Pinpoint Analysis - Part25
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- Pinpoint Analysis - Part 24
Radiation pours through Les's body as he visits the location he believes he will meet his daughter. But now it's affected more than just Les.
From Part 24
We last left Les and Deb onboard Al Clemson's fishing vessel. Les guides the boat to a spot on the Atlantic to supposedly meet with his daughter in her under the sea prison. It also just happens to be the hottest spot in the Bermuda Triangle for radiation.
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."
"Mrs. Griffin, this is Lieutenant Cartwright. I heard about your husband's ordeal. How is he coming along?"
"He's doing much better, thank you. Would you like to speak to him?"
"I'd love to. Thank you, Mrs. Griffin."
Before passing the phone to Les, Deb switched on the phone speaker. She hated to treat Les like a child, but it was necessary with Les's deteriorating condition. Les took the phone. "Hey, Lieutenant. How are you?"
The chit-chat began, but Cartwright was working toward an objective. "Doctor, I'm involved in a Bible study with some of the other sailors. We'd like to include you."
Deb grabbed the phone before Les could answer. "Lieutenant, I'm afraid the doctor is in no shape to go anywhere right now, but thank you."
"Mrs. Griffin, would it be acceptable with you if we brought the Bible study to your home. There's only me and two other men. We'd really like to get the Doctor involved."
Deb thought for a moment. "You know, that might actually be good for Les. If you don't mind the trip, our house is open to you. Say - Friday afternoon, at 2:00 o'clock?"
Now all Les had to do was to wait until Friday, and he did, very impatiently.
The doorbell rang and Deb greeted Cartwright and his friends. She led them to the dining room table. Les was already seated with his Bible open.
The men turned to I Corinthians 13:4. Cartwright began to read, "Charity suffereth long, and is kind; charity envieth not; charity vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up, Doth not behave itself unseemly, seeketh not her own, is not easily provoked, thinketh no evil; Rejoiceth not in iniquity, but rejoiceth in the truth; Beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things.
Cartwright explained some of the archaic words and continued "Men, That is God's definition of charity or love. Jesus was and is our example to follow. He said, 'This is my commandment, That ye love one another, as I have loved you. Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.' He said this knowing full well that soon He would indeed lay down His life for all who would come to Him."
A deep impression had been made upon Les as he saw the love of God modeled in Cartwright and his new friends. He wanted to love more deeply, be more committed, and act more sincerely. He marveled at the fact that Jesus had willingly given His life so that Les could live eternally with Him.
Les thought, "What a tremendous sacrifice! It certainly took a deep love for Jesus to lay down His life. And then, He rose from the grave three days later. Truly, 'Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.'" The spiritual stimulus stimulated his body as well. He insisted Deb take him for a walk before dinner.
Although invigorated for a time, Les knew he needed to get some rest. His weakening body was making a statement, "If you want me to stick around, you better take care of me," it said.
Les climbed into bed and within minutes fell into a deep sleep - at least he appeared to be. Inside his mind was turning over and over again. Too many thoughts to process. As his mind faded out, he heard Trista's voice.
"Daddy, time is winding down for me here. The line is getting shorter by the minute."
"Trista, Honey, I'm going to get you out - somehow. I promise."
"Daddy, don't make promises you can't keep. You can't get me out. It's impossible."
"No, really. I'm working on a plan."
"And just what would that be?"
"I don't know right now. Like I said, I'm working on it."
"Daddy, save yourself the trouble. Look, I know you have your appointment with the Navy doctor soon. I know you don't want to go through with it, but you need to. Adams will be suspicious if you don't. Just be careful. Don't take any medication they may try to force on you and don't let them give you any shots. You don't need medication. This is just an office visit, a consultation, so stick to it. Don't let them intimidate you. No mind-altering drugs.
"Okay, Daddy, I have to go. It's time for a bed check. This will all end someday when my number is up. But for now, I'm still very much human and very much alive. Love you, Daddy."
The bed was soaked. Les was sweating profusely. He rolled over as Trista slowly disappeared. Now fully awake, his burden became finding a way to free his daughter from the clutches of Abaddon before it was eternally too late. As long as she was alive in her city under the Atlantic, she was safe, but once she died, her end would be sealed in the pit of hell.
Les had to act fast. However, he was exhausted from his experience onboard Al's fishing boat. He tried to remain alert and think through a plan to save Trista, Sleep once again overtook him.
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."
- Pinpoint Analysis - Part 26 (Conclusion)
Les's investigation has come full-circle. The conclusion? - well, maybe there isn't a conclusion,
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