by Ciana Stone
Colton smiled and keyed in a command then looked at her. “You have surpassed our expectations. I am very pleased. I ask you to come with me. Both of you.”
“Go?” Konnor looked at him oddly. “Where?”
Colton smiled and looked at Senna. “You must choose now. There is no more time.”
She looked from him to Konnor. “Please,” she said softly. “I want to go.”
Konnor stared at her for a moment. “Do you have any idea at all what will happen?”
She smiled at him. “Yes.”
He smiled and touched her face then nodded. “I’m with you, all the way.”
She held his hand tightly and reached for Colton with her free hand. “We’re ready.”
“No!” Kitaro shouted from behind them. They all looked to see him taking aim at Senna. “Destroy them!” he shouted in panic. “Do something now!”
“We are,” Colton replied and looked at Minora. “I am sorry.”
“Colton.” Her voice was a plea. “Please, I love you. I always have.”
“No.” His voice was gentle. “You do not love me, Minora. You do not even know me.”
“What do you mean?” she cried. “We were lovers. You fathered my child. I know—”
“You know only what I allowed you to see. There is no Colton Ryder. That man does not exist. He is merely an identity I created in order to ensure that the technology we left here and all knowledge of it was finally destroyed.”
Her laugh was hysterical but turned into a wail of terror. “Why are you doing this? Can’t you see what’s happening? We’re going to be killed if you don’t do something. Call the fighters off!”
He looked at the tactical display. The missiles would make contact within moments. He touched several of the control pads then looked at her. “My name is Enlil,” he said softly. “Goodbye, Minora.”
She screamed and ran at him. Kitaro started firing, shrieking in fury. A fraction of a second later the missiles found their mark. The first rent the side of the ship. Kitaro’s body was sucked through the vacuum. Minora was thrown against the wall and clung to the torn metal. Her mind didn’t even register the explosion as the fuel supply was hit by the second missile. An enormous fireball lit the sky. Two of the jets swerved around the edge of the inferno, three others pulled up and climbed, racing the billowing cloud of fire and smoke.
Within minutes all that was left were chunks of charred and twisted metal that rained to the earth below.
“Red leader to Nighthawk 1,” the wing commander of the F-16s radioed. “Do you have anything on radar?”
“Negative, Red Leader.”
“Red Leader to Base. The target has been taken out. Do you have anything on radar?”
“Negative, Red Leader. We did have something but it disappeared just before the target was destroyed. Radar’s clear. Stand down from alert and return to base.”
Epilogue
One Week Later
Slater stood stiffly as the man entered the room. He had only been released from the hospital two days earlier and was still in a great deal of pain from the gunshot wound. Still, he counted himself lucky to be alive. “Sir.” He nodded in respect.
“I have just finished going over the reports. It is my understanding that the project is unsalvageable.”
“Yes, sir.”
“And how is it that all of the data was erased from the computer system, Mr. Slater?”
“That I do not know, sir.”
The man stared at him for a moment then took a seat behind the desk. “And Dr. Laserian?”
“The bodies of Senna Laserian and Konnor Chase have not been recovered, sir. However, as they were on Sumer 1 when it was destroyed it is highly probable that there is simply nothing left to find.”
“Very well, Mr. Slater, that will be all.”
Slater forced himself to keep a straight back as he left the office. His aide was waiting for him. Together they left the building through a rear exit, avoiding the tourists who craned their necks and looked around curiously, trying to get a glimpse of someone they might recognize.
Slater let his aide open the car door for him. He climbed into the back seat and leaned back for a moment. His aide got in the front passenger seat and the driver started the car. “Oh, I almost forgot,” his aide said. “This came for you.”
Slater opened his eyes and looked at the package his aide held out over the seat. Taking it, he placed it on the seat and lifted the lid from the box. Inside was a paperback book. He picked it up and opened it. On the inside cover was a handwritten inscription.
The Book of Genesis refers to them as the Nefilim, a word that in Hebrew means “Those Who have Come Down, from the Heavens to Earth.” The ancient Sumerians called them the Annunaki, “Those Who from Heaven to Earth Came.” In the Sumerian beliefs, the Annunaki were gods, gods who came from a planet called Nibiru. They came not to advance this world, to aid in its evolution, but to plunder its resources in an attempt to save their own dying world. It was not until the working class among them rebelled against the tiresome tasks that the Annunaki turned their attention to the sentient life on this world. And that attention resulted in the creation of a new kind of life—Homo sapiens. But then, these are merely the myths of a civilization long dead. And myths, as we all know, are merely fantastical tales of things not possible. Or are they?
Don’t be so secure in your scientific righteousness that you cannot entertain the possibility.
Better luck next time.
Signed, That Which Survives
Slater stared at the words for a long time then closed the book. “Well, I’ll be damned.”
“Sir?” His aide looked at him with a perplexed expression.
Slater laughed and pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. Suddenly his world seemed bright again. The game was not over.
A Matter of Trust
By Ciana Stone
Chapter One
“Ain’t you fergettin’ sumthin’?”
Nikki jumped at the sound of the voice and turned away from the door, feeling behind her to make sure it was locked. Her landlord, Milton Sprull, stood at the top of the stairs glaring down at her. She sighed and turned to look up at him, focusing on his broad forehead, and trying not to see the stained T-shirt stretched over his rotund belly or the leer on his face.
“Look, I know I’m a little late, but I’ll have the rent by the end of the week, Mr. Sprull. Promise.”
“That’s what you said last week, and the week ‘fore and the week ‘fore that. I can’t have no freeloaders. You pay up by the end of the week or yer out. Got it?”
“Yes, sir.” Nikki hitched her backpack strap more securely on her shoulder and walked away from the rundown house where she rented a makeshift apartment.
What little pride she had left was fading fast. Thanks to Bob McDonald, her latest ex-boss, she was a month behind in rent, had nothing saved and only twenty-three dollars between her and going hungry. Like it or not, her dreams were about to go the way of the dinosaur and pass into extinction.
Nikki climbed into her old Toyota and headed for Wanda’s Diner, one of the few places she could afford to eat. As a rule, she was able to convince herself to be optimistic by believing the old cliché that attitude is everything. Tell yourself you’re going to be in a positive mood, and you will be.
It wasn’t going to work this time.
As she parked in front of the diner, she looked at herself in the rearview mirror, her hand going unconsciously to the pendant lying against her chest. A fantasy tugged at her mind. It would be so easy to give into it. Just let it take her. Block out the harsh reality of her life.
Just that moment of weakness allowed the fantasy to take control. Her eyes no longer saw her own sad reflection in the mirror. Now her mind was filled with him. Eyes the color of a twilight sky set in a face that belonged to myth. The face of a warrior. Strong and chiseled, yet possessed of great tenderness as he gazed at her.
She felt h
is hands alight on her shoulders, tightening as he pulled her close. The heat from his body ignited a fire inside her. Her breath quickened and her pulse spiked. Every nerve ending in her body enlivened, making her skin tingle with a near electric sensation.
His lips were soft against hers, his taste sweet. She moaned against his mouth and the kiss deepened to one of passion and need. Strong hands moved to cup her breasts, thumbs scraping across her nipples.
Her hands moved to fist in his hair, her lips slanting across his, demanding more.
“Hey!” someone yelled into the car window.
Nikki jerked back to reality, embarrassment flooding her with heat she was sure registered on her face.
One of the diner’s regular patrons, another college student she was casual friends with, Cecilia, stood beside the car door. “Damn, where were you?” she asked.
“Just thinking,” Nikki replied.
“Oh, okay. Well, I just wanted to say hi. On my way to class.”
Nikki gave her a smile. ‘‘Thanks, Cecilia. Have a great day.”
“You too.”
Nikki watched Cecilia walk away then cut her eyes back to the rearview mirror. Sure enough, her cheeks were flushed. This whole fantasy thing was getting a little out of hand. She really needed to get it under control. Not even her precarious situation was an excuse to go off the deep end.
Besides, it was going to work out. It had to. She gave herself a forced smile. “Attitude. It’s all attitude.”
Yeah, right. The smile vanished with the negative thought that intruded. And a big fat fairy godmother is going to make all your troubles disappear. If only it were that easy.
* * * * *
“Mrs. James, please. If you’ll give me one moment I’m sure I can—”
“No!” The middle-aged woman in the floral patterned dress paused in her march across the foyer and whirled to face the distinguished gray-haired man. “There’s nothing—nothing you can say that’ll convince me to work in this—this insane asylum!”
“I’ll double the salary offer.”
Mildred James hiked her purse up on her arm more securely. “Mr. Weston, if you’ll pardon my bluntness, you don’t have enough money to get me to keep that-that person. Now, good day to you, sir.”
Richard Weston watched the woman flounce out of the front door. He blew out his breath in frustration and closed his eyes.
“Richard, I demand you rectify this deplorable situation immediately.”
Richard turned to the woman who stood at the far end of the foyer, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, one foot forward, the designer toe of her shoe tapping sharply on the polished marble floor.
Helen Weston was an attractive woman, easily mistaken for someone much younger. With soft blond hair cut in a fashionable bob that framed her surgically enhanced, line-free face, a slim and shapely figure, and penetrating blue eyes, she was still a head-turner. What marred her otherwise perfect looks was her cold and aloof manner, along with her total lack of patience with anyone or anything that interfered with what she wanted.
Richard bit back the sharp reply that rose to his lips. This wasn’t the time to get into an argument. “I’m doing everything I can. We have another interview scheduled this afternoon. There’s every possibility it will work out.”
“And what if it doesn’t? Mrs. James was the fifth applicant to turn down the position. If you expect me to cancel months of planning simply because you cannot locate adequate personnel, then you are severely mistaken. I’ve spent months scheduling for this holiday and I refuse to have it destroyed.”
Richard crossed the room to Helen and reached out to put his hands on her arms. She backed away, her body becoming more rigid and mannequin-like in its pose. Richard’s hands dropped limply to his sides.
“I fail to understand why I’m being blamed. I did everything I could think of to get Mrs. Durning to stay on and since she’s been gone I’ve given up god knows how many hours of my time to sit through these interviews, trying to find a replacement. Short of having him locked up, I don’t see what more I can do.”
Helen turned and stalked from the foyer into the library, stopping only when she reached the massive window seat that looked out over the rose garden. Richard followed and took a seat in one of the leather wing chairs by the fireplace.
“Perhaps we should consider contacting Charles and having the procedures initiated to place him in the sanitarium while we’re away,” Helen said without turning to look at him.
Richard was silent for a long moment, his brow creased in a thoughtful frown. Helen turned to look at him. “Richard?”
“Yes, yes, I heard you. However, I’m less than eager to open that particular can of worms again.”
“Oh yes, of course. How foolish of me to think you might actually defy the dictates of that doddering old fool.”
“My father has never been doddering or foolish, and I’ll thank you to remember that. I’ll also thank you to remember the possible repercussions of placing Maxwell in an institution. Not only that, but have you considered the press — the smear campaign we could face?”
“I wasn’t suggesting he be permanently institutionalized. I was merely suggesting we consider the possibility for the summer. Upon our return, we can make more permanent arrangements—locate qualified personnel and so on.”
Richard rose from his chair and glanced at his watch. “I disagree. The risk is too great. The way I see it, if this next interview doesn’t pan out, our options are reduced to either forgetting our plans or taking him with us.”
“Well, I’ll not give up my plans! That’s not an option. God knows, after all I go through all year, all I sacrifice for him, the least I’m entitled to is a few short months of rest and relaxation. And taking him is completely out of the question. I won’t have my entire summer ruined because of your inability to secure appropriate help, and the demands of a senile old fool who would be far better off safely interred in a sanitarium himself. No, Maxwell stays here. If you choose to stay behind, that’s entirely up to you, but regardless of the situation, I will be on the plane to Paris, Friday morning — with or without you.”
“I understand. If you’ll excuse me, I have some calls to make.” Richard quickly left the room before Helen had a chance to say more. Once out of earshot, he cut a glance back toward the library. The next interview had to work out or Helen the queen bitch would make sure his life was a living hell.
* * * * *
Nikki slid into her normal booth and waved at Amy, one of the waitresses. With a fresh pot of coffee in one hand and balancing a tray on the other, Amy returned the greeting with a big smile. Nikki pulled a stack of paper from her backpack and began scanning through the printed pages, making notes in the margin.
Someone sat down in the booth across from her. She looked up and smiled. It was Ben. She’d known and been close friends with him since she was a sophomore in college. Ben was working on his doctorate in computer technology and was one of the smartest people she’d ever known, as well as one of the most unusual. While he’d already been offered fantastic opportunities with most of the major research and development companies, he’d turned them all down until he finished his doctorate.
If the truth be known, Ben was one of those people who wanted to put off working in the real world as long as possible. He had way too much fun indulging in his secret passion. Hacking. There probably wasn’t a system invented that could keep Ben out.
“Find a job yet?” he asked, then turned to yell across the diner, “Hey Amy, some coffee when you get a sec. And how about two over easy with hash and toast?” He looked at Nikki. “You?”
“Just toast,” she replied, gathering up her papers to put them back in the backpack. With Ben joining her for breakfast, it was a sure bet she wouldn’t get anything done on her paper.
“Diet?”
“Budget.”
“It’s on me.”
“Thanks, but toast is fine.”
“Okay,
have it your way.” Ben yelled out across the diner again, “And toast for Nikki!”
Having placed their breakfast order, he propped his arms on the table and grinned. “What’s up on the job front?”
She shook her head, wishing he had chosen another topic of conversation. “Nothing. Been on five interviews and either I don’t have enough experience or the right kind of experience, or I’m over qualified or under qualified. The only offer I’ve had is at a topless bar and I definitely don’t relish the idea of that.”
“Man, you should’ve listened to Bill. He’s right you know, and not just because he’s top of his class, soon to be a legal eagle. That McDonald guy deserves to get nailed for what he did to you.”
“Come on, Ben. We’ve been through this already. I can’t afford a lawyer, and I don’t have time to waste on some lawsuit. Besides, how is filing a sexual harassment suit gonna help me pay the rent? The way my luck runs, all I’d get is a rep as someone who’s trouble and have even a harder time getting a job. It’s the last thing I need. All I want from the guy is my last month’s pay.”
“Has he agreed to pay you?”
“No.”
“Well, there you go.”
Nikki put her elbows on the table and placed her hands over her face for a moment. “I know you’re trying to help but I just don’t see how a legal action will do any good. Particularly since my needs are immediate. I need a job. Now!”
“Hey, I’m sorry.” Ben reached out to pry her hands away from her face. “I wasn’t trying to piss you off or anything.”
“I know.” She forced a smile. “It’s okay. I guess I’m just sort of feeling like I’m at the end of my rope, and not only is it frayed, but there’s a little demon somewhere above me with a blow torch.”
Ben laughed and leaned back as the waitress arrived with their breakfast. While Nikki sipped coffee and nibbled toast, Ben bolted down his food and entertained her by relating his latest adventures in hacking. Even with talking nonstop, he was finished long before she’d eaten her toast. He leaned back with a contented burp and patted his flat stomach.
