Angels, Demons and Doughnuts
By: Little Screenwriting Teen
Ch. 1: The Symbols in the Coffee
Cambridge, Massachusetts
Harvard University 6:00 am
Once again i awoke to the sound of the landlord cutting the grass with the ( as i can calculate it) 200 year old john deer lawnmower. Today like most days would be misty some what of a outdoor sauna. I swung my left foot over to the floor while trying to talk myself out of going to work. And then at the most thoughtful time my cell phone rang. I then slowly began to reach for my glasses, I put them on quickly and the fumbled the phone. I opened it and pressed the talk button.
Hello- I said trying to sound like an educated person.
Professor Langdon i presume your the exact person ive been wanting to talk to- the husky male voice replied
Who is this?- even though i new i sounded the least bit persuading
I'm Zachery Beiachie 3rd degree Freemason i was told by our 32ND degree Freemason that our Allie (Members of the Illuminati) have been in contact with you?
I have taken a oath of silence about my business in Italy- I said defensively
Aha a Harvard man indeed! You would make a fine politician Professor, you sway from questions as easily as you can ask them- the voice said in a tone unrecognisable
I would indeed thats why i studied Debate for half my life- I said, if i can take on the pope himself im sure to do fine with a freemason 3rd degree or not.
At this time i was imediatly puzzled, just last week i was in Italy speaking to a former Illuminati. How had this man whom i had never met have known that i was in Italy - I thought silently. Who was this so called FreeMason