects this great circular wall that once one crossed into it, will find this alien civilization doing great harm to our Earth and Homo sapiens modern world forever.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Nov 27, 2013
• ISBN: 9781493130290

Mark Buhler

My name is Mark Buhler, and I am a new beginner in the genre of science fiction. with my beloved deceased parents, Anna Magdalena Buhler, and Franz Walter Buhler, for they have created inspiration and imagination in me to what I can do in my growing up and now, writing my first series of books dedicated to them and to my prowess in writing the forth dimensions in science fact, science fiction, fantasy, and alternate reality.

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Rev. date: 11/25/2013

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Contents

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A frightening Amazon jungle river tale about three sets of travelers’ who through their own need of self importance and greed hold the world and the entire solar system in jeopardy, and danger by confronting the RAL alien interlopers from leaving the ice blue world we call Earth.

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In 2016, an alone naturalist on his reconditioned outfitted river house boat is leaning against its top sided railings and looks out unto the beautiful majestic Amazon basin river slowly going by enjoying a half lighted and smoked lucky strike menthol cigarette, and wondering what it would mean for him to capture this all powerful beast that he now stalks, he takes out from his pocket his news clippings from two years ago showing the brutal and savage killings of the tribal Indian couple resting by this great waterfall lake and leaving behind a nine inch incisor tooth with the Brazilian police detective, Torres and his small police department forensic lab, in not knowing how this came about, or who would do such a horrible homicidal act on two young people in their early twenties.

While resting on the boats railings and watching the piranhas below looking for food, he had a memory flashback going almost two months ago, while in London at the Royal Carlyle Hotel and Conference center near Trafalgar square. While there he attended the Anglo-American adventures club and international get together of scientist, archeologist, museum directors and curators, and the very rich people who support them that they worked so hard with others in stopping wars and religious and geopolitical discourse and weathering and erosion from nature in imperiling and destroying our lost ancient temples, ruins and the knowledge of who we are as mankind and our limited and brief understanding of who and where we came from in our ancient lineage of humanity, before five thousand years B.C.

Each and every guest and influential speaker was telling about themselves and what they are doing to preserve and save the historical past all over the world, the so called who’s who in the field of archeology, antiquities, government and private companies and how they are keeping the history of man alive and how we managed and evolved with our natural surroundings that were primitive by becoming more successful and cultural driven in providing a better more peaceful future for each generation to come.

While he was attending the Royal Carlyle hotel and the Annual Anglo-American club and International conference, Mr. Jonathan Weiss, decided to go to the international adventurer’s club British Empire tavern inside the hotel next to the main very large lobby that contains on one side a wooden and marble stone three foot high pedestal of a charging eleven foot high bull elephant, and on the other side a male roaring Mained lion about ready to strike and pounce and kill you from a specially designed rocks that is eight foot high enclosed around a marble stone three foot high pedestal that is located on the other side of the main lobby next to the British Empire tavern, and from watching the lion and looking around this fascinating lobby, Mr. Jonathan Weiss then walks through the twin twelve foot high wooden oak and crystal glass doors into the British Empire tavern and walking by two wax figures of Queen Victoria and Sir Winston Churchill, and going to the podium and the hostess who then greets him, and then escorts him to one of the wickers near the seven walled led 42 inch (TV) tube screens, and sits him down on a wicker and leather seated chair under a relaxing rotating six foot fan blade, and now sitting down into this two semi-round wicker chairs and marble stone table and into this comfortable leather cushion seated chair, and now ready to order a 22 once glass of Newcastle beer. Then a cute attractive English blond bar maiden (waitress) comes along and said to him what are you having here today, and he said to her, that I am ordering a 22 once cold tap Newcastle ale beer to her, she came back in two minutes with his cold tap Ale beer and thanking her that she was so prompt, then before she leaves he asks her what is behind that long, perhaps eighty foot bar, she said back to me you are quite correct about the length of the bar and behind the bar she said are two very large one hundred and twenty one inch plasma inch monitor screens separated by our five foot round Greenwich mean time atomic clock, and every fifteen minutes the scenes on the viewing two monitors change to different parts of the world, right now you are watching on the left monitor screen the temple ruins in southeastern Myanmar, and on the right monitor screen from the western Amazon river basin, are sixty piranha fish enjoying a butchered and cut up sheep given to them by the local tribal Indians who seem to idol worship them for ritual spiritual purposes, and the piranhas are still looking more for a new fresh kill to gorge themselves upon, and he said to her thank you for showing and telling me, and she said smiling at him don’t mention it and then she walks away.

While two minutes later in looking at the tube drinking his Ale beer about trout fishing he then takes out from his coat pocket the conference symposium events brochure, then glancing at the bars two large monitor screens, he then looks over to the right side of the bar and sees Mr. Terrance Smyth and Mr. Clive Bangor, kind of tipsy talking out loud, and perhaps drinking too much Mc Doodles twenty one year old scotch whiskey, in talking somewhat about Angor Wat, and a secret find they are about to make when they are headed their next week.

Next coming in was Nicole Hanes, a wildlife naturalist Photographer saying hello to me briefly and then going to Hugo Hartford on the opposite side of the bar from Mr. Clive Bangor, and Hugo kissing her on the mouth and getting very close and personal to each other in a lovers romance embrace, and last coming in was Dr. Neville Pennyworth and his assistant Mr. Wesley Ross Pickford passing by me and speaking to me briefly about finding a pyramid half completed in southern Egypt, and a tomb that has not been savaged and looted by tomb raiders and thieves, and that half completed pyramid that was buried almost ninety percent in the sand is believed to be well over thirty five hundred years old, and when finished with their small talk with me, then they sat a few whicker tables from me under their own rotating fan blades, and acted very excited that within a few short days they will be going to this archeological site and will photograph the event of their discovery finds to the world, via the world-wide internet, while in southern Egypt close to the Nile river and twenty five miles from the Sudan border.

While sitting down at his table having a few pretzels and his Newcastle beer, when on the one (TV) tube’s he saw a news flash coming from Brazil’s western region, that several people in western Brazil that are located quite near the Amazon river basin jungle were savagely killed by an unknown large predator like creature, the newswoman, said this makes seven deaths this year, so near the cradle of the Andes mountains, and another seven inch incisor tooth was discovered on the scene making it five so far discovered this year and its only July, with police detective Torres, explaining that our crocodiles here can exceed twenty feet in length and be quite toothy and can even easily crush and devour any human or animal in its way, and not to worry for our security forces will now patrol the inland Amazon water way, side arteries with their high powered air-boats for any sign of this huge crocodile, and in its unwarranted killings of our people.

As he was watching the (TV) tube, then suddenly a stranger comes and sits in front of him on the other side of the table and introduces himself as Billionaire Harold Ackerson, CEO and President of Wilkerson and Ackerson Armaments’ and technology Industries LTD, perhaps you know of me, since I am at several times of the year, always in the news, either in the good or bad, that’s a reporters job I guess, and getting to the my point with you, I am only one of the five largest contributors and supporters in preserving our past, and I in wanting to know more in who we are and where did we come from, always giving away five hundred million dollars a year to the top ten worldwide museums, universities, forums, and symposiums like this one today to find out about our past.

Jonathan Weiss sipping his Newcastle Ale beer said yes, I know who you are, and you are a major benefactor here today and why you are here today attending this symposium at the Royal Carlyle Hotel conference center today to get some kind of result you could be happy with. Mr. Ackerson said to Mr. Weiss, you are quite astute and correct why I am here now, and I really do care in my heart for our worldwide preservation of our humanity and to stop today our ignorance about our past in not correcting the mistakes we are now making, and what we are doing here today at this conference must provide for a change, and in moving forward in preventing our man made (wars), and natural disasters from destroying our past.

But, what I am now most interested in, is you, and if you would be so grateful to me, and please listen to me now, is if you would for me, is to go to South America for me, on a special fact finding assignment and taking out his check book and showing it to me that it had two hundred and fifty thousand dollars printed on it payable in any form. Mr. Jonathan Weiss looking briefly at the printed check said I am not one of your employees to fetch you a cup of coffee every time you need a refill sir.

Mr. Ackerson said no, no coffee this time and you totally miss understand me, what I want from you is to collect a particular certain dialect spoken only at the cradle of the Andes Mountain, in Brazil, and today for it is called the Houaxueta, and only a small handful of their locals speak this dialect tongue, and what I must know from them and your translation is where is this mine located, that was once producing millions of dollars in rich silver oxide, and why this was mine destroyed by this rich German industrialist, who I believe was a member of an elite Waffen S. S. Corp. of Herman Goring’s military staff, with Goring hanged at the post World War II trials as a war criminal, only he knew who this rich German industrialist name was, and whose companies he presided over that were located in America and Switzerland under a different name that was secretly created in 1923, and I need the individual names of the small former S.S. unit of Nazis, that followed and served him in going to South America by way of Lisbon, Portugal, somewhere at the end of 1945.

Mr. Weiss said what silver oxide mine, Mr. Ackerson quietly replying that it is believed to be of highly rich in silver oxides content estimated at one billion us dollars in proven reserves by one of my free lance geologist who uncovered this mine and treasure by accident at a local Swiss library of all places, and the files were printed on these pages, the former property of Swiss Intelligence, while further investigating the file that only said this mine is located somewhere near the cradle of the Andes mountains in looking at the end of the file, said this mine belongs to… it ended without a name of the German stranger, or the insight into this German industrialist file whose only code name at the end of the last page read, 1945 Macht (Uber), Neu Reich.

If you should go down to South America, if you want you can use the excuse while Mr. Ackerson was looking at the news bulletin from Brazil, that you are looking for this huge crocodile creature, and Mr. Jonathan Weiss bluntly said to Mr. Ackerson, that I want three hundred and fifty thousand dollars and some kind of modified houseboat of my design to travel in and sojourn down these side arteries of the Amazon river, and do we have a deal or not now looking at Dr. Neville Pennyworth and his assistant Mr. Wesley Ross Pickford glorifying there soon to be adventures in southern Egypt with a small party around them celebrating their new to be achievements and even Mr. Terrance Smyth, Mr. Clive Bangor, Hugo Hartford and Nicole Hanes joining them with Nicole smiling and winking and looking back at Mr. Jonathan Weiss who then put his attention now towards looking back at Mr. Ackerson who looked back at Mr. Weiss and smiled at him, and said to him like your friends over there celebrating you can have your own adventure by helping me in my quest in South America, and he also said, you scientist are truly exceptional businessmen and said yes to a now slightly tearful Mr. Jonathan Weiss, I do agree, and then they both shook hands smiling with approval with Mr. Harold Ackerson who said to him this beer and this next one is on me, and waving the bar maid over to come here, he said to her what is your biggest shrimp cocktail do you have here in this tavern, she said five American colossal six inch gulf shrimp, and then he said to her can you bring one order here to my friend, if