The Belial Stone (The Belial Series)

by Brady, R. D.

  “Fine. Let’s find them and end this.”

  Gideon shook his head and let out an irritated sigh. “Have you learned nothing, Senator? It’s too late for that now. They undeniably have plans in motion for that eventuality. Henry Chandler is not a dumb man. He would have made arrangements if something were to happen to them.”

  “Wait. You know Chandler?”

  Gideon ignored the question and continued. “We need to take a different tack. We need leverage. We need something that will prevent them from saying anything about the project, even if they could.”

  “And how do you propose we accomplish that?” Kensington asked, his tone petulant.

  Gideon smiled. It was time to take control back. "Oh, that’s easy.”

  CHAPTER 59

  Laney looked at the preparations going on around her in amazement. Stacks of ammunition and weapons lined the kitchen table and counter. Everybody was focused on their part in the upcoming fight. Jake had just left to speak with the men outside and make sure everyone knew their role.

  Her eyes settled on Henry, who was currently checking the magazine of an M4. She could not for the life of her figure the man out.

  To say he was enigmatic was an incredible understatement. His intellectual and business prowess was as impressive as his EQ. She’d expected that, though, from media reports.

  But she’d also expected Henry to be a dominating personality, maybe even aggressive or arrogant. Yet, while Henry might be in charge of a room, he was never domineering about it. He respected his employees and trusted them to do what needed to be done. He led them when they needed it and rolled up his sleeves when work needed to be done.

  And taking Danny in revealed a heart as compassionate as his size. And now, this compassionate man was calmly loading ammunition into an array of weaponry as cool as any Special Forces soldier.

  There was something else about Henry that kept gnawing at her. She had a feeling that much of what they were uncovering was not a surprise to him. When they were discussing Gobekli Tepe and the technology of ancient civilizations, Henry hadn’t asked a single question. It almost seemed as if he was waiting for everyone else to simply catch up to him. But if he knew so much about the topic, why hadn’t he just told them? Why keep it a secret?

  She shook her head and headed to the kitchen for another cup of coffee. She needed to focus on the task at hand. There was enough intrigue with the nature of Gideon to keep her mind occupied. She grabbed the coffee pot and then changed her mind. Grabbing a handgun, she tucked it into the holster Jake had given her. She headed for the door.

  “Laney?” Her uncle called, his expression concerned.

  She forced a smile to her face. “Just need to stretch my legs. Be back in ten.” He nodded, but she could tell he was worried. But she needed a little space. She headed out the back door and up the hill.

  Since everything had started, she had barely had time to think, only to react. Now felt like the calm before the storm and she couldn’t keep the thoughts from running through her mind. If everything they’d pieced together was true, the implications were staggering.

  While she believed in angels in theory, it was another thing altogether to be confronted by them in reality. After all, you weren’t raised by a Catholic priest without a healthy dose of both the academic and religious arguments for the existence of angels. The big three monotheistic religions, Judaism, Christianity, and Islam, all believed in angels and their roles as God’s messengers and soldiers. But despite this belief, the role of angels in religion was not clear cut.

  In fact, one of the books that provided the greatest detail about angels, the Book of Enoch, had been banned by both Judaism and Christianity. Despite its huge popularity among early Christians, it was pronounced heretical by the Council of Nicea. Similarly, within Judaism, Rabbi Simeon bai Jochan cursed all those who read it in the second century AD.

  And there simply wasn’t much that was considered academically credible that addressed the role of angels in modern times. Within religion, the belief that angels had visited mankind in antiquity was well-supported and accepted. Yet somehow, the idea of an angel being around today was received with great skepticism. Most reports of angel sightings or interactions in modern times were met with disbelief or derision.

  She headed down a trail that led away from the house to the northwest, her body moving on automatic pilot while her mind churned. The fact was, there was no reason to think that if angels existed at the beginning of time, they would then simply disappear. Today, however, belief in angel visitations was relegated to the New Age loonies. And in this science-driven world, if it couldn’t be scientifically proven, it couldn’t be true. With the M.E.’s report, though, didn’t they have proof?

  Laney ran her hands through her hair. Everything in religion supported the existence of angels and everything in her faith accepted the idea. Early religious works from various sources spoke of how fallen angels were doomed to walk the earth until its end, suggesting they were still here. From that standpoint, Gideon as an angel was credible. And if he was, what did that mean going up against him?

  She couldn’t help but still struggle with the idea, in spite of everything she’d seen and experienced. She had a million questions she wanted to ask. Did angels retain their special abilities? Could they have children, and did these children have abilities? Would God truly allow the fallen angels back into heaven after destroying billions of people? Were all two hundred fallen angels still on Earth, and were they reborn together? Were all the fallen angels evil or were some good?

  There had been no time to research all of the questions save one: the powers of angels. It still wasn’t clear how many powers Gideon brought to the table. In literature, the powers of angels remained a mystery. She knew that within the Bible, angels were never described as winged creatures. That was a bit of creative license taken by artists.

  In the biblical text, they were often described as giants. Compared to Henry, however, Gideon was no giant. Some scholars argued that the term “giant” was misinterpreted and that it did not refer simply to physical size, but to gigantic abilities such as strength or fighting skills.

  With five of them fighting two, they had almost lost. And it had taken quite a toll. Would this upcoming battle be any less dangerous? Could it be any less dangerous. A branch snapped behind her and she whirled around, her heart in her throat.

  Jake walked towards her. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

  Laney’s heart pounded as he approached, only in part because of the scare he’d given her. How could she have fallen for him so quickly? Was it only the situation? Or was there more here?

  Jake stopped when he was only a foot away. “You okay? You look lost in thought.”

  “I was. I’m trying to make sense of everything that’s happened so far.”

  “Any answers?”

  “None that seem credible.”

  Jake stepped closer and reached up to brush his thumb across her cheek. “Sometimes it’s not about evidence, Laney. Sometimes you have to just go on faith or, in my world, your gut.”

  “So I guess you've lost your doubts about Gideon as an angel?”

  “Seems a little stubborn to still be doubting at this point, doesn’t it?”

  She stared into his eyes. Was he talking about this situation or what was happening between them? All hell was going to break loose tomorrow, so for today, she was going to take Jake’s advice and go with her gut.

  She leaned up until her lips were just an inch away from his. “I think that’s great advice.”

  Jake lowered his lips to hers and pulled her up against him. Wrapping her arms around him, Laney gave up thinking. For right now, she was just going to feel.

  CHAPTER 60

  The assault on the compound was going to take place tomorrow morning before dawn. Henry had arranged to fly in an additional ten men, as well as more weaponry, from Baltimore. He and Jake had left about an hour before to pick them up. With the
extra men that had flown in with Patrick and Henry earlier today, they would have a total of twenty-four in their assault force.

  Hoping it would be enough, Laney studied the map Yoni had drawn of the compound. She looked up when her uncle placed a cup of tea in front of her.

  “I think you know the layout, Laney.”

  “I know. I just want to make sure.”

  He sat down in a chair across from her and reached over to take her hand. “You know, you don’t need to be part of this. You’ve done enough. We can handle the assault tonight without you.”

  “We’re going to need every hand. Even with the men and weapons Henry and Jake are picking up, we’re still going to be cutting it close with manpower.”

  “You’ve played your part in this fight. Let us handle the rest. We’ll have enough men without you, okay?”

  Laney squeezed his hand and then pulled hers away. “Uncle Patrick, I know you’re trying to keep me safe. And the best way for that to happen is for all of this to end. Let’s just enjoy the peace for now, because lately, it’s been pretty rare.” And it’s usually followed by gunfire, she thought. Out loud she said, “I spoke with Kati about an hour ago.”

  “Are you sure that was wise?”

  “Jake arranged it. He gave me a burner phone and I called her father. They can’t trace it back here. She took Max swimming. She said he's a natural in the water.”

  Patrick smiled. “I’m not surprised. He’s a smart little monster.”

  “He’s worried that he’s going to miss his first school play. He plays a carrot.”

  He chuckled. “Hmmm, I remember those school plays when you were in them. I have to say, I’m not sure I’m going to be upset at missing a bunch of four-year-olds forget their lines and sing out of tune.”

  Laney scoffed good-naturedly. “Who are you kidding? Kati told me you made her promise to record it so you could see it.”

  “I was just being nice.”

  “Which is why you gave her your video camera?”

  Yoni interrupted Patrick’s response with a question from across the room. “Hey, what do you think of a baseball theme?”

  At Patrick’s perplexed look, Laney explained. “He’s looking at bedding for the nursery. He’s trying to find the right theme for his son.” She walked over to Yoni and glanced at the screen. “It’s kind of cliché.”

  Yoni nodded and turned back to the computer. “I don’t really like baseball anyway,” he muttered. “Hey, what are those, farm animals?”

  Before he could expand the image, an icon started flashing in the top right hand of the screen. He clicked on it and a schematic of the trip wires he’d placed around the property appeared.

  Laney's heart raced. The wires had been activated about a thousand yards in front of the house.

  Yoni leapt up and grabbed the assault rifle he’d placed on the desk. He pushed Laney towards the kitchen where the stash of ammunition was piled. “We’ve got company coming up the front. Grab as many weapons as you can handle.”

  Laney hesitated, shock momentarily anchoring her in place. Then she grabbed a Beretta off the table, shoving three clips of ammunition in her pockets. She grabbed the automatic rifle off the counter. She slipped out the magazine, checked that it was full, and then slammed it back in place.

  Patrick grabbed an extra handgun and ammunition from the stash on the kitchen counter as well. “Plan?”

  Yoni paused at the bottom of the stairs. “Patrick, take position at the front of the house. Laney, you take the back. I’ve got a three hundred and sixty degree view from the widow’s walk upstairs. We just need to hold them off for a little while. With some luck, Jake and Henry will be back any minute with reinforcements. Until then, we have enough ammunition to hold off a small army.”

  Laney nodded, amazed at the change in Yoni. There was no trace of the easygoing man she’d come to know. He was all soldier.

  “Take positions,” he ordered before sprinting up the stairs.

  Laney flattened herself against the wall by the back window. Her uncle smashed out one of the front windows and Laney did the same to the back, training her M4 on the backyard. Nothing moved.

  She jumped as she heard the retort of Patrick’s machine gun. She kept her eyes peeled. A movement to her right drew her attention. She pulled the trigger and the man creeping through the trees dropped.

  Another two men appeared over the hill to the right. She took aim and they dove for the ground as her bullets raked where they had stood.

  She took aim again when a projectile clattered to the floor behind her. She turned as smoke began to pour from the soup can sized object.

  “Tear gas,” her uncle yelled as he crossed the room, his shirt pulled above his mouth. Laney pulled her shirt up as well.

  “Need to go,” her uncle said as he reached her side.

  Laney nodded, her eyes already beginning to sting.

  Patrick flung open the door and sprinted into the back yard, his weapon high.

  Laney charged out the door behind him, drawing up next to him. She kept pace with him, praying they could make it to cover before there exit was noticed.

  A man appeared over the top of the hill. Well, that prayer didn’t get answered. She raised her gun. Before she could take the shot, the retort of Yoni’s high-powered rifle echoed through the space. The man dropped to the ground and was still.

  Another two men appeared from different sides of the yard and Yoni took them down as well. Laney sprinted for the top of the hill. She glanced over at her uncle. His expression focused, his eyes scanned the area for any threat. For the first time in her life, she saw her uncle as the Marine he once was.

  They flew over the crest of the hill together, their guns raised. No one was in sight.

  The land sloped down towards the woods with a two-hundred-yard clearing. Laney could hear the retort of Yoni’s machine gun as he switched his attention to the front of the house.

  They sprinted down the incline. A man appeared from the woods to their right. Patrick fired off two shots, hitting the man in the chest.

  Another man appeared to the left. Laney pulled the trigger three times. He disappeared from view. She wasn’t sure, though, if she’d gotten him. Her aim was off. Note to self: If I get out of this, practice running and shooting.

  Dirt spit up from the ground next to her. Laney looked over her shoulder and saw two men bearing down on them. Spying an outcropping of rocks ahead and to the right, she yelled, “Head for the rocks.”

  Laney dove over the barrier and quickly rolled out of the way as Patrick crashed down next to her. Gunfire raked the rocks surrounding them.

  “Shooters are to our right,” Patrick said, his breathing ragged.

  Laney nodded her agreement, fear choking off her words.

  “Okay, on the count of three," Patrick told her.

  Laney put a new clip in her Beretta and nodded again.

  “1, 2, 3.”

  She popped up with Patrick. Using the rocks as cover, she took aim at three men approaching them from the right. She dropped one, but felt the sting as rock shrapnel hit her from a shot coming from behind them.

  “Got it!” she yelled.

  She swung around and took aim at another two gunmen who were trying to sneak up behind them. She took down one. The other man took cover behind some trees. He only showed himself as he moved from tree to tree. Panic coursed through her. She couldn’t get a bead on him.

  She dropped the Beretta and grabbed the M4. She was much more accurate with it. Her hands began to shake as fear forced adrenaline through her system.

  Stop it. Calm down. You know where he’s going. Just shoot where he’s going.

  The next time he showed himself, she aimed for the next tree and just before he entered her cross hairs, she pulled the trigger. She saw a flash of blood as the bullet punched through his neck. She grimaced as blood poured from the wound, but a small part of her cheered.

  A shadow fell across her and her gaze jerke
d upwards, followed by her gun. A man had crawled up while they’d been distracted by the attackers from each side. She knew she wasn’t going to get him in time.

  “Laney!” Patrick dove in front of her, while firing at the gunman.

  The gunman toppled as Patrick’s bullet found its mark, causing the gunman’s shot to go wild. Patrick’s head crashed into a rock as he fell to the ground. Laney quickly swiveled three hundred and sixty degrees. She didn’t see any more attackers.

  She reached down to her uncle. He was out and blood was streaming from the wound in the side of his head. She checked for a pulse. It was beating steadily. “Thank God.”

  Laney could hear Yoni continuing to hold them off from the house. That was good, but it also meant he wouldn’t be able to help them any time soon.

  She pressed her sweater to her uncle’s head, trying to staunch the flow. The blood slowed, but didn’t stop. And he wasn’t stirring. She was pretty sure he was going to be out for a while.

  Her eyes darted around, looking for somewhere to hide him. Nothing close. She wouldn’t be able to carry him to safety. They’d catch them both for sure. Her only hope was to lead the attackers away from him.

  Grabbing some of the straw grass that blanketed the area, she spread it over him. Then she positioned some loose rocks around him, placing a few light ones on top of him. It wouldn’t fool anyone who looked too close, but from a distance he would look like he was just part of the landscape.

  She reloaded her M4 and looped the strap over her, pulling out her handgun. Discarding the clip, she slammed in a new one. She sat back on her heels, preparing to run.

  “I love you, Uncle,” she whispered.

  Waiting, a shuffle from the left told her it was time to go. She burst out of the rocks for the trees in front of her, being sure to make as much noise as possible. Bullets chewed up the ground behind her.

  She ran faster, her breathing matching the cadence of her run. She vaulted over an overturned tree and kept going, bullets continuing to dog her steps.