here?”
“Yeah, somebody has to move the suspicious vehicle, right? Besides, I already know what’s going on.”
Auron waves and beckons for me as the stand across the street by the fence. I run across the street as Bazz pulls off into the night. “Clip here,” Auron tells me.
I clip from the height of my head straight down. Shane bends the fence and lets Auron and me in first then, he followed. We walked up and sown a few hills for a quarter mile covered in the stealth of the night. “Right over this hill,” Auron says, pointing to this high and broad almost mountain-like hill.
“I know that hill, isn’t that the one mechanized infantry uses for target practice in tanks?” I asked Shane.
“Maybe so?” he answered half fatigued.
I smirked at him being almost out of breath, but it quickly went away after I had realized I was just as tired. Auron, on the other hand, looked focused. I mean, yeah, he had a little sweat on his cheeks, but he pushed on relentlessly. I stopped to look back at Shane who was pulling up the rear and whispered, “Are we just going to sit here and let this old guy kick our butts, or what?”
“I heard that,” Auron said, pushing his way past dirt and weeds up the hill. I look at Shane again and shrug, then forced our bodies up the incredibly steep hill. We all finally made it to the top and Auron pulls this string from around his neck. I didn’t notice it before but there’s a bulge in his shirt.
He continues to pull the string and the bulge moves closer to the top of his shirt. “Binoculars,” he says, dawning a pair of large old school military issued bino’s from under his shirt. He lays down and puts the bino’s up to his eyes and peers down over the side of the hill. He slowly hands them to me and says, “Here, you have a look.” Auron looked me in my eyes making me almost reluctant to take the bino’s from his extended hand.
I put them up to my eyes and was stunned to see what took place on the downside of the hill. There was this large crater like area obviously the after effect from artillery rounds from M-1 Abram tanks blasting this entire area maybe. But there are herds of people in robes standing in the parameters of four well-lit torches. In front of them stands a man on a podium.
“What the…!! There must be at least two hundred people down there,” I say to the others.
“Let me see,” Shane says to me.
I hand the bino’s to Shane.
“Three hundred seems more like it,” Auron says to me. “Keep looking, you might see something that really catches your attention.”
“God!” Shane says in a quiet yell.
“Shane, what’s happening?” I ask.
“The torches…It looks like they changed colors…they’re blue now.”
“Shane, let me see.” I tell him.
“Hold on! Oh my God,” Shane says with a dropped jaw.
“What?” I ask him.
“He’s naked!” Shane says.
“Naked?” I ask.
“Yeah,” Shane answered. Thinking about what Shane just said, I reconsidered wanting the bino’s knowing now there’s a naked man down range.
“Never mind, you keep’em,”I told Shane. “No, it’s Sergeant Pummel,” he says handing me the bino’s.
I look through the bino’s and focus on the upper portion of Sergeant Pummel’s naked body. He was the one I saw in the robe earlier standing in front of the multitude of others. I see his lips move as he recites something, but from trying to make it out, it doesn’t seem like English.
“What is all this?” I asked Auron.
“Initiare’,” Auron says. “It’s Latin for initiation into illuminati ranks. Isn’t he a part of your unit?”
“Yeah,” Shane answered as I watched Sergeant Pummel take a dagger and cut into the palm of his hand. “He was now chosen to be a part of the problem of the world. They invoke devil magic and political influence in all powerful leading areas of this world just to tear it down. Afterwards, Sergeant Pummel kneels down.” The seemingly knowledgeable priest
“Yeah, somebody has to move the suspicious vehicle, right? Besides, I already know what’s going on.”
Auron waves and beckons for me as the stand across the street by the fence. I run across the street as Bazz pulls off into the night. “Clip here,” Auron tells me.
I clip from the height of my head straight down. Shane bends the fence and lets Auron and me in first then, he followed. We walked up and sown a few hills for a quarter mile covered in the stealth of the night. “Right over this hill,” Auron says, pointing to this high and broad almost mountain-like hill.
“I know that hill, isn’t that the one mechanized infantry uses for target practice in tanks?” I asked Shane.
“Maybe so?” he answered half fatigued.
I smirked at him being almost out of breath, but it quickly went away after I had realized I was just as tired. Auron, on the other hand, looked focused. I mean, yeah, he had a little sweat on his cheeks, but he pushed on relentlessly. I stopped to look back at Shane who was pulling up the rear and whispered, “Are we just going to sit here and let this old guy kick our butts, or what?”
“I heard that,” Auron said, pushing his way past dirt and weeds up the hill. I look at Shane again and shrug, then forced our bodies up the incredibly steep hill. We all finally made it to the top and Auron pulls this string from around his neck. I didn’t notice it before but there’s a bulge in his shirt.
He continues to pull the string and the bulge moves closer to the top of his shirt. “Binoculars,” he says, dawning a pair of large old school military issued bino’s from under his shirt. He lays down and puts the bino’s up to his eyes and peers down over the side of the hill. He slowly hands them to me and says, “Here, you have a look.” Auron looked me in my eyes making me almost reluctant to take the bino’s from his extended hand.
I put them up to my eyes and was stunned to see what took place on the downside of the hill. There was this large crater like area obviously the after effect from artillery rounds from M-1 Abram tanks blasting this entire area maybe. But there are herds of people in robes standing in the parameters of four well-lit torches. In front of them stands a man on a podium.
“What the…!! There must be at least two hundred people down there,” I say to the others.
“Let me see,” Shane says to me.
I hand the bino’s to Shane.
“Three hundred seems more like it,” Auron says to me. “Keep looking, you might see something that really catches your attention.”
“God!” Shane says in a quiet yell.
“Shane, what’s happening?” I ask.
“The torches…It looks like they changed colors…they’re blue now.”
“Shane, let me see.” I tell him.
“Hold on! Oh my God,” Shane says with a dropped jaw.
“What?” I ask him.
“He’s naked!” Shane says.
“Naked?” I ask.
“Yeah,” Shane answered. Thinking about what Shane just said, I reconsidered wanting the bino’s knowing now there’s a naked man down range.
“Never mind, you keep’em,”I told Shane. “No, it’s Sergeant Pummel,” he says handing me the bino’s.
I look through the bino’s and focus on the upper portion of Sergeant Pummel’s naked body. He was the one I saw in the robe earlier standing in front of the multitude of others. I see his lips move as he recites something, but from trying to make it out, it doesn’t seem like English.
“What is all this?” I asked Auron.
“Initiare’,” Auron says. “It’s Latin for initiation into illuminati ranks. Isn’t he a part of your unit?”
“Yeah,” Shane answered as I watched Sergeant Pummel take a dagger and cut into the palm of his hand. “He was now chosen to be a part of the problem of the world. They invoke devil magic and political influence in all powerful leading areas of this world just to tear it down. Afterwards, Sergeant Pummel kneels down.” The seemingly knowledgeable priest
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