“Steve, can you look up Nergal?” I said trying the radio with still no answer.
“Just use your phone.” Pat said.
“I can’t. My battery is dead.” I replied.
“Here, I just got my phone off the charger an hour ago.” Pat said handing me his phone.
I tried the power button with no success. “Your phone is dead as well.” I said almost numb. Wait! I know how to get ahold of Steve but how will he communicate with us. “Pat, we could try the cameras. If we go to the camera we can talk to Steve. They are hardwired to the RV.”
“Yeah and he could Mores code us back on the door.” Pat responded.
“You are a fucking genius. Finally communication with our team.” I said excited. When all else fails then low tech is the answer. I run over to the closest camera. “Steve look up Nergal and Mores anything you find out.” Meet us at the door and Mores our captains last name so we know it’s you in five minutes if you have a good copy.” The floor began to rumble. ‘Not now’ I thought. “Take cover Pat. I will check on the door.” I ran towards the door and Pat ran for a corner of the room. I accidentally knocked over the camera on my way to the door. I considered setting the camera back up right but decided to wait until I got back. I got to the front door and hunkered in. The rumbling got more intense as I curled up next to the door jam. I heard a few knocks on the front door so I knocked three times with one hand waited a second and knocked with two hands waited a second knocked with one hand waited then three times with one hand waited and finally once with one hand. If I remember correctly that should be ‘Steve’ in mores code. The knock came again two small a large a small then a short pause two small a large then a short pause large small large small and a final pause with a large a small and a large. Yup, that was Steve. I saw a piece of paper slide through the door. I opened it to see a handwritten portion and a printed portion. The handwritten portion said:
fuck you! I’m not moresing this entire fucking thing. Read what you need from
this printed section. Also the figures are mostly clear now. The nuns are in front
of the camera. I don’t know how or why but they are there.
I skimmed through the printed portion until I got to a city name I recognized. Kutha, that was where the ruins were when we were in Iraq. It has to be just a ridiculous coincidence. Steve also included a print out with a knife like the one that we had. It was listed for sale for 1.25 million dollars. How the fuck did a priest get ahold of a million dollar knife? I start to think about Aurora and the kids. She would be pissed if she knew all of what was happening. The rumbling stopped. I got up and headed back to the nave. The documents in my hands.
“Pat, Steve found some amazing stuff on the…” I stopped talking mid sentence. I didn’t see Pat anywhere. I used my flashlight to search the room. Aurora didn’t like horror movies so I only watched them by myself in the theaters. It was rare that I could sneak away for a few hours. But this is the part of the horror movie where people would scream at the screen about how we shouldn’t have split the group up. But this wasn’t a horror movie. This was reality and Pat was missing. The worry began to mount and I began to prepare myself to fight. My body started to shake. We have been here before. The feeling of adrenaline flowing throughout my body. I started down the stairs with my flashlight blazing a red path before me swinging the light periodically behind me. I didn’t want anything sneaking up behind me. I got to the base of the stairs where I assumed Pat threw the knife. It wasn’t there. I would have to keep alert to find that knife. Hopefully I would find the knife before the cult would. I got to the priests office and I peaked inside to ensure there wasn’t anything in that room. The room seemed quiet but gave off a feeling of dread inside. I walked in and went to the cassock closet. I ran my light down the stairs. They were just as they had appeared before. I went down the stairs and slowly opened the door. .
Now there was a corpse and the man in the chair. I pulled the sheet off of the man and I pulled out my pocket knife cutting the ropes that bound him. I saw him frantically go for his gag. I put my finger to my lips. Now was not the time to make noise. I went to the corpse. It was Tom. I would know that bastard anywhere. He had cuts on his face much like the ritual cuts on the man. His eyes were open and his dog tags dangled on the table that he was careless placed upon. “I hope your fat ass gave them difficulty bud.” I whispered. “I will avenge you before anyone else gets hurt.” I pulled out my gun but I felt a strong tug. It was the man.
“Not yet.” The man whispered. “There is more going on here then mere bullets can stop. Come with me. I know a place that I can explain everything.” The man headed towards the stairs.
“Fuck. This better be worth it.” I whispered and headed towards the stairs. As we were headed through the cassock closet the man grabbed a few articles of clothing and a few cassocks.
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