Book entry part one final cut.

Clineaus Grey sat as still as the boulder of cold granite beside him, his black body-length trench-coat waving slightly in the breeze, his long black hair falling in front of his cool grey eyes and his black combat boots crunching the gravel as he shifted positions into a crouch. Clineaus was somewhere in the wilderness of the mid-west. He was waiting for the inevitable arrival of Special Agent Gabriel “Cody” Matthews of the F.B.I. The reason for Cody’s arrival was that twenty four hours earlier Clineaus Grey had placed a call in to the Federal Bureau of Investigations regarding a confirmed tip that he had about a potential threat to national security. Clineus had requested Cody, and Cody alone for the simple fact that he was the only one Clineaus trusted even though neither man had ever met the other. Clineus chuckled at the thought and disappeared into the forest to wait.

Special Agent Gabriel Matthews looked out the window of the ancient black hawk heli-copter at the rolling hills of central Missouri. The last seventy two hours for him had been a whirlwind to say the least. He had just finished busting the biggest drug producer this side of the Mexican border and he had totaled his jeep in the process; a reason why he was in this chopper. And of all the things that could be going through his mind at the moment, oddly enough, was why people kept on calling him Cody. He had been called that as long as he could remember. He would ask people why they called him that and he would always get the same answer: “I guess it just fits you better” they would say, and even his own mother would agree with them! Waking up from his day dream, Cody heard the pilot’s twangy southern voice crackling in the ancient headset reminding him that they where almost to the rendezvous point.
“Thanks Mac!” Cody said, checking his gear and drop harness.
“No problem Cody.” Mac replied with a smile. Mac had been Cody’s friend and mentor ever since Cody had joined the F.B.I. Cody doubted that he could have even made it this far if it had not been for Mac’s help.
“I know it’s none of my business, but why you and why here?” Asked Mac
“I really don’t know Mac.” Cody said. “I’ve never even heard of anyone named Clineaus Grey. I’m not sure if Chief is doing the right thing sending me into the unknown after a tip that we don’t even know is credible!”
“Now Cody you don’t need to go and get mad at him now.” Said Mac “He probably has a good reason for this, and even if he doesn’t and this turns out to be just another idiot crackpot out to get on T.V, everything will come out in the wash.” This kind of calm counsel from Mac was what had kept Cody from getting kicked out of the academy, or college for that matter.

Cody looked out the window of the chopper for the signal flare that Clineaus had said would be the sign for them to let Cody out. Suddenly the sky directly to Cody’s right was illuminated with a brilliant blue streak that stood out drastically even against the mid morning sun.
“That’s odd.” thought Cody “Never seen a blue flare before.”
“There!” They spoke at the same time.
“You gona’ be ok kid?” asked Mac.
“I’ll be fine Mac. No need to worry. Just don’t crash or anything like that wile I’m on my way down.”
“Ha-ha! I’ll try not to! See ya’ later kid!” Mac waved Cody off the chopper and watched as Cody slowly released the rope and lowered himself to the ground. Once there Cody jumped clear of the harness and began to wave the chopper off only to see it burst into blue flames and spiral out of control spewing smoke and flames as it crashed into the upper canopy of the forest.

“No! Mac!” Cody screamed over the reverberating echo of the explosion. He was just about to run to where the chopper went down when he saw that he was surrounded by five creatures that he could barley see. Sometimes they would be a brilliant sapphire blue but as soon as Cody looked at them they appeared no more than extensions of the trees behind them. From what Cody could see, the things stood on two legs, standing about seven to eight feet tall at the top of the head and appeared to have a hard exoskeleton of sorts that reminded Cody very much of a beetle or crab. The creatures claws were what frightened Cody the most being four inches long, bright red and came in multiples of six on each hand. Cody was thinking of what he should do when the largest one of them spoke to him in a strange growling, whisper that seemed to reverberate inside his head and sent involuntary chills of icy fear down Cody’s spine.

“Gabriel Matthews.” said the largest one “we are the warders of the Omen. You have some information that is very valuable to our master and our orders are to take you alive. If you refuse we will have no choice but to use force and make you come with us.”

“And why should I?” asked Cody tentatively, as he reached behind his back and turned on his emergency transmitter. He guessed that the rest of his team should be here in 5 minuets so he would have to stall them until then. Cody wondered how interested theses things would be in a little small talk. “I do not know of anything that could be useful to anyone other than me and my President. You must be mistaken. I’m sorry, you have clearly wasted your time.”

“We are never wrong!” snapped the creature through its sideways jaws full of crimson colored teeth. “You are what we are looking for and you are the key! Now stop stalling and come with us or we will force you.”

Cody stared at the creatures beady black eyes and wondered where the heck his team was and if he had to; whether or not he could take five, seven foot tall creatures that he was assuming to be aliens at the moment despite how absurd it sounded.

“I see you have resorted to trickery to try and get away, Gabriel Matthews. Yes, that’s right. Our ears are much keener than yours. I can hear the hovering craft that you called. And do not think for a moment that this makes any difference. Just the five of us could take down three-hundred of your puny race. Now you have forced us to take drastic measures.” Motioning to two of the smaller warders to grab Cody the largest one stepped forward and made a lightning fast attempt at grabbing Cody’s shoulder. With a sharp duck and a roll Cody managed to escape with his life but his right shoulder exploded in mind searing pain as the warders talons sank into his flesh, tearing it clean to the white bone. Seeing his one chance in a small gap between the warders that had moved to take hold of him, Cody make a break for it.
Running through the woods at full speed is difficult enough, but running through the woods with a backpack full of equipment and an alien chasing you is nearly impossible. A half mile later Cody stopped and looked back, not seeing anything as he collapsed on the ground with exhaustion. To his horror the larger of the two warders sent to seize him was standing right in front of him!

“Now, now” it said in a raspy, baritone voice “let’s not take the fun out of this just yet. If you’re smart you’ll keep running, if you’re really smart you won’t make me chase you.” The warder chuckled and turned as if to leave.

Cody instinctively reached for his side arm and pointed it at the creatures head.
“Turn around and we’ll talk about this.”

“I’m done talking.” It said “I’m here for you and I’m not going to let you just talk your way out if it. Now be a good boy and stand up, turn around and walk in a straight line until I tell you to stop.”

Cody’s hand trembled slightly. He was having a hard time telling if it was the adrenalin rushing through his veins like a torrent of unstoppable flow or the fear that was beginning to eat at his senses. Before he decided to take the time to care, the warder turned and roared charging Cody’s mid section in an attempt to literally bite him in half. Grimacing as his shoulder screamed at him with pain and reluctance to move, Cody fired two shots in rapid succession into the warder’s open mouth.

The creature stopped as if in utter shock of his defeat, put a weakening hand to its bleeding mouth and with one last mournful groan the warder dropped dead at Cody’s feet. Without taking the time to revel in his surprising victory, Cody turned and began to jog/walk towards the screams, roars and gun fire where he knew his team to be battling the remaining four warders. Reloading his gun Cody’s vision began to fade into an inky blackness. “No! No, no, no, no, no! I can’t pass out now! I can’t I can’t I ca-“And with that last desperate thought Cody fell face first into the ground, out cold from the loss of blood that was still oozing through his scabbed skin.

Clineaus Grey watched in horror at the scene that was unfolding before his eyes; twenty highly trained men being beaten and mauled by the two remaining warders who stood in the middle of a circle of the remaining sixteen men who were under cover and firing madly at the two beasts that continued to hurl ammo cases, leftover guns, helmets and stones at the helpless men. Seeing that Cody was relatively safe for the moment Clineaus decided to help the remaining members of Cody’s team before they all were killed, mauled or worse. Drawing his katana shaped ion-blade, Clineaus leaped 15 feet in the air off of the elevated rock out-cropping he had been sitting on and descended upon the two remaining warders without mercy. After slicing the smallest one vertically in half upon landing, Clineaus began to duel with the largest remaining warder who was still holding a member of Cody’s team by the waist and appeared to be about to maul him.

“Put him down before I kill you!” demanded Clineaus.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t Clineaus Grey: friend of the resistance and the biggest traitor ever to live through deserting the Omen. You won’t live through our duel this time Clineaus. As you can see I’ve fully recovered and am stronger than when we last met. I’m going to enjoy this.”

Dropping the limp form of the hapless man out of his way the Warder bent down and retrieved his weapon that he had dropped wile picking up the man. It was a strange weapon to say the least. It was bent like a “U” with the prongs being at least 2 feet long. Its color was a glowing white and the tips were a strange shade of blue not unlike the shade of the warders themselves.

Grasping the weapon by the center of the curve, the beast pointed in at Clineaus who had been making sure the poor man was alive. Satisfied that he was, if only by a thread Clineaus drew his fire arm as well as his blade making himself look all the fiercer.

“Let’s get this over with. I’ve got things to do.” remarked Clineaus sarcasticly as he began to circle his opponent.

“I’m going to enjoy this” said the warder, copying Clineaus’ movements.

Without warning Clineaus yelled and charged the warder. Swinging his katana over his head, Clineaus aimed at the left shoulder of his opponent in an attempt to cleave the warders’ from his left arm to his right hip.

The warder was ready and blocked Clineaus’ blow with the under side of his weapon. Then giving a strong upwards heave, hurled the much lighter Clineaus ten feet up and twenty feet back from where he started.

As Clineaus flipped backwards he managed to fire off two rounds from his high-powered assault pistol both shots hitting their mark in the creatures left shoulder.

Howling in pain the warder looked down at his shoulder that was beginning to ooze dark green blood and gave Clineaus a savage look of hatred and utter distain.

“You’ll pay for that you slime!” roared the beast as it hurled himself at Clineaus wile firing blue plasma bolts from in between the prongs of his gun-sword.

As the creature rushed towards him Clineaus used his blade to deflect two of the oncoming bolts and dodged to the left to avoid the other four. Rising up from a crouch after his roll, Clineaus used his momentum, speed and smaller size to his advantage as he dropped his sword, jumped forward and landed a double fisted uppercut into the warders “chin” sending the beast toppling backwards to land on its back. Before the warder could get up, Clineaus stepped on top of him, one foot on its stomach and the other, planted sideways on the creatures throat.

“Looks like I win.” panted Clineaus in a cold, flat tone that showed no hint of possible mercy.

“You got lucky.” The creature managed to ground out through its half crushed throat. “Just remember this: If you kill me it will only worsen the wrath of the Omen when they find you.”

“I’m sure.” said Clineaus in the same flat tone, right before he pulled the trigger, spattering green blood on the ground around where the Warders head used to be.

Meanwhile, Cody was lying on the ground about fifty yards away and was in serious trouble. The loss of blood and the bruising on his face from his fall had left him in near critical condition. Clineaus knelt by Cody’s limp form and dressed his gaping wound the best he could. Knowing that he couldn’t do anymore for him Clineaus called for a medical evac’ transport and upon standing, looked at the limp form of Cody on the ground and then to the twitching body of the alien, then set about burning the bodies of the aliens and making it look like a bear was the cause of the carnage among the four badly mangled humans. Clineaus secretly mourned the brutal and careless loss of human life before him and vowed again for the countless time that he would stop this madness if it killed him. Clineaus did not have to wait long for the rescue party. His radio crackled with the sounds of a human voice.

“Clineaus, are you there? I need the victim’s status ASAP!” Said a gruff, yet friendly voice aged by thousands of cigars, barking orders and years of yelling over the crowd in order to be heard.

“Al, is that you? It’s about time you got here!” Clineaus call back into his radio.

“Yeah, yeah, just give me his general status and I’ll get you guys out of there.”

“He’s pretty banged up Al. Claw wound in his shoulder that looks like it goes all the way to the bone and major bruising on his face from a nasty fall.”

“What did you do to him Clineaus?! You were told to protect him for us, not kill him.”

“It wasn’t me. Some how our plans got intercepted and I had to rescue him from a squad of those dang Warders!”

“Oh boy, H.Q isn’t going to be happy about this one. I’m sending a transport now. See ya’ soon.”

“Alright Al, I might have to skip this one. I have some business to take care of. Chief will understand.” Clineaus then put down his radio and continued to tend to Cody’s wounds the best he could until the transport arrived.

As Alorduv Bekascon - a massive specimen of a man, with blonde hair and a bushy beard, standing 6’10” and weighing in at about 225 lb, Al looked very much like a Viking. Born in the country of Australia, Al had been with the resistance since about age 15 - arrived at the rescue point, stepping over the dense undergrowth and the dozens of fallen trees that lay rotting on the forest floor he looked around for Clineaus, who was nowhere to be seen, “Al” was beginning to wonder if this was the right spot when he heard a mournful and muffled groan coming from the bloodied pulp that was Gabriel Matthews’ half buried in the mulch form.

“Oh man” said Al “What did you do to tick the Omen off so badly?”

Shaking his head and muttering to himself Al proceeded to give Cody first aid and lift Cody onto the waiting stretcher that was not encumbered by wheels since it floated without sound or movement. Still wary of Omen clan members in the area Al drew his side arm and checked his ion-blade – A metal alloy based blade with a virtually indestructible ion-harnessing edge that could cut through almost anything has become the weapon of choice for most of the special forces members from the Resistance; Al’s preferred shape of his blades were similar to those of the Sais.- As Al did this he pushed the hover-stretcher into the back of the orange colored aircraft, Al slid into the unmanned pilot’s seat and assumed the controls. Piloting the bulky craft up through the tops of the trees, Al set his course for the Resistance’s main base in the center of Aires Rock in Australia.

“Hang on.” Al called to the incapacitated Cody “I’m not used to flying something this big.” He chuckled at the absurdity of talking to an unconscious body and set off for Australia’s wild outback.

Clineaus was franticly searching for his quarry. He had been at this all night and most of the day and had not intention of giving up until he found it. He had known what he had to do since the day he left for America from the Resistance. This was, by far, one of the most important missions he had gone on in a long time. And for once Clineaus knew precisely how to go about this and how to achieve his objective with perfect precision and delicacy.

Chapter 1 (revised)

Revelation of Evil: Book 1, Chapter 1Clineaus Grey sat as still as the boulder beside him, somewhere in the wilderness of the mid-west. With is black trench coat moving slightly in the steady breeze and hands clasped behind his back he stood there and waited for the inevitable arrival of Special Agent Gabriel “Cody” Matthews of the F.B.I. The reason for Cody’s coming was that 24 hours earlier Clineaus Grey had placed a call in to the Federal Bureau of Investigations regarding a tip that he had about a potential threat to national security. Clineus had requested Cody, and Cody alone for the simple fact that he was the only one Clineaus trusted even though neither man had ever met the other. Clineus chuckled at the thought and disappeared into the forest to wait.Special Agent Gabriel Matthews looked out the window of the black hawk chopper at the rolling hills of central Missouri. The last 72 hours for him had been a whirlwind to say the least. He had just finished busting the biggest drug producer this side of the Mexican border and he had totaled his truck in the process; a reason why he was in this chopper. And of all the things that could be going through his mind at the moment, oddly enough, was why people kept on calling him Cody. He had been called that as long as he could remember. He would ask people why they called him that and he would always get the same answer: “I guess it just fits you better” they would say, and even his own mother would agree with them! Waking up from his day dream, Cody heard the pilot’s voice crackling in the ancient headset reminding him that they where almost to the rendezvous point.“Thanks Mac!” Cody said“No problem Cody.” Mac replied with a smile. Mac had been Cody’s friend and mentor ever since Cody had joined the F.B.I. Cody doubted that he could have even made it this far if it had not been for Mac’s help.“I know it’s none of my business, but why you and why here?” Asked Mac“I really don’t know Mac.” Cody said. “I’ve never even heard of anyone named Clineaus Grey. I’m not sure if Chief is doing the right thing sending me into the unknown after a tip that we don’t even know is credible!”“Now Cody you don’t need to go and get mad at him now.” Said Mac “He probably has a good reason for this, and even if he doesn’t and this turns out to be just another crackpot out to get on T.V, everything will come out in the wash.” This kind of calm counsel from Mac was what had kept Cody from getting kicked out of the academy.Cody looked out the window of the chopper for the signal flair that Clineaus had said would be the sign for them to let Cody out. Suddenly the sky was illuminated with a brilliant red that stood out drastically even against the mid morning sun.“There!” They spoke at the same time.“You gona’ be ok kid?” asked Mac.“I’ll be fine Mac. No need to worry. Just don’t crash or anything like that.”“Ha-ha! I’ll try not to! See ya’ later kid!” Mac waved Cody off the chopper and watched as Cody slowly released the rope and lowered himself to the ground. Once there Cody jumped clear of the harness, checked his gear and then waved the chopper off and watched it disappear over the trees.As soon as the chopper was out of site Cody took out his handheld G.P.S and started to get his bearings. Finding the right way to go Cody looked up; supposedly to start out on his search, but found that he was no more than 6 feet from the strangest creature Cody had ever seen. It stood about 7’ tall, and appeared to have a hard exoskeleton of sorts. Its jaws were unlike anything familiar to Cody, in fantasy or not, they opened sideways to reveal to rows of crimson red teeth, which contrasted greatly with the white glossy hue of the beast. Cody opened his mouth to speak but quickly shut it in preference to running. Running through the woods at full speed is difficult enough, but running through the woods with a backpack full of equipment is really hard. A quarter mile later Cody stopped and looked back. Not seeing anything he collapsed on the ground with exhaustion. To his horror the thing was standing right in front of him! “Now, now” it said in a raspy, baritone voice “let’s not take the fun out of this just yet. If you’re smart you’ll keep running, if you’re really smart you won’t make me chase you.” The thing chuckled and turned as if to leave. Cody instinctively reached for his side arm and pointed it at the creatures head.“Turn around and we’ll talk about this.” “I’m done talking.” It said “I’m here for you and I’m not going to let you just talk your way out if it. Now be a good boy and stand up, turn around and walk in a straight line until I tell you to stop.” Cody’s hand trembled slightly. He was having a hard time telling if it was the adrenalin or the fear that was beginning to eat at his senses. Before he decided to take the time to care, Cody aimed and pulled the trigger.BAM! The gun went off, sparks flew and Cody’s left shoulder erupted in pain.The creature turned around and made a sound that might have been interpreted as a giggle.“Nice try Agent Matthews. But you’re going to have to do much more than that if you want to live.”And with that, the creature picked Cody up over his shoulder and bounded off into the unknown.Clineaus Grey watched in horror at the scene that was unfolding before his eyes; Cody being kidnapped by the very people he was being protected from. Without thinking twice Clineaus activated his emergency beacon and sprinted after Cody, and the creature.Meanwhile, Cody was in excruciating pain, partly from the ricochet wound in his shoulder, and partly from the creatures shoulder getting repeatedly smashed into his gut wile he carried his limp form in a run. Cody was barley coming to when he saw what appeared to be a human for running towards him and the creature. What intrigued him the most about this was not the sudden appearance of life nor the fact that they were being chased by this man. But the speed at which this man was gaining on them. Cody estimated that the creature was carrying him at about 30 Miles per hour in great leaps and bounds. But the man behind them appeared to be traveling almost twice that! Cody hoped that the creature hadn’t noticed, but more importantly, he hoped that the man was a friend, and not trying to kidnap him like this guy was.The man was almost on top of them when he drew his gun. This gun was unlike anything Cody had ever seen. It was similar to the standard issue 9mm. Glock that Cody had been issued in the F.B.I. But there the differences ended. As the man got closer Cody saw that the gun had what looked like a laser sight on it. He was close. It was the auto targeting mechanism that’s what started the long list of differences.Clineaus was taking aim at the creatures head and was about to pull the trigger when the creature stopped. Knowing that if his cover was blown, so was Cody’s chances of survival Clineaus fired his gun directly at the back of the creatures head.Cody saw all this in almost a state of delirium and awe. He was being rescued; so he thought, and witnessing a sci-fi movie all at the same time. This was to much to think about and it made Cody’s head throb with pain. Struggling to maintain conciseness Cody blinked and nearly passed out. He blinked again and passed out just before Clineaus pulled the trigger.Bang, sploosh! The creatures head disappeared in a cloud of steaming alien goop. Clineaus looked at the limp form of Cody on the ground and then to the twitching body of the alien, but his sense of victory was short lived when he realized Cody was no longer awake. Pinning his emergency beacon to Cody’s bloody shirt, Clineaus estimated how long it would be until they were rescued.

Voices

There are voices that only exist inside her mind,

Whispering lies about the life she’s going to find,

The voices come awake only as she sleeps,

Opening wounds with only her lifeblood to seep,

She doesn’t know it’s them who’s weaving her nightmares,

They’re her friends-

the only ones that hear as she drowns in her tears,

“Wake up!” they scream,

But she can’t,

she’s tried,

She carves their names in her arms,

Because all feeling within her has died,

She denies that this blood is all her own,

But standing in the pool of her death she’s become their drone,

She’s trying so hard to get out,

She begins to pant,

So to finish her off,

The voices chant…

“Come down to the river,

Where the demons play,

Step into the water,

And be swept away,

Give up your soul,

Say your last prayer,

Once you’re gone,

No one will care,

Surrender your life,

Or all that it was,

After you’re done,

You’ll still have us.”

Don’t listen to the voices,

They’re not your friends,

Don’t love the voices,

Your life, they will end,

Don’t give into the voices,

There’s another way out,

Just wait for the rain,

You’ll soon be out of this drought,

“Come down to the river,

Where the demons play,

Step into the water,

And be swept away,

Give up your soul,

Say your last prayer,

Once you’re gone,

No one will care,

Surrender your life,

Or all that it was,

After you’re done,

You’ll still have us.”

Your Hands

Your hands…

Always groping, holding and strangling me,

As they steal away every last trace of sanity,

They pick me up,And they beat me down,

They’ve given me life,

And they’ve let me drown,

You’ve watched me fail,And you’ve watched me die,

And you’ve watched my life pass before our eyes,

You can’t keep me safe,For my words are true,

All that I have to run from is you,

So now please let me go,It’s worth a try,

Give me my wings back,And watch me fly.

When the only hands there to hold you,

Are the same hands that hurt you,

All hope within you damned,

When the only hands there to hold you,

Are the same hands that hurt you,

Please know I understand.

Your hands…

Long since dead they don’t comfort me much,

Rendering me incoherent with every inciting touch,

They make me feel good,

And they cause all my pain,

They’ve washed me ‘till perfect,

But they’ve made me a stain,

You’ve seen me scared,

And you’ve stopped my dance,

All because of your harsh dissonance,

You’ve seen my imagination,

And you’ve broken my dreams,

And you jab me with needles as you sew all my seams,

So now let me go,

It’s worth a try,

Give me my wings back,

Or watch as I die.

When the only hands there to hold you,

Are the same hands that hurt you,

All hope within you damned,

When the only hands there to hold you,

Are the same hands that hurt you,

Please know I understand.

I can’t stay here anymore,Sitting on this soul-degrading shore,

I see the waves crash on the rocks,

As rust grows on my chains and locks,

It was you who left me here,

And you left me dying out of fear,

All the anger that you sow,

Happened just so you could know...

It was your hands that picked me up,

It was your hands that beat me down,

It was your hands that gave me life,

The same hands that let me drown,

It was your hands that made me feel good,

It was your hands that caused my pain,

Your hands washed me ‘till I was perfect,

The same hands that made me a stain,

When the only hands there to hold you,

Are her hands that hurt you,

All hope within you damned,

When the only hands there to hold you,

Are her that hurt you,

Please know I understand.

Your hands…

Are cold…

Revelation of Evil pt 3-3

They both left without eating anything.





Gabriel Matthews and Christina Baker sat side by side in Cody's Ridgeline. It had been what seemed like days since their conversation at the resurant in D.C even though in reality it had only been a matter of hours. Cody had insisted that they drive, not fly to Montana as she had hoped. No, Cody claimed that if they bought plane tickets they would be to easy to track and would inevitably be caught and arrested by the F.B.I. So here they were sitting in Cody's truck for some 33 hours and taking turns driving in shifts of 6 1/2 hours each and only stopping sparticaly for food and to use the bathroom. hey both stared ahead waiting for the showdown that would take place in three days.

"Are you ok?" Nina asked

"I'll be fine once this thing is over. Why do you ask?"

"You just look very tired and unshaven."

"So?"

"So what? I'm just saying that's all. You don't have to jump all over me!"

"I'm sorry I'm just tired and unshaven." Cody said giving Nina a wink.

"Huh!? You are huh? And just what are you going to do about it?"

"I don't know. Nothing until I'm in Montana that's for sure."

"You sure? Because you really don't look very good."

"I don't feel so great but I'm not stopping until the state line."

"That's fine with me." Replied Nina knowing that she had very little say in the matter anyway.

So they rode on in silence, neither one of them knowing the horrors that awaited them.

Clineaus Grey sat at his makeshift table in the middle of the Sanctuary of the Monastery and stared at the floating hologram in front of him.

"You have done well Clineaus." Said a voice "Soon we will have Gabriel Matthews in our custody."

"Yes sir." said Clineaus

"Let me know as soon as you have him. I very much want to speak with him."

"Yes sir. I'll have him and report to you on the 15th."

"Until then Clineaus."

"Until then sir."

"What weapons did we bring again?" Nina asked

"Four AR's four Frag' grenades and four Colt 45's. Why?"

"Just wanted to know what I need to bring."

"Bring? It's a gun fight Nina. You don't bring anything you don't need."

"I meant equipment wise. A girl needs to know these things. Besides, I need to know what shoes to wear."

"Ha Ha very funny." Cody said. "Maybe I should accessorize too. That way we can match in the mugshot photos if we get caught."

"Okay Cody. That's just mean." Nina said. "I was just being funny and you didn't have to shoot me down."

"I wasn't. I was being serious. Or was I?"

Nina leaned over and punched Cody in the arm. Not aiming to hurt but maybe just a little harder than was necessary.

"OW! What was that for?"

"I don't know. I just felt like it I guess."

"Well maybe I just feel like this!" Cody said taking his hands off of the wheel and covering his eyes.

"No stop!!" Nina shouted "You're going to get us killed before we even get there!"


Nina's words stopped Cody short. This was the first time the thought had actually occurred to either one of them. The fact that they may not make it back was a thought that both knew but neither talked about.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say it like that."


"It's fine. I'm sorry I dragged you into this." Cody said remorsefully


"You didn't drag me into this. I came willingly."


"Really?"


"Yes. Because if I hadn't come willingly you would be in handcuffs right now and facing charges of kidnapping and refusal to follow orders."


"You think so?" Asked Cody

"I know so. I also know that when we get to Montana we will find Clineaus, take him down and put him behind bars for the rest of his miserable life. And that my daddy will know nothing of this little escapade we're going on until it's to late to stop us and he won't be mad anyway."


"And why wont he be mad huh?" asked Cody doubtfuly.


"I don't know. I just think he'll be more happy that we have Clineaus than mad that we broke several federal laws." Nina said with a smile.


"Yeah" said Cody "If I know him like I think I do then you're right."

"Of course I'm right! I'm always right!"


"Now there is where you go wrong." Said Cody. "I'm only right 90 percent of the time and I'm more right then you are."


"Are not!!"

"What about that time in Berlin? I was right about the cabby. Then there was that time in..."


"Okay, Okay I get it you don't have to rub it in!" Nina retorted.


"I wasn't rubbing it in! I was simply stating what had happened."


"Uh. Cody? How long has that been there?" Asked Nina tentatively.


"What? How long was what been there?"


"That thing I'm not sure what it is but it's getting closer really fast!"


"What the!" Was all Cody managed to say about the thing in his rear view mirror before the trucks windows were blown out by a bone jarring explosion that was shortly followed by an ear splitting screech.


"That's what I was talking about!" Yelled Nina over the noise.


"Duly noted." Cody yelled back. "Now what are we supposed to do about it?"


No sooner had the words left his mouth than the truck seemed to stop instantly. Cody looked around to see what seemed to be a black metal beast had grabbed the tailgate of his truck and was proceeded to attempt to pick them up. Seeing this Cody almost put the gas pedal through the floor in an attempt to get away. To his surprise, it worked! Although the monster remained the sole owner of a badly used tailgate.

"Take the wheel!" Cody shouted.


"What? How am I supposed to take the wheel.." Nina didn't have time to argue before Cody was in the back seat loading his guns.

Five minuits earlier, in Montana Clineaus sat on the roof of the monastery and thought. He thought about the next days events and thought about how he was going to arrange them. For even though Cody, at the moment, was clueless to the bigger scheme of things. Clineaus definitely had the advantage here. Stirring himself from his day dream Clineaus looked up just in time to see a large black jet fly over at and astonishingly low altitude and blisteringly fast. Not seeing it as a threat Clineaus dismissed it and headed down stairs to get some sleep for the next day.


Pushing the ridge line to it's limits, Nina speed down Hwy. 94 in North Dakota.

"What are we going to do about this?!" Nina shouted over the noise of the wind, the monster and Cody's futile attempts at shooting it.



"I don't know! Just keep driving and don't hit anything!" Cody screamed back.



Cody frantically looked around for something; anything, that he could maybe use to drive this thing away. Whatever that might be. All he could find were some empty pringles cans, the four grenades they brought, his propane camp stove and some duck tape. Suddenly, he had an idea. One of those ideas that are so crazy that they might just work. Cody went to work making a makeshift bomb with the grenades and propane canister.



Noticing that Cody had stopped shooting, Nina took the opportunity in the relative quiet to speak up about her end of things.



"Have you lost your mind?! This is insane and foolhardy!"



"We're fine!" Cody assured her. "Just whatever you do don't stop!"



"Ok just let me know if things need to change." Nina rolled her eyes and kept driving



"Will do hun."



Having assembled his homemade bomb Cody was now faced with a more important dilemma: how was he going to get this thing out of his car before it blew up?



Suddenly he figured out how he was going to get this bomb in the air, and more importantly; in the monster.



"Try not to swerve!" Cody yelled. "If you do I'm going to fall and die!"



"What?!" scream-asked Nina. "Oh no you're not! Get back in this ca-!"



She had no more said what them Cody had tied himself to the luggage rack on top of the cab and was stepping out onto the nearly non-existent tail bed. Screaming and waving his arms Cody managed to get the monsters attention. Cody braced himself as the monster looked at him and leaned forward to grab him. With the monster rushing toward him and a 100 mph wind blowing at his back Cody almost forgot to pull the pins on the grenades. After groping at them frantically for several seconds, Cody finally got the last one free of the grenade. Knowing he had only seconds before the "bomb" went off he screamed all the louder and leaned as far forward as he could. The monster was now only about ten yards away and appeared to have an open mouth of sorts. Cody knew that this was his only chance if they were going to get rid of this thing. And with one last yell of exertion Cody heaved the homemade bomb into the monsters mouth and started to count the seconds out loud.

one...two...three...four...five... Cody began to wonder if it was going to go off at all.



BAM!!! A gigantic fire ball exploded from where the monsters head used to be. The force of the explosion threw Cody almost all the way back into his drivers seat and rocked the truck up onto it's front two wheels. Nina stopped the truck in spited of herself and looked around dazed and confused.



"What the heck was that?!" Nina demanded.



Cody just sat in between the front seats and grinned in disbelief. The body of the monster lay in a crumpled heap about 200 yards away and the head was nowhere to be seen.



"How did you manage to do that?" Asked Nina.



"You wouldn't believe me if I showed you." Cody mumbled, still a little stunned his bomb actually worked that well. "do you have any idea what that was?"



"No I don't" Nina responded. "how was it following us at 120 miles per hour?"



"I think it was flying or hovering or something."



"Well, whatever it was I sure hope it doesn't have friends."



"You and me both. Lets get out of here."



"Sounds good to me." Nina said. "But this time; you drive!"



"Ok." Cody said laughing.



That night they arrived at Oak Grove and spent the night in a hotel that if the cockroaches hadn't cleaned it would have been sleazy. Neither one of them knew that the events of the next day would change their live forever.



The next morning around 5am Cody walked downstairs to Nina's room. Doughnuts in hand Cody knocked on the door



The next day Cody and Nina approached the monastery cautiously not knowing what may be in store for them.

Clineaus watched them both from his hiding spot and unsuccessfully tried to stifle a snicker.

"What's that? Come out with your hands above your head!" Called Cody.

Knowing that the gig was up Clineaus decided to obey and stepped out from behind the marble carving of St. Peter.

"Hello Cody" Said Clineaus "I've been waiting a long time for you."

"Why?" asked Cody. "Why would you be waiting for me?"

"I told you I would didn't I?"

"Yes you did" said Cody keeping his gun pointed at Clineaus' head. "But why here and why me?"

"Before I answer that can we please put the guns down and talk like civilized people?"

"You first." Cody said. "I'm the last one to trust you at this point."

"Ok." Said Clineaus disappearing into thin air and reappearing right behind Nina.

"What the?" Nina said. "How did you do that?"

"Put the guns down and we can all explain ourselves over a nice hot cup of coffee." Clineaus said with just a tad more shove in his voice.

"Not after that! I'm not letting you out of my sight!" Cody said.

"Ok, you forced me to do this."

Before Cody or Nina could ask what he meant Clineaus had disappeared again and with him the guns and ammo that they were carrying.

"Ok fine. I'll sit down and talk to you. No coffee though. I don't know what you put in it." Cody said.

"Thank you for cooperating." Said Clineaus.

The three sat down at Clineaus' table that was stationed among the pews and hymnals.

"So what do you want?" Nina asked after Clineaus had gotten his coffee and sat down.

"What do I want? you ask. Well let me tell you. But I must ask for your ears and minds."

"Ok. I'm listening." Said Cody smugly "spit it out so I'm not late for Washington."

"Thank you. But I don't think you'll be worried about Washington after you hear me speak."

"Well see about that." Cody said.

"Well now down to business. You guys ready?"

"Quit stalling and get it over with." Nina said.

"Ok fine were goes nothing. I am not who you think I am. I am not a criminal like you perceive me to be. I am, however, a Commanding Officer in the underground army of the rebellion."

"Whoa whoa whoa! There is no way. There haven't been any rebellions in the U.S.A in over 200 years. And there is no way you're talking about space or anything." Cody said

"As a matter of fact I am talking about space and everything. I know it sounds an awful lot like starwars or something but it's true. Is there anything I can tell you or show you that will convince you as to my innocence?"

"I don't know." Said Nina. "I'm willing to believe almost anything after that monster thing attacked us on the highway."

"What did it look like?!" Clineaus demanded.

"What does it matter?" Cody said, still with a careful eye on Clineaus and a smug look on his face.

"It could mean life or death to you, Nina and even me if it was from Crimson."

"Who in the world is Crimson?" Asked Nina.

"It's not who in the world, it more like what and in the galaxy." said Clineaus "We must leave now! Come with me."

"I'm not going anywhere with you!" Cody said standing. "We drove all the way here and now you think that you're going to get away just like that? I don't think so. I'm taking you in and putting you away for a long time."

"Cody." Nina said calmly. "I think we can trust him. I mean that monster that attacked us was pretty strange. I've never seen that kind of plane or car in my life."

"Ok fine I'll play along. I'm not going to be shipped off the space camp or anything."

Clineaus laughed. "I'm not going to ship you off to space camp or anything. Now everyone hang on to me!"
Everyone grabbed a piece of Clineaus and held on for dear life. Clineaus touched a button on his watch and tele-ported them into the unknown......