by Tim LaHaye
“Of course.”
Levi took out a pen and a piece of paper.
“What are the numbers?”
“M72F355.”
“Michael, we need to get outside where I can make a phone call. If this is Talon’s work, we need to move fast before he has a chance to get away.”
FIFTY-EIGHT
GIDEON LOCKED the doors of both cars and left them at the site of the two rock walls. He thought it might be best to walk the quarter of a mile to the olive orchard where he saw the seven workers get out of their cars and disappear into the trees.
As he approached the three parked cars, he became a little apprehensive. Something wasn’t right. He couldn’t see anyone in the orchard nor could he hear any sounds.
Strange. Where did they go?
He looked into the windows of the cars and did not see anything unusual other than the fact that the cars were immaculate.
He moved into the orchard and looked around. All he could see were rows of olive trees and a large formation of rocks. He was about to return to the cars when he thought he heard a sound. He paused and listened. It seemed to be coming from the rocky area.
He unhooked the strap on his shoulder holster and crept toward the rocks. As he approached, a stick suddenly poked its way out from between three of the large rocks in the pile, followed by a man with a mustache. In his left hand, he held a gunnysack with something inside. His right hand was bandaged and held on to a walking stick.
The man with the sack turned and looked into Gideon’s eyes. Gideon had his hand on his gun. He could tell that the man was surprised to see him standing there. He noticed the man glance at Gideon’s hand on the gun. His look of surprise changed to a smile.
“Hello, there,” said the man. “How are you today?”
Gideon was still uncertain about the other man. “What are you doing in the rocks? And where are the other men?”
The man with the walking stick and gunnysack smiled again.
“We’re exploring. We found an entrance into a chamber in the ground. It must have been hidden in the rocks for many years. The other men are inside. Come and see what we found.”
Cautiously Gideon climbed onto the rocky area and over the three large rocks. In the center he could see that a stone had been removed, revealing a three-foot by three-foot hole in the ground. It looked like there was some kind of stairway that disappeared into the earth.
“Let me show you what we found inside,” said the friendly man with the mustache.
He carefully set the gunnysack down and exposed a beautiful golden jar.
The sun reflected off it and made Gideon squint his eyes.
“Is that real gold?” asked Gideon as he knelt down to examine it.
“It sure is.”
The next thing Gideon felt was a sharp pain on the back of his head. The blow from the six-foot walking stick sent him forward, knocking over the jar and smashing his forehead into a rock. Although he was dazed and in pain, he instinctively reached for his gun. As he did, he felt an excruciating pain in his right hand as the man with the mustache swung the walking stick a second time, breaking three of his fingers.
Gideon knew he was in deep trouble. He tried to roll out of the way of the third blow but he wasn’t fast enough. The stick came down, breaking his left collarbone. He let out a yell of pain. Then a strange thing happened. The man with the stick backed away and calmly rewrapped the Golden Jar. This allowed Gideon time to struggle to his feet. He was wincing in pain from all of his wounds.
The man put down the gunnysack and approached. He looked at Gideon and smiled again.
“This unfortunately has not been a good day for you. However, it has been a wonderful day for me.”
With those words, he then drove the end of the walking stick into Gideon’s throat, crushing his larynx. Gideon collapsed to the rocks, gasping for breath.
Murphy and Levi continued to follow the passageway, not knowing where it would lead. They began moving uphill at about a 30-degree grade. As they rounded a curve in the passageway they saw light up ahead. Soon they came to the base of a three-foot-wide stairway with about fifteen steps that led to the surface.
“Be careful, Levi. No telling what we will encounter up there.”
They turned off their flashlights and climbed the stairs. Levi had his gun drawn and ready.
The bright light of the sun made them both squint as they came out of a hole in the middle of three large boulders.
Levi slowly looked over the large rocks.
“Oy gevalt!”
“What?”
“It’s Gideon!”
They both scrambled to Gideon’s side, looking for signs of life. Tears welled up in Levi’s eyes as he looked at the beaten and lifeless body. He could tell that Gideon must have endured tremendous pain before he died. Levi suddenly realized that he would have to tell Gideon’s wife and two children that he would not be coming home.
Levi swore loudly. “I’m going to kill that man!” he growled.
Murphy placed a comforting hand on Levi’s back. They both ran the quarter of a mile back to their car.
“He’s got a head start on us,” said Murphy.
“I’ll call in about Gideon and also try to get some information about the license number of the car in the picture. Michael, you drive. We will go back to Ashdod and then to Tel Aviv. My guess is that he will try to get out of the country as fast as he can.”
Levi’s phone began ringing about fifteen miles south of Tel Aviv. He talked for about five minutes.
“Our intelligence agency says the car was a rental. It was checked out at the Tel Aviv airport and was returned about twenty minutes ago. Step on the gas, Michael. He’s probably still there. When we arrive, I’ll have some copies made of the picture with the seven men. We’ll have the airport police help us to try and find out which airline he may be flying out on.”
“This time Talon is the one being pursued. I hope he experiences the same fear the fox feels when the dogs are on his tail. I would love to make him suffer in pain the way he makes others suffer. He’s long overdue.”
FIFTY-NINE
THE HEAD OF AIRPORT SECURITY, Ezra Talmi, was standing on the sidewalk outside the passenger loading area when Levi and Murphy drove up. He had six large Israeli airport policemen with him. They were all heavily armed.
He shook hands with Levi and they spoke in Hebrew for a moment. Levi then introduced Talmi to Murphy.
“It’s nice to meet you, Dr. Murphy. I wish it were under better circumstances. Please leave the keys in the car. We will have someone from the rental agency come and pick it up. Grab your luggage and come inside. Levi, I understand that you have a picture. We’ll get copies made and distribute them to all of the security personnel.”
Murphy appreciated his straightforward, businesslike manner. It was good to see someone who clearly had leadership skills and understood the importance of timing. It wasn’t long before the pictures were passed out to all the security checkpoints. All security personnel were put on a modified alert.
Talmi spoke to Levi and Murphy.
“We have a lounge you may sit in while our people go through the airport. They are very thorough.”
“We appreciate everything you’re doing, Mr. Talmi,” Murphy responded. “But if you don’t mind, I would like to walk around and do a little looking myself.”
“As you wish. Just be careful. I don’t think the person you are looking for will be armed. We have sniffer dogs moving through the terminal and our security checkpoints are very sensitive to anything that might be a weapon. If you do spot him, just contact any of our security personnel and they will respond instantly. Levi and I have a few items to discuss. By the way, let me give you a security pass. It will allow you to move about with a little more freedom.”
“Thank you. I’ll check in with you every twenty minutes.”
Murphy began to wander through the crowds. The airport was packed with travelers. That made things
a bit tougher. He meandered into the restrooms, looked into all of the restaurants, and walked through the shops. It was like looking for a human needle in a haystack of thousands of faces.
You’re supposed to arrive at the airport at least two hours before international flights. He had about an hour head start on us. He’s got to be here somewhere. Where would he be flying to?
Talon was also on the alert. He knew that Israel had very tight security All bags would be hand-checked at some point. That’s why he dropped the Golden Jar and Aaron’s Rod off at a safe house that the Seven owned. The person who managed the house would ship the items by special private jet to a location in Istanbul. They would arrive a day after he did.
As a precaution he used his platinum travel card and went into the executive lounge. He slipped into one of the shower stalls and quickly colored his hair and eyebrows. He also shaved off his mustache. He then pulled out his Swiss passport that had a picture of a clean-faced blond traveler named Emile Cornelle. He looked at himself in the mirror. The loss of the mustache and the switch to blond eyebrows and blond hair made a dramatic change in his appearance. He also changed into a blue pin-striped suit and took off the bandage on his right hand.
The skin on the tip of his stub of a damaged finger was bright red. He knew that he had a slight infection. He took out a skin-colored bandage and wrapped his finger. It was almost unnoticeable at first glance. The finger was still sore and he was still angry with Wallach for smashing it with a baseball bat. It was comforting to know that the brat had gotten what he had coming to him.
He then sat down and began to read through an Israeli newspaper. He would remain in the executive lounge until just before the flight. He was almost home free.
He was turning a page of the newspaper when he spotted Murphy at the welcome counter talking to the woman in charge. Talon could see him pointing to some card that he was wearing around his neck. The woman nodded and Murphy entered the lounge and started looking around.
He’s better than I thought.
Talon lifted the paper a little to help cover the lower portion of his face. He pretended to read although his eyes never left Murphy. As Murphy drew closer he lifted the paper.
Murphy saw the man in the blue pin-striped suit but didn’t pay any attention to him. He had never seen Talon in a suit before and he knew Talon had dark hair and a dark mustache.
Talon watched as Murphy made his way through the lounge. He disappeared into the restroom area and emerged a few moments later. He thanked the woman at the welcome counter and then left.
When Murphy rejoined Levi and Talmi they had nothing to report. Neither did he.
“What if he put on a disguise?” suggested Talmi.
“It’s a possibility,” said Levi. “But he wouldn’t have a great deal of time to put on makeup and a false beard or anything too elaborate.”
“What if he just cut off his mustache or made minor changes?” Talmi suggested.
“That would make more sense,” responded Murphy.
“Let me have our artist draw in several different disguises. It may help us to find him.”
An hour later Talmi presented a number of different drawings.
“What do you think?”
Murphy looked at all the pictures. One of them had a picture drawn in with blond hair and a blond mustache. Something about that picture caught his attention. He studied it for a moment and then placed his finger over the mustache.
“Wait a minute! I may have seen someone that looks like him in one of the executive lounges.”
“Which one?” asked Talmi.
“The one on the second floor. I believe it was British Airways.”
They all jumped up and ran up the stairs to the second floor, followed by four armed security guards. The woman at the welcome counter was surprised when everyone burst into the lounge and began searching. There were only seven people in the lounge. Three women, one child, and three overweight businessmen.
Murphy spoke to the woman at the counter.
“There were about twenty people in here about an hour ago. Do you have any idea which flights they might be on?”
She looked at a sheet of paper on her desk.
“We had three British Airways flights leave within the last hour. One went to Brussels. One went to London. And one went to Istanbul.”
“That’s it!” said Murphy with excitement.
“What are you talking about, Michael?” asked Levi.
“Remember in the Temple of Dagon. The one priest that was still alive tried to write something in the dust. He only got out two letters … TU. I’ll bet he was trying to write out TURKEY. Talon is on his way to Turkey.”
“Why would he go to Turkey? What’s so special about Istanbul?”
“Levi, he has Aaron’s Rod and the Golden Jar of Manna. He also has all three sections of the Bronze Serpent of Moses. I think he may be going after the backpack!”
“What are you talking about, Michael? What backpack?”
“Do you remember when I went on the expedition to look for Noah’s Ark?”
“Of course.”
“Well, we did find the ark. But we also found some other items in an old box on the ark. We found a sword and a dagger that Dr. Wendell Reinhold from MIT said were made out of tungsten steel. Somehow Noah had access to a smelting process that could melt steel at extremely high temperatures and produce metal of the highest tensile strength.”
“Where would Noah get that type of technology?”
“According to the writings of Josephus … Jewish history suggests that Noah’s wife’s name was Naamah. She was the sister of Tubal-Cam, who is considered the father of metallurgy. We also discovered a number of other items. There was a curious bronze machine that had dials, pointers, interlocking gears, and wheels. We think it was a precision instrument that charted the positions of the stars and planets.”
Murphy continued, speaking rapidly. “There were also weights and measures. And some colored crystals that were hot to touch. But, maybe most importantly, there were bronze plates that may prove to be one of the most important discoveries ever made.”
Levi and Talmi were trying to follow Murphy’s excitement and story about the ark.
“Dr. Reinhold believed that the bronze plates contained the secret of the Philosopher’s Stone. The ability to change base metals into precious metals.”
“You mean like changing lead into gold?” asked Levi.
“Yes. But even more important, the ability to change base metals into platinum.”
“Why platinum?” asked Talmi.
“For the production of hydrogen fuel cells. As water passes through a thin layer of platinum it separates the protons from the electrons. This releases energy whereby we can take ordinary water and make it a clean-burning fuel that is a renewable resource. It would do away with the need for gasoline or any fossil fuels. This is already being done by a number of companies. The only problem is that platinum is very costly and very rare. If platinum could be created out of base metals … whoever had control of this process would have control of the fuel supply for the entire world. Now I understand why the Seven would want this. It’s worth a bundle.”
“But what’s that got to do with a backpack?” asked Levi.
“The three bronze plates with the formula for the Philosopher’s Stone are in the backpack. The backpack went overboard with Talon as we were traveling on a ship from Istanbul to Romania. It is somewhere in the Black Sea. I think that Talon is going to try and retrieve the backpack.”
“How could he ever find it?” asked Talmi.
“I think it would be possible. The ship travels the same route every week and most likely it travels at roughly the same speed. All we need to do is look at the ship’s log. I know the time Talon went overboard. We only need to follow the same route for the same amount of time and we should be very close to the location.”
“But, Michael,” replied Levi, “it’s still a large area. How could you ev
er find it?”
“With a mini-submarine used for salvage work. They’re designed with very sophisticated metal-detection devices.”
“It’s still a long shot.”
“I know it is, Levi. But considering the possibility of the Philosopher’s Stone falling into the wrong hands … it’s worth a try, isn’t it?”
“Yes, you’re right. It’s worth a try.”
“We’re going to need the right hardware. Do you have any contacts, someone who could get us a mini-submarine?”
“I’m sure we do. I’ll have to check with our intelligence people. I’ll also alert our people in Istanbul to stake out the arrival gate and try to nab Talon before he can slip away again. In the meantime, Ezra, can you set Dr. Murphy up on the next flight to Istanbul?”
“Of course. I’ll find out when the next flight is to leave. I think it’s not for another five hours. The man you are pursuing will have at least an eight-hour head start. I wish you luck.”
SIXTY
AS MURPHY DISEMBARKED the British Airways flight to Istanbul he looked over the crowd. Levi told him that one of the Mossad operatives would meet him at the airport. He noticed a dark-haired man of medium build eyeing him intently. The man then held up a sign that read, DR. MICHAEL MURPHY.
“Dr. Murphy, my name is Yosef Rozen. Welcome to Istanbul.”
Murphy shook hands with the man. As they walked toward a waiting car, one thought was foremost in Murphy’s mind.
“Did you get him?”
Rozen shook his head. “We discovered that there were five people who left Tel Aviv for Istanbul. But only one met your description. He has a Swiss passport and his name is Emile Cornelle. Unfortunately, he had already arrived before we got all the details together.”
Murphy was disappointed, but far from surprised. Talon was a slippery one. “Istanbul is a very large and complex city Do you think there’s any hope of finding him?”
