Unknown Location
Arkansas
The door opened abruptly and a bright light again replaced the darkness of the room, but this time he was yanked to his feet and carried outside of the room, through a dark passage and then outside. The bright sun blinded him even more, his eyes had been exposed to the darkness for too long, he was unable to see anything, unable to focus his retinas on the men in front of him.
As he was carried, he knew he had to act but he was too weak, something was wrong, he had been sick before but never this weak, then a thought hit him like a thousand torpedoes, except for when he had the plague. The thought of re-experiencing that dreaded disease made him want to vomit, but there was nothing left inside his stomach to bring forth.
'What had they done to him?', he thought to himself as they again entered a darkened building.
"Elijah, we need to get you ready, for your time is at hand to assist in the time foretold, your task in bringing forth the beginning of the end." a new voice announced, cryptic words that he heard before coming from another man.
With limited vision Tony attempted to focus on the new voice, the man's voice that was coming from above him, he was now lying down on what seemed like a bail of straw or at least a very uncomfortable bed.
"You were a great warrior, a true man of God, Elijah. You must get prepared to do the work for which you were prophesied by Daniel to complete." the new voice continued. " And I will assist you in remembering your name and your duties, just as I did with Enoch years ago."
Then, as if he could not help himself, his smart ass side kicked into gear, "My name is Anthony DiNozzo. I'm not a prophet or a even close to being holy, trust me, ask my boss, and when I'm able to stand I am going to kick both your asses," his voice was rather thick and slow, but he wanted to get his message across, he wasn't doing anything with them or for them.
"Elijah, this might take a while, but you will remember." Enoch returned, he then reached over and grabbed Tony's body then shoved it to the ground roughly, grabbing his wrists and securing them to a thick slab of wood that was attached to a table, Tony's body was forcibly placed into a kneeling position.
"You must remember your name and your destiny. It is imperative to our duties." a swift kick to his side sent his head against the rough side of the table, splinters from the wood entered into sensitive skin.
"Dammit!" he cursed, but his anger was met with a tearing of his shirt and a lash with a foreign object against his now bare back.
His hands were bound to the table, all he could do was endure the pain that was being unleashed upon him. Dammit Gibbs, where are you? , he thought to himself as the man continued to beat him, his already fragile lungs burning with pain, his fevered skin more sensitive to the hell being lashed out against it. He just wanted to go home or die, either would be welcomed,
"Thirty lashes will assist him in remembering, then I will place him into isolation." Moses spoke his plan for Tony to Enoch, wanting the man to know his intentions for the unwilling prophet. He then turned his full attention to Tony, " You will remember your name Elijah and your duties, it is imperative to the mission at hand!" Moses shouted as he sent another lash forward which landed squarely across Tony's back.
Terrible cries from the man could be heard emanating from the barn as Enoch left him alone with Moses, the man who had taught him his end time duties, it would only take a few days alone with Moses before Elijah remembered. The Prophet of the past would be prepared and they could continue on with their mission.
He walked back out to the truck, it was time to work on his third victim. The body had to be delivered by sundown. He opened the back of the truck and walked inside, his victim was laid out on the table, intubated and ready for their tests.
NCIS
Autopsy Room
Ducky scoured over his notes, he was getting a sense of dread. Tony' s life was possibly in greater mortal danger than any of them could have even considered.
Ducky read the manual which described the two witnesses of the end time prophecy:
In the end the two witnesses will be able to pour out judgments, plagues and fire from their mouths. They would be able to use whatever they needed to get the attention of the people and to protect themselves.
Plagues being the key word, even though Enoch may have taken it literally, the plagues would be more along the line of what Moses had seen dealt out upon the Egyptians when they held the Israelites hostage, such as grasshoppers, boils and eventually the first born to die, ten plagues in all but none of which were ever described as the black plague.
The ministry of the two witnesses would be characterized in conduct by four great miraculous powers: they can kill their enemies with fire; withhold rain for three and a half years; turn water into blood; and bring plagues upon the earth.
The word plague made him shiver. What had this maniac done? What was he doing with Tony?
Ducky shook his head, if he was correct then Tony's health was already in jeopardy, his life would either be snuffed out in an end time scenario created by Enoch or by the plague itself. He needed to contact Dr Brad Pitt to see if bringing the virus back alive from its dormant state would even be possible. Either way, due to the unsanitary way the body of Gunnery Sargent Frank Parsons had been treated he could only expect the worse for Tony's lungs.
He pulled the phone close and dialed, he had a lot of research to get done in a short period of time and he needed to talk with Dr Pitt first.
NCIS
Bullpen
"Boss, I think we have a hit!" McGee stood and shouted across the room to his boss, who was working at his desk.
"What do you have McGee?" Gibbs growled back, seeing nothing on the overhead except for a dark screen. He pushed back his chair and walked over to where McGee stood.
Then the screen lit up and there it was, the truck, caught on an ATM surveillance camera. "A large eighteen wheeler was seen in a small town outside of Little Rock Arkansas approximately thirty minutes ago. State Troopers are in pursuit at this time." McGee looked over to see Gibbs but he was no longer there, he was at his desk again gathering his gun and badge.
"They haven't caught the driver yet?" Ziva asked as she reached for the remote and clicked it to show a more defined picture.
"They caught the APB just minutes after the camera caught the picture, it was relayed to the police station and distributed, the troopers feel that they will be able to catch up with them soon." McGee answered as he too gathered his gun and badge.
"We'll need a flight to Little Rock." Gibbs ordered, as Ziva and McGee grabbed their gear and followed. McGee was already on his cell making the arrangements, they needed the earliest flight and a rental car when they arrived.
Ziva was talking to the police station where they would bring the suspect or suspects, wanting to make sure they knew that Gibbs would do the interrogation. She also was informing them to take Tony to the main hospital in Little Rock, assuming that Tony would be with the man who had kidnapped the federal officer.
As they entered the elevator and after the doors had shut Ducky came out of the stairwell, he had important news for Jethro. News that could effect their search for Tony, their own lives could be jeopardized, as could the lives of anybody who got near the truck.
He looked around the empty space, the picture of the truck still on the screen, "Oh my." Ducky stated out loud, the obvious whereabouts of the team being shown on the screen, " Jethro, you might not want to get too close to that truck, it contains the pneumonic plague and our Tony is the carrier."
Dr Pitt had informed the him that Tony had probably developed an immunity to the plague, antibodies had formed during his last bout. If the virus had gone dormant during his fight with the deadly disease then it could be reconstituted, but they would have to weaken Tony's immune system first. Dr Pitt thought that Tony would more than likely be a carrier rather than to actually die from the disease, though he would become very ill at first.
He hurried over to the phone and picked it up, he needed to contact the team, his news would be devastating.
Abby's Lab
She hadn't seen her home in days, she had work to accomplish, Tony's life was in danger.
She analyzed each drug found in the Gunnery Sargent, a variety of narcotics were found, the crazed man either had to be either a pharmacist or a doctor, she thought to herself as she listed each one, noting the amounts used were twice the amount that should ever be used. He wanted to definitely keep them under his control, too drugged to fight back in the end, she thought to herself as she finished her report for Gibbs.
There were chemicals also found in the man's blood stream of the household origin too. There was bleach, disinfectant, and even detergent. They were dealing with a madman.
She looked over to her screen where the image of the truck driver was being enhanced by her computer, the machine was digitalizing and scanning colors, bringing together a portrait of the man who had kidnapped Tony, who had killed two people this time, but had probably killed many more in the past also. A faded face was starting to appear.
She shook her head, wanting to break down and cry but knowing that would only take away precious time away from finding Tony' s abductor.
She reached over and turned up her music, drowning away the bad thoughts that wanted to invade her mind as she worked, she had to focus, she had to assist in finding Tony.
The music was so loud now that she missed the ding of the machine, her back turned to the picture that now graced her screen, a surprise that would await her until she turned.
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