CHAPTER SIX
Hope was not an option. Attwood examined the DVD and then made a telephone call to London.
"Hello Roger, it's me Attwood. Do you recall your grandfather telling you about the Aryan ideal the Nazis were working on?—Yes I realize that, but your grandfather knew the risk when he volunteered. Your great grandmother was German, he spent his holidays in Hamburg. Now, I just found out that the Allies were working on a counter production of their own, creating a group in a similar vein." He waited for ten minutes. The one on the other end did not hang up the telephone. "Yes I can make a copy. By the looks of it, it doesn't have a Country Classification. I'll get on it right away."
The Company that convert DVDS for other countries, was only to glad to help. Meanwhile Sloan and Ed examined the original, and the effect it would have on the theory that Dominants were a higher form of human beings.
"If we were there from the beginning, how come there's no evidence of it?" asked Sloan, looking over the section where the man talked about the still born children.
"You heard of Cain, haven't you?" asked Ed, "sent out on the world with a mark on his face. Built a city, and then Lamech his descendant, killed a youth who probably just touched his arm when passing. Sounds like Dominant behavior to me."
"The Bible's all theory, Evolution is fact." .
"I was raised on the Bible since I was a kid. Besides it makes sense. The first Dominants were born from human beings. They came from Mexico. They were for the most part Caucasian, Mark being the exception but then one of his ancestors could have come from the West Indies. And why didn't the other Europeans living in Mexico and in the same climate, change or give birth to Dominants? There had to be something more than a climatic change."
"Well Walter should be back soon. He's sending a copy of the DVD off to England. A friend of his had a grandfather who worked in the War Office."
"I didn't think Walter was that old," said Ed.
"He isn't. He was the only child of an older couple. I heard that he used to belong to the Navy Seals, but got injured."
"Okay I take back all I thought about him basking in other people's glory."
They checked the return address on the parcel. If they could find out where this came from, they could find out the name of the Dominant who sent it and perhaps question him.
"He could be like Shane," said Sloan.'
"But then he could be like Lewis," said Ed, "They are quite ruthless. They don't do something unless it is for their advantage."
That was true, but they had to try anyway. Sloan went to the computer, looking through the Mexican post offices, and finding someone in that particular area. He telephoned the Mexican police chief of that district and found most of the inhabitants disappeared, leaving the town deserted. That is, until a few years later, when the areas around the town suddenly became inhabited. He assumed the original townspeople were returning. Of course, if they stayed away, he would not blame them. The rurales had found a few scattered bone fragments. They did not have the technology of the United States, but found that these were quite recent and by the knife cuts, bullet holes, and teeth marks, had died a horrible death. The Rurales also found some of the bones had been crushed, and when one was sent to the Lab at Mexico City, they determined the victim had been alive at the time.
They waited for Attwood's return, keeping an eye on the street. Limousine Lady's goons were out there. It had been difficult to sneak the equipment past their eyes. Both Sloan and Ed had to sell some of their furniture to purchase the necessary computers and Attwood had telephoned a friend who used to live in Vermont for a favor. His friend had a cousin who was in the Marines who knew someone in the Pentagon who knew someone who knew someone else. In other words, it would take some time to get things ready for Tom's rescue.
Sloan telephoned Ray using a secure line and told him where they were. So far Attwood's former employer had not spotted them. They assumed that Ed and Sloan were a young married couple who had just rented the apartment. Sloan's hair felt itchy after wearing that wig and it felt like hours taking off that blonde makeup. Ed had a rash from removing that fake nose and cheek piece, and he still felt off balance.
"I don't want to go through it again," she said.
"Dominos Pizza!" The door bell rang.
"Quick Sloan, hide. I'll get my gun."
The door opened. "Sloan? Ed?"
They took one look and laughed out loud. "Ray, come in!" said Ed, "it looks like the uniform's too tight."
"It's the best I could do," he said, handing them a large box in a red covering, "Wait here:" He signaled to another man and handed him the cover, and several small bills. "Thanks Bill."
"Bill's father is a policeman like myself. He's also a stock car driver in his spare time. He'll have no trouble eluding those creeps. So are we go on rescuing Tom?"
Ed explained about the DVD. Attwood was right now making a copy. He should have been back by now, and they were worried. It had been two hours.
"It takes time to make a copy," said Ray, "In the meantime, how are we going to rescue Tom?"
"Attwood knows someone, a former Navy man, well he was out of it for a while, because of a bone injury. Now, he's back in," said Ed.
"Actually, I can tell it myself," said Attwood. He had two men with him.one a Navy officer, the other a civilian, and a boy of around seven."
Wednesday, April 09, 2003
Hope was not an option. Attwood examined the DVD and then made a telephone call to London.
"Hello Roger, it's me Attwood. Do you recall your grandfather telling you about the Aryan ideal the Nazis were working on?—Yes I realize that, but your grandfather knew the risk when he volunteered. Your great grandmother was German, he spent his holidays in Hamburg. Now, I just found out that the Allies were working on a counter production of their own, creating a group in a similar vein." He waited for ten minutes. The one on the other end did not hang up the telephone. "Yes I can make a copy. By the looks of it, it doesn't have a Country Classification. I'll get on it right away."
The Company that convert DVDS for other countries, was only to glad to help. Meanwhile Sloan and Ed examined the original, and the effect it would have on the theory that Dominants were a higher form of human beings.
"If we were there from the beginning, how come there's no evidence of it?" asked Sloan, looking over the section where the man talked about the still born children.
"You heard of Cain, haven't you?" asked Ed, "sent out on the world with a mark on his face. Built a city, and then Lamech his descendant, killed a youth who probably just touched his arm when passing. Sounds like Dominant behavior to me."
"The Bible's all theory, Evolution is fact." .
"I was raised on the Bible since I was a kid. Besides it makes sense. The first Dominants were born from human beings. They came from Mexico. They were for the most part Caucasian, Mark being the exception but then one of his ancestors could have come from the West Indies. And why didn't the other Europeans living in Mexico and in the same climate, change or give birth to Dominants? There had to be something more than a climatic change."
"Well Walter should be back soon. He's sending a copy of the DVD off to England. A friend of his had a grandfather who worked in the War Office."
"I didn't think Walter was that old," said Ed.
"He isn't. He was the only child of an older couple. I heard that he used to belong to the Navy Seals, but got injured."
"Okay I take back all I thought about him basking in other people's glory."
They checked the return address on the parcel. If they could find out where this came from, they could find out the name of the Dominant who sent it and perhaps question him.
"He could be like Shane," said Sloan.'
"But then he could be like Lewis," said Ed, "They are quite ruthless. They don't do something unless it is for their advantage."
That was true, but they had to try anyway. Sloan went to the computer, looking through the Mexican post offices, and finding someone in that particular area. He telephoned the Mexican police chief of that district and found most of the inhabitants disappeared, leaving the town deserted. That is, until a few years later, when the areas around the town suddenly became inhabited. He assumed the original townspeople were returning. Of course, if they stayed away, he would not blame them. The rurales had found a few scattered bone fragments. They did not have the technology of the United States, but found that these were quite recent and by the knife cuts, bullet holes, and teeth marks, had died a horrible death. The Rurales also found some of the bones had been crushed, and when one was sent to the Lab at Mexico City, they determined the victim had been alive at the time.
They waited for Attwood's return, keeping an eye on the street. Limousine Lady's goons were out there. It had been difficult to sneak the equipment past their eyes. Both Sloan and Ed had to sell some of their furniture to purchase the necessary computers and Attwood had telephoned a friend who used to live in Vermont for a favor. His friend had a cousin who was in the Marines who knew someone in the Pentagon who knew someone who knew someone else. In other words, it would take some time to get things ready for Tom's rescue.
Sloan telephoned Ray using a secure line and told him where they were. So far Attwood's former employer had not spotted them. They assumed that Ed and Sloan were a young married couple who had just rented the apartment. Sloan's hair felt itchy after wearing that wig and it felt like hours taking off that blonde makeup. Ed had a rash from removing that fake nose and cheek piece, and he still felt off balance.
"I don't want to go through it again," she said.
"Dominos Pizza!" The door bell rang.
"Quick Sloan, hide. I'll get my gun."
The door opened. "Sloan? Ed?"
They took one look and laughed out loud. "Ray, come in!" said Ed, "it looks like the uniform's too tight."
"It's the best I could do," he said, handing them a large box in a red covering, "Wait here:" He signaled to another man and handed him the cover, and several small bills. "Thanks Bill."
"Bill's father is a policeman like myself. He's also a stock car driver in his spare time. He'll have no trouble eluding those creeps. So are we go on rescuing Tom?"
Ed explained about the DVD. Attwood was right now making a copy. He should have been back by now, and they were worried. It had been two hours.
"It takes time to make a copy," said Ray, "In the meantime, how are we going to rescue Tom?"
"Attwood knows someone, a former Navy man, well he was out of it for a while, because of a bone injury. Now, he's back in," said Ed.
"Actually, I can tell it myself," said Attwood. He had two men with him.one a Navy officer, the other a civilian, and a boy of around seven."
Wednesday, April 09, 2003