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- Pinpoint Analysis - Part25
Les and Cartwright hook up for a Bible study and much more. Time is running out for Trista.
It's Time to Say Good-bye to Les and the Crew!
Well, Les has finally reached the end of the journey. We've seen him go from cocky marine biologist to a badly beaten and worn investigator for the US Navy. Radiation poisoning from the electromagnetic fields over the Bermuda Triangle have left him helpless and defeated. His twisted thoughts have brought him to one last stand. Let's look back at Part 25 before moving on.
Sunlight was streaming through Les's bedroom. It was 10:30 and Les jumped to his feet. He had slept away the better of the morning. He felt as though he had failed to come up with a plan to save Trista by sleeping away the morning, but little by little a piece to the puzzle came into focus. Then another. Then another. And finally, the big picture came into view. Les needed to call Cartwright.
While on his way to the phone, Les heard a disturbance outside. By the time he got to the door, Deb had already chased off the group of school children. Chants of "Les the Looney" floated in the air as the children ran down the street.
"What was all that noise about, Deb?"
"Don't worry about it, It's taken care of. How do you feel?"
"Great! I'm going to call Cartwright and see how he's doing." He hoped that would help ease his way out of the house later that afternoon.
He walked back into the house and quickly made his call while Deb lingered on the porch. "Hey, Cartwright. I'm working on a plan to free my daughter from the underworld. Can we get together and discuss some things?"
"Sure. I'll stop by after work this afternoon."
No. Don't do that. Deb will be here. She already thinks I'm crazy. If she hears us talking about this, she'll really think I've lost it. I'll meet you at McDonald's, say around 4:30."
A sensitive Cartwright spoke up. "Sir, are you sure you're up for this? You may or may not be crazy, but you are very sick. You need to stay rested. Let's have a Bible study and we'll talk then. I'll stop by your place. I think your wife will understand."
"Okay. See you then!"
Cartwright stood on the porch waiting for Les. Deb came to the door. "Come on in, Lieutenant. Les is waiting for you in the dining room."
As soon as Deb made her way to the laundry room, Les whispered to Cartwright, "I know how to get my daughter free. I'll do the work, but I need your input and feedback."
Cartwright listened carefully. He thought a moment before he spoke. "Doctor, with all due respect, sir, that will never work. It can't be done. Sir, please try to understand. I know you love your daughter, but the truth is she has passed from this life. Her plane has never been found. She's gone, sir . . . and it must remain that way. We need to honor her memory."
Tension began to grow. Les looked at Cartwright. "You don't believe me either. You think I'm crazy, too. You, above all people, should know the truth. You were trapped in time by the same fog that took Trista. You know I'm sane."
Cartwright was stunned. "Sir, I need to leave. I can' be a part of this crazy scheme."
"Okay, you finally admitted I'm crazy."
"I didn't say that. I said your plan is crazy. Doctor, it just won't work, even if there was a possibility of getting your daughter back." Cartwright pushed in his chair and moved toward the door.
Les's mind began to swirl. It felt as if the four walls of the house were pressing in on his head. Pain wracked his brain, but he was determined to fight through it for Trista's sake. He started a conversation with himself. "Okay. Okay, Les. Keep your head. I need to call Hoss."
"Hello, Hoss, it's me, Les. Listen ol' Buddy. I need you to get me to air-zero . . . "
Les was cut off. "Les, you know I can't do that."
"No. No, Hoss. Just hear me out."
Les repeated his plan to Hoss, but Hoss stood firm. "Les, are you feeling okay? I know you've been through a lot." Les's body and brain were beginning to give out. He mustered the strength to make it to the front door. Deb was still in the laundry room.
He stared at the picture of Deb framed on the living room wall. A tear fell from his eye. His chest tightened as he remembered the first time they met, the joy she brought to his life. Truly his life was all it was meant to be. She made it that way. He knew he would never see her again, and perhaps it was better that way. He thought to himself, "I'm ready for the storm."
He closed the door quietly behind him and started down the street. Moments later, Deb returned to the dining room expecting to see Cartwright and Les. Neither were seen. Deb ran to the bedroom. The room was empty. She ran to the porch. No sight of anyone. In a panic, she called Cartwright.
"Cartwright, is Les with you?"
"No. I left about ten minutes ago."
Deb was frantic. She knew what could happen if Les was by himself. "I can't find him anywhere!"
Keeping it to himself, Cartwright was sure he knew where Les was headed. "Mrs. Griffin, I'll go look for him. You stay there. You need to be there when he comes home."
As she disconnected the call, another one came through. Thinking it might be Les, Deb quickly answered. It was Hoss.
"Hey, Deb. Hoss here. I was just talking to Les. May I speak to him, please."
"He's not here, Hoss. I have no idea where he went, but I need to find him. He's not only dangerous to others, but he's a major danger to himself. Do you know where he might be, Hoss?"
"Actually, I think I do. You stay put. I'll look for him."
She knew it was best, but after being told by two people to stay at the house, she wasn't sure she could handle it anymore. She stepped out on the porch. A pelting rain was coming down. The wind slapped her in the face over and over. She decided to take the advice and wait by the phone.
Cartwright intercepted Les first. He was about three blocks from the WSVN heliport. Hoss knew exactly where he was headed as he jerked his vehicle into the WSVN parking lot. Just then Cartwright and Les pulled up.
"Hoss, help me talk some sense into this guy. He's determined to take the WSVN helicopter to look for his daughter."
Les slipped out the vehicle's door and ran as fast as he could toward the 'copter. Hoss and Cartwright chased after him, but the two of them couldn't hold him down. Finally, Cartwright yelled in Les's direction, "Okay. You win. I'll take you up."
Hoss looked at Cartwright. "You can pilot one of these things?"
"If I can fly a Navy jet, I can fly a simple helicopter. Yes, Hoss. I can fly the machine."
Within minutes, Cartwright and Les were up and chugging over the Atlantic toward air-zero. Cartwright couldn't believe he was doing this.
The risks were high for both men, but Les would have it no other way. Once the men reached the air-zero coordinates, Cartwright lifted the helicopter straight up and out of sight. In a flash of light, they entered the underworld. Abaddon was there to meet them.
Les shouted as he came face to face with Abaddon. "I came to make a deal with you."
Abaddon roared with laughter. "All deals must be made through my superior. he goes by many names - the accuser, lucifer, angel of light - oh, he loves that one. he has people fooled with religion. They call him the devil. You most likely know him as satan. Come, he will be glad to discuss your, um, deal." He continued with his sick laughter.
"Your Highness, I bring you Les Griffin and his companion. Oh, I'm so sorry. I don't believe we have met. What is your name?"
Cartwright was petrified with fear. He couldn't speak. Les interrupted, "His name is Cartwright. Now, let's get on with this."
The god of all evil stood. "So what about this deal? I'm always open to deals as long as I get the winning side of things."
Free my daughter and I offer my . . . "
Cartwright landed a hard elbow in Les's ribs. "You can't do this!"
"Watch me! It was your idea. Remember, 'Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.' Love isn't love unless it involves sacrifice. You talked about Moses being willing to forfeit his life for his people. The Apostle Paul, he was willing to be cursed for his people. Well, Cartwright, I'm willing to take the curse for my daughter."
Satan voiced his thoughts, "I don't have all day. What's the deal?"
"I'm here to offer myself as a sacrifice for my daughter. Set her free, and I'm yours."
"Oh, please. Why in the underworld would I trade a sickly old man for a child? That won't work."
Les was in a panic. "Set her free, and I'll walk to the gate - right now!"
Cartwright was overcome with Les's sincerity and conviction. "What the doctor means is I'm part of the deal, too. Two for one. Set his daughter free and we'll both go with you."
Les shot a glance in Cartwright's direction. "No, this is my battle. There's no need for you to get involved. I won't be responsible for bringing you down, too."
"No, Doctor. I must do this." Cartwright swallowed hard. He tried to make light of the situation. "I need to practice what I preach."
The devil spoke up again, "Boys, boys, boys. I don't have time for all of this. Two for one? Done! Come with me."
A rebellious Les looked him straight in his burning red eyes. Not a chance until you set Trista free!"
"Okay. Yes. I must keep my part of the deal. Abaddon, release Trista Griffin. Boys come over here. You can watch it happen on this screen."
The three stood watching as Abaddon angrily escorted Trista through the cold, Atlantic waters. Breaking the surface, he pointed to a ship in the distance. "That's your ticket home. Take it. I'll see you later."
Trista began to thrash in the water as she yelled as loud as she could gaining the attention of the ship's crew. Les and Cartwright watched as she was safely taken onboard.
The evil one spoke again. "Let's go, I kept my part. Now it's your turn."
The three began to walk down a narrow hall. Les had one more question. "So tell me. What was so special about those navy planes and ship. Why did you take them?"
The devil chuckled. "I know what those unofficial reports say. The Navy has opened the gate to hell. As you might suspect there are several gates that lead to the abyss. What really happened is the Navy closed two of the gates. Their faulty experiments at AUTEC. They messed things up really bad down here. They had to pay."
At the end of the hall, the three turned left and headed down another hall. Gradually the dim light faded into outer darkness. It became darker than darker. Blacker than black. It was a strange black. In reality, all color was gone including black. It wasn't a black that could be seen. It was a black that could only be felt - thick and weighty.
As they continued through the emptiness, a faint red glow appeared in the distance. With each step, it grew in intensity. Les remembered it as the gate Trista had shown him. He was filled with sorrow once again as he faced the fact he would never see her again. He tried to take comfort knowing she was safe and would soon be with her mother.
As the three continued on, a terrible heat broke forth. The devil spoke up, "Okay sailor. This is where you stop. Abaddon will take you back. You're not needed yet."
A surprised Cartwright couldn't believe it. For a moment, the horror and the terror of the moment left, but only for a moment. "I can't go back. I'm staying with my friend."
A surprised devil couldn't believe it. "It doesn't work that way. It's not your time. Now, go back."
Cartwright looked at Les. Les gave Cartwright an understanding look. "Go back, my friend. I will forever remember you."
Les continued toward the burning gate. The closer he got, the hotter it became. It felt as if Les's skin was melting and falling off his body. Satan let him know that his soul was being stripped of its body. Soon, the soul would be naked - no protection, no hiding.
They stopped a few feet from the gate. It was huge, several stories high and perhaps just as wide. The devil spoke and the gate opened. "This is it, Griffin. It's time to pay your debt. Step into the abyss."
Slowly, Les inched forward. He knew what the next step would bring. Overcome with fear, he couldn't move. The devil moved in to give him a push. He placed his hands on Les's shoulders. With one swift shove, Les should have been thrown into the pit. Instead, there was a brilliant flash of light, and a voice boomed through the caverns of the underground. "Les Griffin is my child. he belongs to me. He was bought with my blood. He is my child. He is set free from your rule. I, the Lord have spoken."
Deb heard the car pull in the driveway. A frantic Hoss and Cartwright ran to the door. "Mrs. Griffin. Call the ambulance! He's very sick. He's burning up. There are burns all over him. The radiation's taken over. Call the ambulance.
Ten minutes passed, but finally, the ambulance arrived and Les was rushed to the hospital. Deb, Hoss, and Cartwright followed close behind.
Once at the hospital the paramedics approached Deb. "Mrs. Griffin, during the entire trip your husband kept mumbling and asking if his daughter returned safely. Is there something he should know?"
"Oh, I'm so sorry. He's hallucinating again. The radiation causes that from time to time. Will he be okay?"
"He should be. You got him here just in time. We'll have to see what the doctor says. You can have a seat in the waiting room. We should know something soon.
Deb knew soon never meant soon at the hospital. She settled in for a long wait. Her thoughts were interrupted by her ringing cell phone. She quickly picked it up.
"Mom, it's me. Trista . . . "
© 2019 William Kovacic
William Kovacic (author) from Pleasant Gap, PA on March 04, 2019:
Thanks, Lawrence. Now, it's time to move on to something else.
Lawrence Hebb from Hamilton, New Zealand on March 03, 2019:
What a great ending!
William Kovacic (author) from Pleasant Gap, PA on March 01, 2019:
Thanks, Bill. I appreciate your support throughout the years.
Bill Holland from Olympia, WA on February 28, 2019:
A great wrap-up to what has been a thoroughly enjoyable story. Best wishes with the upcoming book. Well done my friend!
William Kovacic (author) from Pleasant Gap, PA on February 27, 2019:
Thanks, Lori. Now, it's time for the fun stuff.
Lori Colbo from Pacific Northwest on February 27, 2019:
Slam dunk on this spectacular ending. I was moved indeed and on the edge of my seat. I was so relieved when the Lord showed up. God job on this great story. I hope its publication will prosper for you.
William Kovacic (author) from Pleasant Gap, PA on February 27, 2019:
Hi, Eric. I'm glad I was able to turn the faucet on. I'm also honored that you followed along on Les's journey. I need a break.
Eric Dierker from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on February 27, 2019:
I am a cry baby and this put the faucets on. Choose love and miracles happen. It ain't the devil's choice, It's God's. Radiation poisoning is not as bad as they say. I am a "downwinder" and know. White Sands.