Robert Doherty - Project Aura

“Not exactly. That’s where the Priory came from. And this enemy.”

“And Gypsies-the Roma?” Dalton added.

“Yes.”

“Who is the enemy?”

“Because we’ve never met one, or even talked to anyone who has met one of this group, we had to take the Priory’s name for their enemy. Mithrans.”

“Mithrans,” Dalton repeated.

“Most people associate the name Mithras with the pagan Roman sun god, but it actually predates Rome. The Romans picked up Mithraism in the second century A.D. via their army’s conquests of areas where it still thrived. Mithras was originally an Indo-European god way back around the fifteenth century B.C. And we’ve learned that Mithra actually even goes back before then. Have you ever heard of Kali?”

The words stirred some vague memories in Dalton. “A statue with a lot of arms? India?”

“Kali is most commonly known as the primordial Mother Goddess of Hinduism. But the same name, or derivation of it, goes far beyond India. In prehistoric Ireland, people worshipped a goddess known as Kelle. Ancient Finland has an all-powerful goddess named Kal-ma. In Greece there was Kalli. In the Sinai there was a goddess named Kalu. I think the similar names in very dissimilar languages makes it more than just a coincidence.”

“So the Priory’s enemy is a goddess?”

“The Mithrans are undoubtedly matriarchal,” Mentor said. “While the Priory is patriarchal.”

“Lieutenant Jackson thinks the Mithrans exist on the virtual plane,” Dalton said. He could see the glow of Colorado Springs behind Cheyenne Mountain, a large dark bulk directly ahead of them. Pikes Peak was off to the left.

“That may well be,” Mentor said. “It would explain why we’ve never met one.”

“Maybe you have met one and you just don’t know it,” Dalton said.

“That is also possible,” he allowed.

“This Ring is just a front for the Mithrans then, correct?”

“Yes. But we don’t think the members of the Ring know that they are being used.”

“How can that be?”

“We don’t even know exactly what a Mithran is,” Mentor said, “so I can’t tell you how they operate. But while the Priory pulls strings through their various agents, I think the Mithrans are less direct in getting others to work for them. I think they subtly affect people’s minds and make their victims think the goals they are after are their own, when in reality, they are the Mithrans’ goals.”

Dalton considered that as they flew over the mountains: two ancient enemies going at each in a very modern way. And he and his people were caught in the middle.

“What is this place?” Dalton asked as the Blackhawk descended down the western side of mountain.

“Remember Eichen told you about what happened to JFK?”

What Dalton remembered was that Eichen had hinted but not explicitly said the Priory was behind the assassination, but he simply nodded.

Mentor continued. “President Johnson, upon being briefed about Nexus and the fate of his predecessor being most likely at the instigation of the Priory, decided he needed a secure location for Nexus to headquarter itself and for him to retreat to if the proverbial manure hit the fan. He had to assume, as our Nexus advisers did, that Blue Mountain in West Virginia, the alternate White House, was compromised by the Priory. There is a Nexus command and control center hidden under the Pentagon, but it was felt that was also probably known to the Priory”- Mentor gave a bitter grimace-“which was borne out not long ago. The only way to insure he had a place not known to the Priory was to build something under the supervision of Nexus.

“He authorized the extra millions to build an adjunct, highly classified, smaller facility next to the NORAD base. It was the logical place for such a facility, as we could easily tap into one of the underground, secure communications tunnels that connected the larger base with the outside world, and thus be able to communicate and be hooked into NORAD.”

The chopper was just about to touch down on the small landing pad. Dalton could see Jackson waiting for them, hand raised to protect her eyes against the blade downwash. She was seated in what appeared to be a golf cart.

“The Ranch, which is what Johnson christened it, is over two miles away from the main NORAD and Space Command complex. Besides communications, we tap into them for power, water, and sewage. There’s enough food stocked in the Ranch to keep a group of a dozen going for a year. It’s been running since NORAD was established, and no one has ever noticed the power or water drain because it’s never changed since the first day NORAD began.”

The wheels touched down.

“Have you told Barnes and Jackson about Nexus yet?” Dalton asked.

“No. They’ve been busy setting up the isolation tubes.”

As Mentor reached for the handle to slide the door open, Dalton halted him. “Are you going to tell them?”

“That’s not my decision.” Mentor opened the door and Dalton and Hammond followed him out. As soon as they were clear, the Blackhawk lifted. Within a minute, silence reigned.

Jackson greeted Dalton with a smile. “Good to see you again.”

Dalton smiled. “I think we’ve broken you for the military.” He took Hammond ’s arm and helped her into the front passenger seat, before hopping in the back with Mentor. Jackson drove them through the tunnel doors, which swung shut behind them. Red lights came on overhead.

“The Ranch is a quarter mile ahead,” Mentor said. “In the old days, that was thought deep enough to survive a direct nuke hit on the mountain. Nowadays, we know precision strategic nuclear weapons could take out Space Command and in the process probably destroy the Ranch also.”

“Do you live here?” Dalton asked as they came to a second set of large steel doors.

“The Ranch was left unoccupied since 1966. It was thought that was the best way to keep it safe.”

“Why open it now?” Dalton asked. “Because we needed to relocate Bright Gate?”

“I was here when you called,” Mentor said. “As soon as I realized we had been compromised in Washington, I moved here and opened the facility up.”

They were in a cavern about two hundred meters in circumference with a ceiling forty feet high. Four steel buildings were directly in front of them. The walls of the cavern were lined with thousands of crates, which Dalton had to assume held supplies.

Mentor pointed at the buildings one by one. “Billets and galley. Communications and science center. President’s quarters, which we’ve stripped out and placed the isolation tubes in. War room with direct links to the operations center in Space Command. Everything they see on their displays we can see in there.”

Dalton helped Hammond out of the cart. “Why were you here when I called?” he asked Mentor.

“Because I’m all that’s left of Nexus in the United States. Everyone else is dead.”

“Who’s doing the killing?” Dalton asked.

“The Priory.”

“What about the Ring?” Dalton asked.

“I’m not sure what they’re up to.”

“How did the Ring destroy the last Psychic Warrior team that went to Colombia?”

“The woman who basically started Bright Gate and HAARP now works for the Ring. They’ve developed a virtual plane projector called Aura. We’re not sure where it’s located.”

“So both sides are working on the same type of weapon?”

“We’re not sure the Mithrans are designing Aura specifically to be a weapon,” Mentor said. “They might be developing it to do the opposite of Bright Gate-if they exist on the virtual plane, they might be developing Aura so that they can come into the real plane. Using it as a weapon is just a by-product.”