John Lyman - The Secret Chapel

Leo kept his back to them and waited. The steady rise in animated chatter over the roar of the surf, punctuated by the occasional laugh, was evidence to the priest that the tension was beginning to drift away, like the sea foam that blew from the rippling edge of the encroaching tide.

Like most solitary people who sought natural settings to think, Leo knew that environments like waterfalls and beaches produced tens of thousands of negative ions in the air. These invisible molecules were believed to produce biochemical reactions in the blood that increased the levels of the mood chemical serotonin, helping to alleviate depression and relieve stress. Some said it was the action of the pounding surf that produced the euphoria, while others said it was simply the relaxing atmosphere of the beach itself. Whatever the reason, Leo knew the environment was a perfect setting for the group to decompress together for awhile.

Inhaling some deep breaths, Leo turned to his curious audience. “Before I begin, I want you all to know that you’re a very special group of people. It has truly been a blessing to get to know each and every one of you, and to be a part of your extended family.”

Ariella smiled at the others. “Oh boy, we must really be in trouble.”

A few nervous laughs erupted from the group, but they kept their eyes focused on Leo.

“A short time ago, Daniel discovered some new information in the code. This new information is suggestive of the fact that we might have interfered with Satan’s plan for the world by taking his Bible. Also … and the reason isn’t quite clear yet … God’s chosen ones have been given the task of taking the book to the ancient chapel we discovered under the Vatican. With that being said, we can be sure that Satan will now come at us with everything he has.”

Everyone let out a gasp.

“Satan is very angry now, and it’s conceivable his influence was behind the attack on Houston. His increasing influence on mankind could be the driving force behind God sending us out into the desert to retrieve the book. As impossible as it may sound, I think we may be witnessing the beginnings of a second war between heaven and hell, and God is calling his chosen together as soldiers. A growing number of people have fallen away from God’s teachings over the past few years, and because of it, the world is now standing at the edge of a precipice.”

The group sat blinking at Leo, not really knowing what to expect next. Lev pulled a cigar from his shirt pocket and put the unlit stogie in his mouth. “I don’t think I want to see another Sodom and Gomorrah. Why don’t we get you and John back to Rome with that book today?”

John raised his hand. “Won’t that be a little difficult, since all commercial flights have just been canceled in response to the attack on Houston?”

Lev gave him a wink. “We’ll figure something out.”

The spotless Gulfstream jet sat baking in the sun on the tarmac at Ben Gurion Airport. Anyone in the aviation community knew that this aeronautical work of art was one of the finest private jets on the market and came with the added benefit of transatlantic capability.

The plane was being fueled as Nava guided the big Blackhawk helicopter in for a landing in front of the hanger. Camp barked as he stuck his head into the slipstream, becoming the envy of every dog who had ever stuck his head from the window of a moving vehicle. He was reveling in the ultimate dog game of feeling the wind in his face and flying across the land faster than any dog on earth. Sitting beside him in the back of the helicopter was Ariella, accompanied by John, Leo, Lev, and Alon.

The chopper hovered briefly before finally touching down on the hot cement. As the rotor blades revolved to a stop overhead, Leo looked out at the sleek outline of the gleaming white jet and noticed the blue logo of the Carlton Oil Company painted on the fuselage. “That jet doesn’t happen to belong to the same oil man you bought the mobile kitchen from, does it, Lev?”

“Yup. It belongs to Jeb Carlton. He loaned it to us with no questions asked after I called him this morning and hinted that we were partially responsible for finding the oil in the desert.”

“What’s it doing in Israel? Is he here now?”

“No. He has several aircraft based around the world. His home office is on a ranch outside Midland, Texas. We’ve been friends for years. I spent some time on his ranch once … almost got bitten by a rattlesnake. That part of Texas is almost as barren as the Negev Desert.”

“When do we leave?” John asked.

“As soon as that fuel truck moves away.” Lev watched the driver unhook the fuel nozzle from the wing.

Leo and Alon jumped from the chopper, followed by John and Ariella. These four would be flying to Rome, while Lev remained behind at the villa.

“Are you sure you can’t come with us, Lev?”

“I’d love to, Leo, but someone has to stay here and coordinate things. Besides, we’re on high alert here in Israel, and I need to be close-by in case anything else happens.”

Ariella stood on tiptoes and kissed her father goodbye through the door of the helicopter. She reached down and gave Camp a kiss on the nose while her father held him tightly on a leash to keep him from jumping out and following behind. “Goodbye, Father. I’ll call you as soon as we get to Rome.”

“I put the satellite phone in your bag. You can call me from wherever you are. I’ll see you soon. Take care of yourself, little one. I love you.”

Nava gave Ariella a thumbs-up and waved to Alon while the engines of the Blackhawk came to life and the aircraft rose slowly into the clear blue sky. Lev continued waving to Ariella as she grew smaller below, while Camp whimpered and squirmed in the seat beside him.

The four turned from watching the helicopter depart and climbed a short set of stairs into the plush cabin of the jet. A female flight attendant pulled the door shut behind them and shoved a red lever down, sealing the cabin in preparation for flight, while up front in the cockpit, the two pilots adjusted their seats and began going through the mandatory preflight checklist.

Outside, near the tail of the aircraft, one of the Rolls-Royce engines started with a strong thump, followed by the run-up of the second engine on the opposite side. Puffs of gray smoke shot from the rear of both engines as the cabin vibrated with the steady hum of power.

After receiving clearance to taxi from the tower, the captain released the brakes and the thirty-million-dollar executive jet began to roll away from the hanger toward the runway.

John removed his backpack and set it on the floor next to his seat before stretching out next to Ariella on a beige leather sofa that lined one side of the cabin. Across the aisle, Leo and Alon faced each other in oversized leather seats separated by a polished walnut table. Alon shoved a vase of fresh flowers aside and placed a pack of cards in front of Leo and winked. “Do you play cards, Father?” Leo smiled back as he gathered up the cards and began to shuffle the deck.

A flat screen TV in the front of the cabin was showing nonstop pictures from Houston on the Fox network. It was a vision like nothing any of them had ever seen before, and anyone with an opinion agreed that the vicious 9/11 attack on New York paled in comparison. Reporters in the field were telling shocked viewers that at least one hundred thousand people were dead and thousands more were overwhelming emergency rooms in the parts of the city that had not been touched by the initial blast or ball of fire that spread across the landscape.

Portable military hospitals had been rushed to the area, and the countryside outside the city resembled one enormous M*A*S*H triage area. Things were so bad that patients were actually laid out in the open across the lawns of local hospitals. It was like the famous scene from the movie, Gone with the Wind , when rows of Civil War wounded filled the streets of Atlanta. Radioactivity readings were through the roof, and many secondary casualties would soon fall victim to the invisible poison that drifted through the air.