The Society of Orion: The Orion Codex
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All the cats outside the shield were suddenly repulsed and went flying in many directions. The two women watched in awe as the area around the shield was cleared in an instant. Even the vegetation was ripped from the ground. The shield now occupied bare ground. There was a five foot swath of empty ground surrounding their sphere.
Loni quickly gave the walk sign to Mandy. The problem was they needed to stand up. She didn’t recall how they had done it on the sand bar. Before she finished her thought, she noticed that they were standing. This thing has some sort of mind reading capabilities, she realized.
Mandy and Loni began to walk towards the bridge to cross the stream. None of the cats followed. It was like the women had become invisible. When they reached the other side, Loni turned the ring and the shield disappeared. The two women stopped hugging each other.
“Where did you guys come from?” Carol yelled out. She was the nearest to the bridge.
“Didn’t you see us just walk over the bridge?” Loni inquired.
“No,” Carol replied. “You just suddenly materialized.”
“The first button made us invisible,” Mandy exclaimed and punched Loni in the arm.
“It would also explain why the animals didn’t follow us across the bridge,” Loni replied.
The rest of the team came running out of the trench and hugged both women. “You guys did a great job,” Steve said with admiration.
As Banyon was hugging his little partner, she said. “Colt, I don’t think the Orion ring is a true artifact. I think it is alien.”
“What?” Banyon uttered.
“In fact, I think several of the Orion weapons are truly alien,” she continued.
Chapter Thirty-Six
It took them two hours to breakdown the camp and load the Hummer. Steve told them the tents were shredded, but he thought they could make one tent out of the pieces. He said it would be a little cramped for sleeping arrangements. That actually made Banyon laugh out loud. He wondered how Loni would react.
None of them felt any regret about the massacre of the white supremacists. The men needed to die. None of the team had any interest in crossing the stream to view the damage. They were all too exhausted and emotionally distraught. They knew they were all responsible for killing the men. It weighed on their minds. Everyone moved in slow motion.
Banyon knew he had to say something. “When they are found,” Banyon noted. “It will look like they were attacked by wild animals. The animals did most of the killing. Now let’s finish cleaning up and get the hell out of here.”
At about noon they finished packing the vehicle. They piled in and started down the route to the Tayos caves. According to the map they were only about a day away.
They camped by another stream when it became too dark to continue. Banyon once again did the cooking while the women foraged for wood and Steve and Kenny set up the camp. The mood was now light and carefree. No one wanted to talk about the massacre of thirty men. Instead, they discussed the caves and what they might find. When it became time for sleep, it was decided that five would use the tent and two would stand watch on three hour shifts. Steve and Maya took the first watch. Banyon was exempted from a watch because there were seven of them. He was the only one who had a full night of sleep.
The next morning Colton Banyon discovered that Mandy was sprawled across his bigger body when he woke up. She had taken Loni’s place when she went on watch. Carol was snuggled against his left side. Maya was half hanging over Steve and pressed against Banyon’s right side.
Banyon yelled out, “Everybody up. Destiny awaits us.”
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Excitement began to build as they neared the cave site. They had been driving for only two hours, but it seemed like a full day. Eventually there was one more ridge to cross. The travelers leaned forward in their seats as they crested the ridge. They all wanted a look at the cave entrance.
“Crap,” Steve suddenly roared.
Right in front of them was a huge dark blue lake. Steve stopped the vehicle and they all piled out and stared at the water in disbelief.
“We don’t have any scuba gear,” Kenny moaned. “The monks didn’t tell us there was water covering the entrance to the cave.”
“We’ll have to come back,” Loni exclaimed.
“I think that was the idea all along,” Banyon uttered. “Father Hector is a devious man.”
End of Book Four
Bonus Reading from my next book
The Society of Orion
Book Four: The Tayos Caves
Chapter One
The large brown Hummer bumped and swayed along the rutted path that passed as a road in the jungles of eastern Ecuador. The travelers had been bouncing along the route for almost an entire day. It was hot, smelly and very humid in the military styled vehicle. Some of the people were getting seasick from the constant jostling.
“Do you think this thing will have any paint left on it when we reach an actual road?” Steve Pellegrino, the driver complained as he scraped by a huge dark green plant. They had been passing through the thick brush for what seemed like an eternity.
“This thing has kept us safe for several days now,” Kenny Cole replied. “Be nice and quit complaining.”
“Well we’ll need to find some gas soon or you’ll be pushing this tank,” Steve replied with irritation in his voice.
“Relax,” Carol Cole, Kenny’s sister and the navigator, said. “We are almost to the highway.”
“Good thing,” Colton Banyon replied. Not because he was worried about the gas situation — he was worried about the level of bickering and general restlessness of the seven occupants of the vehicle. They had left the Salesian mission compound five days ago with great expectations. They had an ancient map and intended to find the Tayos caves and untold riches. Instead, they had been forced to rummage around the jungle, had to defend themselves against thirty armed supremacists, fight off the creatures of Mother Nature, all sleep in one tent and in the end they had found that the cave entrance was underwater. A large lake hid the caves and they had not packed scuba gear. The trip was a complete disaster. No one was satisfied.
“I can’t wait to get my hands on that damn Father Hector,” Steve threatened as he pounded the steering wheel with his fist. “He lied to us. We almost died.”
“Actually, he didn’t lie,” Loni Chen said politely. She was Colton Banyon’s petite Asian companion, partner and lover. “He just omitted the part about the entrance being underwater. I’m sure there was a reason. He is a very devious monk.”
“I just hope he doesn’t have another task for us to perform before he gives us the real truth,” Maya Patel added. She was the only member of the Patel clan on the mission. Her two sisters and Eric were stuck in India and could not make the trip.
“I thought it was fun,” Mandy the seventh member of the Forever Ours team, piped up. “There were some real life experiences.”
“You’re just saying that because you got to sleep on top of Colt when Loni was on guard duty,” Maya said sarcastically. Everyone knew Mandy had more than a crush on the much older Colton Banyon.
“And what should I tell Heather when we get back to the office,” Mandy replied with equal sarcasm. “You were draped all over Steve all night — every night.”
Heather Vance was the last member of the team. She was very good friends with Mandy and was also Steve’s girlfriend. Heather was in Chicago running the law offices that had been recently acquired by Forever Ours, LLC.
“I only put his hands where I wanted them,” Maya responded evasively. She then turned her head towards Mandy and smiled.
“Okay,” Banyon yelled out — “that’s enough squabbling. Let’s try and figure out what we’ll do when we reach the mission. It is only a couple of hours away and I don’t want us to go there acting like a bunch of hotheads.”
Chapter Two
Steve eventually found the highway, but noticed it was void of traffic. Theirs was the only vehicle on the roa
d — in either direction. While he thought it was strange, he didn’t comment to the others. They were busy working on a new plan.
As the Hummer sped down the road, the Forever Ours team spent the next hour and a half discussing what happened in the jungle and what they would do next. The conversation was lively and productive. In the end they developed a new plan. But as they rumbled onto the hard-pack dirt near the Salesian mission in Cuenca, Ecuador, the team became quiet and began to once again stew in their contempt for the diminutive catholic monk, Father Hector.
By the time Steve pulled into the compound, Colton Banyon was not sure if he could control them. The monk had knowingly put their lives in peril. Nobody was willing to forget that fact.
The perceptive Loni was the first to notice that something had changed in the compound. “Stop the car,” she screamed.
Steve immediately slammed on the brakes and the large Hummer skidded to a stop a hundred feet from the first building. The team had worked together for a long time and knew to take the warning seriously. As the trailing dust from the dirt road blew past the vehicle, five guns immediately were cocked and the travelers began searching their assigned lines of sight for anything out of the ordinary.
“What do you see?” Banyon quickly asked.
“It’s what I don’t see that worries me,” Loni replied. “This is the middle of the school day isn’t it?”
“Yeah,” Banyon replied.
“Do you see any children? In fact, do you see anyone?”
“You’re right,” Steve uttered, as he peered out of the window. All they saw were the majestic white stucco buildings standing silently against a dark blue sky.
“Maybe the school has been attacked by some remnants of the supremacy group which died in the jungle. Remember the stupid supremacy group had attempted to attack the compound six days ago,” Loni reminded everyone.
“We’d better proceed with caution,” Banyon replied. “Steve, take us in close to the front door over there,” he added as he pointed.
As soon as Steve stopped the Hummer, the team jumped out and took up defensive positions. They only had five guns, but seven people, so Banyon and Maya held machetes as they made their way to the door.
“Look,” Mandy cried out as she stared above the doorway. “The bell has been removed.”
“That’s not a good sign,” Loni quickly noted.
“Try the door,” Banyon ordered. Loni immediately went to it while she pulled out several lock picks from her fanny pack. The rest of the team spread out in a semi-circle to protect their flanks. There did not appear to be any other things out of the place in the compound as far as they could determine. They faced open empty arid meadows in all directions. It was eerily quiet.
“It’s unlocked,” Loni sounded out with a little fear in her voice as she pulled the big wood door open.
“That is also not a good sign either,” Maya commented.
They entered the building using the practiced moves of a SWAT team and proceeded up the long wood paneled hallway. When they came to the first door, Steve kicked it open and the rest of the team poured into the room. Everything looked normal. There was no blood or evidence of a struggle.
Back out in the hallway, they checked out the next room. It was also undamaged.
“What the hell,” Loni lamented in frustration.
“Wait,” Carol suddenly spoke. “I hear something.”
The team dropped to their knees and listened.
“It sounds like singing,” Maya commented. “It’s coming from that way,” she added as she pointed down another hallway.
The team stealthily slithered up the corridor. It ended with two massive wood doors blocking the way. At the count of three, they went in with all their guns pointing ahead.
The scene was surreal. It was a chapel. All the children were dressed in white, sitting in pews and singing. Several people lined the walls. Black drapes covered portions of the walls. Incense filled the air. Four monks stood at the front. One was on a pulpit leading the singing. Father Hector wasn’t there.
Several children heard the commotion and turned their heads to look. Banyon’s team immediately hid their weapons and stood in amazement.
“Those are funeral songs they are singing,” Carol noted. She understood Spanish.
One of the monks noticed them in the back of the chapel and made his way over to their position. He walked very piously with his hands hidden in his sparse brown tunic and kept his head bent down. Banyon recognized him as Father Ruiz. He had met the monk six days ago.
When he reached the group, Banyon quickly asked, “Where is Father Hector?”
“He is no longer here,” the monk replied. “He is dead.”
About the Author
Gerald J Kubicki currently has 10 dubious books in print. The books follow the continued adventures of Colton Banyon and his team of unique characters. He also has 4 Society of Orion books in print.
Gerald started writing fiction novels after a long career as a successful businessman. He has traveled the world and is an avid history buff. His writings contain large amounts of actual historical events and real places woven into the plots.
He currently resides in Las Vegas.
You can find out more about this author by visiting his website.
www.geraldjkubickibooks.com
Kristopher Kubicki has joined his father in writing the Colton Banyon series.
Kristopher has been writing articles for major magazines and trade publications since entering college. He currently works for a company that does research on the internet, but has collaborated with his father on several books.
He currently resides in Chicago.
You can find out more about this author by visiting him on his father’s website:
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Table of Contents
Part One The Mystery
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Part Two Ecuador
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Part Three Jungle Warfare
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six