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- The Marisol Deception - Part 14
There is something bigger happening behind the scene of everyday life. Maybe too big.
From Part 14
“We can’t fight Marisol in our own strength. We need to fight in the Spirit of Christ. That means that first, we must accept His sacrifice as full payment for our failures, our mistakes, our sin. Are you with me?” Kinsley nodded.
“Second, we must follow His direction. He must be our guide. We must place our trust in Him. He will make our way known if we will follow Him. Still with me?: Kinsley nodded again. “Okay, let’s go!”
“Great! But where are we going?”
“Area 51. I’ve learned Marisol is to meet with President Dickinson Wednesday afternoon. We’ve got to see from the inside what’s happening.”
“Wait a minute. You’re telling me we’re going to raid Area 51 - just you and me? And just how do you plan to do that?”
”Yep, that’s what we’re going to do. How? I don’t know.”
When ye therefore shall see the abomination of desolation, spoken of by Daniel the prophet, stand in the holy place, (whoso readeth, let him understand:) Then let them which be in Judaea flee into the mountains . . . For then shall be great tribulation, such as was not since the beginning of the world to this time, no, nor ever shall be. - Matthew 24:15, 16, 21
Tony and Kinsley sat on the living room floor, textbooks, reference books, and a large map of Area 51 spread out before them. The fortress they were studying seemed unconquerable. Kinsley would have been happy to take another route, but Tony was adamant. They would infiltrate Area 51 one way or another.
Kinsley turned a page. “You know, the easiest way to do this is to climb the fence. There’s not a single picture in this book where someone is monitoring checkpoints. We could probably just walk in.”
“Oh, please. Don’t be so simple. The place is covered with electronic surveillance. Whoa. What if . . .” Tony paused to reevaluate a passing thought. What if we dressed in military garb? What if we appeared just like everyone else on base? Maybe we could walk in without question. What do you think?”
“I think we should climb the fence. I mean, really, there’s not even barbed wire.”
“No, come on. What do you think?”
Kinsley stopped to consider, then she shook her head. “No, I just don’t feel comfortable doing that. I’m not the military type. I think I’d give us away. Do you have any other ideas?”
Followed by silence, Tony jumped up. “Yes! Yes, I do! We’ll parachute! I have a pilot friend. He can fly us over the compound, and we jump. How complicated can that be?”
“What about all your electronic surveillance?”
“It’s everywhere. At least we won’t be stopped at the gate. We’ll plan it for a night when the clouds are heavy.”
An anxious Kinsley looked at Tony. “What about the no-fly zone? Planes can be shot down if they fly over the area. We might end up dead before we jump.”
“Not a chance. The Air Force won’t attack a privately owned plane. There would be a loud outcry from US citizens. They won’t risk it. I’ll call my friend.”
"Tony, are you sure? I don't have a good feeling about it. There must be another way."
"There are dozens of ways, but this will work. I know it will. We have to do this, and we both know it."
Tony dialed the number, and a short conversation followed. “Great! We’re set for Tuesday night at 1:00 a.m. The cloud cover should be especially thick at that time.”
A nervous Kinsley asked, “Have you ever parachuted before?”
“Oh, many times. You have, haven’t you?”
“Don’t worry. There’s nothing to it. We’ll go tandem. It will all work out fine.”
Tuesday night arrived, and so did the nerves. Neither Kinsley nor Tony wanted to go through with it, but they knew they had to. They were in too deep. The plane lifted off the runway. There was no turning back. All too soon they were approaching Area 51. The door opened, and at the right moment, they jumped. Free-falling was exhilarating. Adrenaline was flowing freely and fast. The chute opened, and they glided safely to the ground - inside Area 51.
They heard a loud explosion. Fire lit the night sky. The plane and pilot had been shot down. Kinsley’s and Tony’s heart sank. The horror of that moment added to their fear. The Air Force wasn't playing games. With the loss of their friend, the danger was all the more real. Whether they had been detected was not clear.
Tony mapped out Area 51 in his mind. He knew where they needed to go to get to the underground elevator that led to Marisol’s chamber. Slowly, carefully, and quietly they moved through the night. No one was in sight as they entered the elevator. They descended into the heart of the earth. Tony noticed a box in the elevator's corner and reached to examine it. The door opened.
A not-so-friendly employee met them and demanded to know their business. Tony uttered the first thing that came to his mind. “We have a package to deliver to Marisol.”
“Take a left at the end of the hall. Third door on your right.”
Other than the loss of plane and pilot, things were progressing smoothly. Once inside the conference room, the two squeezed into a closet and waited for the afternoon conference with Marisol and Dickinson. It was questionable whether they could last nine hours tucked away in the tiny closet. They both realized it wasn’t a matter of could they, but a matter of they had no choice.
The day passed. Marisol, Dickinson, and Wexford entered the room. The meeting began.
Marisol spoke first. “Men, we have important business to attend to. Stay focused. I intentionally did not call Jeff Harding and, what’s her name? Oh, yes. Claire Oliver to the meeting. They have been nothing but trouble since the beginning. Kerry, you must eliminate them. I don’t care how or where. Do it yourself or hire someone else. Just do it!”
Kinsley was ready to storm from her hiding place and set Marisol straight, but Tony pulled her back. They continued to listen.
"It's time to present the abomination, Aaron."
Dickinson raised his eyebrows. “What do you mean by the abomination?”
“The abomination of desolation. The Jews detest pigs. You will earn their fear by walking into their temple and sacrificing a pig upon their holy altar. When they see what you have done, no God-fearing Jew dare stand against you. Slowly, over time, we will eliminate all Jews from the face of the earth, This is just the beginning.”
“And just when do we plan to do this, Marisol?”
“Tomorrow. You leave tomorrow. The rest of the plan will be given to you when you arrive in Tel-Aviv. Men, take a break. Be back here in fifteen minutes and we’ll proceed.”
Dickinson and Wexford stood and walked out of the room. Marisol picked up the phone and began dialing. “Larry, you and Harrison get in here immediately!” She then scribbled a note and handed it to Larry and Harrison as they entered the room.
Short and to the point, it read, There are two people hiding in the closet. Bring them out for questioning and then prepare for their execution.
They made their way to the closet door and yanked it open. There was no more hiding. They brought Kinsley and Tony face to face with Marisol. She was more intimidating than either imagined, but they put on their strong faces hoping Marisol wouldn’t see through.
What seemed as omniscience to Kinsley and Tony, Marisol asked, “Now, Miss Oliver and Mr. Manichetti, please tell me your business.”
Tony wasted no time as he blurted out, “We know what you’re up to, and we won’t allow it.”
“Yes, you and who else? It will take many more than the two of you to stop me. I really thought, Miss Oliver, you would explode in the closet when I mentioned your mother’s execution, but it has to be. She knows too much. Besides, she’s worthless, just like you and your friend. Anyway, your execution will take place before your mother so you don’t have to worry about it. Men, take them, and prepare them for execution.”
Across from the conference room was a small room. Kinsley and Tony were led there to await execution. The room looked more like a woodworker’s workshop than a holding cell. The lone table in the room was covered with tools - hammers, pliers, screwdrivers, and one hot iron.
Tony had to ask, “How do you perform executions here?”
Harrison chuckled as he smiled to reveal two missing front teeth. “We use several methods. One of our favorites, and the one we’ll use on you, is to first pull out your fingernails one by one with the pliers. Then with the hot poker, we’ll burn out your eyes. It’s not bad except when the cornea melts and runs down your cheek. If we have to kill you, we might as well have fun, right?” Harrison winked at Larry.
Trying to put on a brave front, Tony continued, “Okay, I get the torture part, but how do you execute us?”
Larry answered that one. “We take you to the acid bath. The acid begins to work immediately, and in time, there will be nothing left, not even bones. No trace and no foul odors of decaying bodies. As you can see, the table is prepared. All the tools we need are right here. We’ll be back in a few minutes. We need to get the bath ready.”
Harrison followed Larry out the door and turning around, he locked it.
- The Marisol Deception - Part 16
No one trespasses on Area 51 without serious repercussions. No exceptions!
© 2020 William Kovacic
William Kovacic (author) from Pleasant Gap, PA on July 28, 2020:
Yes, it does, Denise. Probably more than we realize.
Denise McGill from Fresno CA on July 26, 2020:
Well, that accounts for a lot of "missing" people, doesn't it?
William Kovacic (author) from Pleasant Gap, PA on May 30, 2020:
It seems like I'm behind all the time, Lawrence. What happens next? I guess we'll see shortly. Always glad to have you stop by for a visit!
Lawrence Hebb from Hamilton, New Zealand on May 30, 2020:
Wow! I've really gotten behind, and this story is coming along really well. I'm fascinated as to what's going to happen next.
William Kovacic (author) from Pleasant Gap, PA on May 22, 2020:
You may have, Lori. Anyway, I'm glad to have you back. Thanks for stopping by!
Lori Colbo from Pacific Northwest on May 21, 2020:
I remember reading this before. At least I think I did. The fence part is very familiar. The suspense for `16 is building.
William Kovacic (author) from Pleasant Gap, PA on April 29, 2020:
Thanks, Dora. Part 16 will reveal the particulars - I think!
Dora Weithers from The Caribbean on April 28, 2020:
WOW! If they survived this far, I suspect they can survive the visit. But how? I'm wondering if you even figured it out, Bill! This is off the charts.
William Kovacic (author) from Pleasant Gap, PA on April 28, 2020:
Thanks, Bill. "Grisly" was a word I hadn't thought of, but I'll take it as something good.
Bill Holland from Olympia, WA on April 28, 2020:
Grisly and fascinating all at the same time. That's hard to do, like Silence of the Lambs...you don't want to watch but you can't pull yourself away from it. Well done my friend.