VIKON IAMO - CONCEALED

VIKON IAMO

CONCEALED

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'You need to find a secret place. A flat very few people know about,' Peter King emphasised on his deathbed in a London hospital. Disoriented, his son Jason and wife Kate sat right next to him. 'You must find it. You understand,' Peter continued to admonish them. Jason and Kate dismally nodded, though they didn't understand the urgency of the situation Peter was trying to convey.

Dad, what is it about this flat? You never talked about it, and nobody else ever mentioned it.'

His father started panting for air, rallied his strength, and explained, 'As a matter of fact, I don't have the faintest idea about the flat itself. I've been told it exists and there is a key that was handed down to me by my father. And I wasn't allowed to talk about this until my very last moments in life, to keep the secret as safe as possible. Your grandfather has ordered matters to be this way. They say there are ancient artefacts and a scroll of immense importance hidden in that flat.'

Jason asked, 'Immense importance. What do you mean, you were not allowed to mention it? That sounds like somebody threatened you.'

'Please understand, very powerful, dangerous and largely invisible people are after the artefacts and the scroll, which is said to be the actual bible script. They call themselves The Order Of 33 Stages , a kind of brotherhood,' Peter whispered at the end of his tether.

'Dad, what is it about this brotherhood? Did mum know about it?' Jason asked, vigorously.

'No boy, she didn't know anything about it. The administrator will further advise you. He is going to provide you with documents and the key at the instance of the will reading. You must succeed. My time is up. Unfortunately, there is nothing I can do for you,' Peter said despondently, and with a profound sigh went extinct, sharing no further detail with those present.

Silence filled the room. Jason and Kate were lamentable and bewildered by Peter's deathbed. Time stood still and the entire world stopped turning. After a while, they called the hospital staff to care for Peter's body. Two nurses came in and covered him in a sheet. Jason placed his hand on the head of his father for a few irreplaceable seconds before the nurses moved the body out of the room.

Glorious sunbeams pierced through the white transparent curtains. They fabricated a warm yet sad ambience, while Jason and Kate remained at the spot where Peter had spent his last moments.

He spent his life as a banker in the London banking district. He was a recognised expert in handling large cash transactions on international levels. Therefore, he and his wife grew rich and led a very decent life. However, Peter’s wife died unexpectedly due to sudden heart failure, leaving him to raise their young son Jason alone. In later life Jason followed his father’s footsteps and became a banker, where he would meet his wife Kate.

'I can't believe dad is gone, dished out a secret flat with ancient artefacts, a bible scroll, an invisible brotherhood and simply closed his eyes forever. I don't even know if there is an administrator. Unbelievable! I don't know what I'm supposed to think about this,' Jason beseeched forlornly as Kate held his hand.

A few days later a note came from the administrator. It proposed a meeting at his London office to discuss Jason’s father, Peter King. No details were provided about the administrator, not his name or address. However, the note mentioned that the administrator’s company driver would pick them up at two o’clock tomorrow afternoon.'

Kate was frightened by this anonymous invitation. 'Jason, what is all this? Your dad had severely limited knowledge about the flat, its contents, and this brotherhood, The Order Of 33 Stages . However, he was so anxious about all this. And I am too, honestly. I'm not sure if I can handle this. Anyway, I'm a part of this already, whether I like it or not. The administrator knows who we are, and we don't even know his name.'

Jason sighed and responded, 'I understand, but I know no more than you do. Nobody in the family has ever spoken about this. Hopefully, we'll learn about it tomorrow. There is nothing we can do for now.'

The next day, they hurried anxiously to the entrance of their flat, five minutes before the suggested time. The administrator's driver arrived on time and introduced himself as John. He was casually dressed in neat black shirt and black trousers. At glance his way of dressing would make people assume he was a fashionable and sporty guy with an obsession for wickedly expensive clothing.

They were having second thoughts about getting into the car. The driver still wouldn’t disclose the administrator’s identity or their destination. After some hesitation he convinced them that it was absolutely necessary and so they got in. They drove off, and only a few minutes later, John slowed down nearby an inconspicuous side road. Despite having passed through this area many times, they had never noticed it. Suddenly, the garage door of the house on the corner opened and John drove into that garage. It turned out to be a passage leading to a kind of inner courtyard area.

'Here we are,' John reported and stepped out of the car. Before Jason and Kate could make sense of the short drive, John opened the rear doors for them and they found themselves in a beautiful little square. It was like a carefully maintained little city park, surrounded by brick houses. A small green haven right in the heart of London.

'This way, please,' John said, pointing at a splendid wooden door. He opened it, stepped aside and asked them to proceed up the staircase to the first floor and down the hallway to the front desk. The tension reached its peak as they walked in. When they had half-cautiously made their way up the staircase, they could hear someone coming their way. As they stepped into the hallway the light instantaneously flickered on, and before them stood an attractive woman in well-tailored business attire.

'I'm Andrea Parker. We do very much appreciate your attendance. This way please. Mr. Parker is about to meet you in a minute.' She ushered them to a waiting area near the front desk. Jason and Kate plopped down on massive leather chairs in the waiting room with baffling discomfort. Andrea walked across the hallway and closed one of the heavy wooden doors behind her, which they could observe from the waiting area. They also noticed the glamorous and swanky interior. The place highly imitates the lawyers and administrator’s chambers. The wood panelling, hardwood floors and Italian leather furniture were more luxurious than they had ever seen.

About five minutes later, they saw the heavy wooden door open. Andrea returned and asked them to follow her. She walked them across the hallway and pointed to the sizeable wooden door she wanted them to walk in. She went ahead and waited by the doorstep for them to enter the office, before closing the door behind them. No windows, no further doors, or any other connection to the outside world were seen in is this office. The glamorous style had been applied to this part of the building as well, but felt suffocating as little light traversing the interior. They paused for a moment to have a look at the bizarre paintings on the wall to their left, as a voice from behind suddenly caught their attention. 'Mr. and Mrs. King. I'm very pleased to welcome you. Have a seat.' The old man at the desk seemed to appear out of nowhere and they didn't move an inch.