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Pinpoint Analysis - Part 24

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental


From Part 23

"Adams is using you. He's hoping the whole thing can be blamed on you and get the navy off the hook. If you meddle enough, he can point the finger at you. He wants you to continue the investigation, so he asked you to find his wife. Telepathy is great, Daddy! You're being played. So just play along. If they sense you know, you may be in more danger.

"Let's clear up the mystery of the three's before you go, too. Three is a most powerful number down here. It has to do with power and growth. It has to do with manifestation. Most importantly, Daddy, three is the first number to which the meaning "all" was given.

"Satan wants to be all. He uses Abaddon to that end. He derives his power from the number three. The ships are always launched on days of three. July 12th - 1+2=3. July 18th - 1+8=9, but yet nine can be divided by three equalling three. July 21st . . ."

"I get it. I get it. The days the planes and ship went missing."


"Hey, Les. Les. Come help us pull this one in." Hoss yelled through the night air. "Come on, Les." There was no answer.

Deb answered, "Don't lose that tuna. I'll find him.

She turned to the other side of the vessel. Les was laying face down drenched in sweat, not moving.

Continuing

Deb called for Hoss and Al. "There's something wrong. We need to get him to the hospital."

Hoss carefully turned Les on his back. He began to breathe again, although labored. The touch of his skin was not just warm, but hot.

A frightened Deb and a bewildered Al looked on. Hoss's mind was turning. "Al, quick! Check our coordinates."

Within seconds Al returned with the information. Hoss wasn't surprised. "Pull anchor and get us out of here right now!"

Al didn't ask any questions. He obediently attended to his task as Deb and Hoss gathered some rags and a bucket of water in an effort to cool Les's body. Between tears, Deb asked, "Hoss, what's happening?"

"You really don't know, do you? What do you know about Les's part in a Navy investigation?"

All of a sudden, everything was making sense to Deb. "It's the electromagnetism, isn't it?"

"It is. This is the hottest spot in the entire Triangle for radiation. Les wanted me to take the WSVN helicopter to a point directly above us. He was to meet his daughter here. I couldn't take him up, but I fell right into his plan when I invited him to fish with us tonight. He didn't even have to be lowered in the water from the chopper. He's already here."

"Hoss, Les's daughter is dead. The electromagnetic fields he's been exposed to have caused severe brain damage. He only imagines he can meet his daughter. She's dead and he lives in a dream world.

"The Navy is getting him some good, medical help, but he'll never be the same. I need to get in touch with Secretary Adams. Maybe there's something he can do."

With the mention of Adams, Les stirred and struggled to sit up. "No, you're not calling Adams. He the enemy. Trista told me so." He slumped down again.

"See, I told you, Hoss. He has no idea what he's saying."

Al came running. "We're underway. Is he going to be okay?"

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Hoss shrugged, "We don't know. Let's get to the wheelhouse. We can talk on the way back to Miami." The three carried Les and carefully placed him on a seat. Al took the wheel. Les stood on one side, Deb on the other as they discussed the situation.

Hoss was hesitant to bring it up but decided he needed to. He turned to Deb. "Are you aware that it was the helicopter I was piloting that forced your daughter's plane into the pocket of radiation that took her plane?"

"What are you talking about?"

"There is a point in the sky where the electromagnetic forces seem to be focused, At certain times, planes flying through that point just disappear. Les and I were doing some investigative work . . . "

"Oh. So you work for the Navy, too?"

"No. I was just helping Les. Anyway, we were approaching that point - we call it air-zero. You know, kind of like ground-zero, the point of no return - yeah, well, anyway, we were nearing the point when we saw your daughter's plane heading right for us. I jerked the copter away from the plane, and the turbulence of the two vehicles did the rest. Pulled the plane right into air-zero. It was gone.

"I understand the effects of the electromagnetism on Les, but I have to wonder, is he also suffering from guilt? I know I am. Deb. I'm so sorry, but it does feel good to come clean."

Hoss unintentionally opened another wound in Deb's already crushed heart. A look of pain and upset covered her face.

Hoss spoke again. "I can tell you're angry with me - and you have every right to be. All I can do or say is I'm sorry. I know it's not the same, but it hurts me, too."

Deb avoided Hoss's eyes. "I'm not angry with you as much as I am with Les. She was our daughter. He should have let me know what he was doing. Even now, I could deal with it if he just told me."

"He would have liked to, I'm sure, but he has to live with the secret. It's a secret government mission. You know that. I've told you too much already. I'm not bound by a government contract, but Les could be in danger if too much information is given away.

"Besides, he certainly is paying the price for his investigation. As you said, he'll never be the same. Don't be too hard on him. It won't change the facts, Deb. Forgive me. Forgive him. I really think that's what your daughter would want, don't you?"

She turned and stared at the dark, night sky. Hoss! Hoss! Did you see that?"

A flash of light blazed through the sky disappearing beneath the waters where the boat had been anchored. Even though miles away, the waves began to roll heavier against the fishing vessel as the bright object displaced the water.

"What was that?" Al asked.

Hoss wiped his brow. "I don't know, but we could all be dead if it wasn't for Les getting sick. We'd be miles deep in the Atlantic by now. Hey, you better call Adams and make that appointment. We're almost to shore."

Deb reached for her phone and began to dial the secretary's number. A fully awakened and energized Les jumped to his feet, grabbed the phone, and threw it overboard. Hoss rushed toward him in an attempt to calm him down.

"Les. Les, buddy. Let's sit down here. Let's talk about this." Hoss moved in close and put his arm around Les's shoulder. You're sick, buddy. We need to get you some help. Adams isn't the enemy, He wants to help you through this."

With all the casualness Hoss could muster, he slowly removed his arm from Les's shoulder and stood to face Les. His forearm was burning with pain. He could only hope it wasn't too late. He rolled up his sleeve to expose deep burn marks. "Deb, you make me an appointment, too. Maybe you better make an appointment for all of us."

© 2019 William Kovacic

Comments

William Kovacic (author) from Pleasant Gap, PA on March 04, 2019:

Thanks, Lawrence!

Lawrence Hebb from Hamilton, New Zealand on March 03, 2019:

Awesome. Thats all I can say.

William Kovacic (author) from Pleasant Gap, PA on February 09, 2019:

Thanks, Eric.

Eric Dierker from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on February 09, 2019:

Wonderful, just wonderful.

William Kovacic (author) from Pleasant Gap, PA on February 08, 2019:

I'm glad you're enjoying it, Lori. For some reason, this chapter was a lot easier for me to write. At least it seemed that way. We still have a way to go yet, but we'll get there.

Lori Colbo from United States on February 08, 2019:

Riveting Bill. I mean it. Just a great read. You must have done a lot of research for this story. I hope Les is healed. I can't wait until the book is published. I will buy it for sure.

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