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The Marisol Deception - Part 16



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 15

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.

Kinsley and Tony waiting for the inevitable

Kinsley and Tony waiting for the inevitable


Preparing for the inevitable, Kinsley and Tony slouched in their chairs. In his mind, Tony reviewed his life before asking Kinsley, “In all your years, what stands out to you as significant?”

“Without a doubt, the circumstances that brought me to a personal relationship with Jesus Christ. I don’t just know of Him. I know Him. I have a personal knowledge of Him and His plan for my life. If my life is to end in the next few minutes, I know I’ll see Him. I have the assurance that nothing can separate me from His love.

“But beyond that, I remember my father. He was such a loving man. I love my mother, too, but she never gave him a chance. She was always nagging him about something. Do you have any regrets, Tony?”

“I can honestly say, no, not one. For sure there are things I wish I might have done differently, but all my mistakes add up to make me who I am today. They’ve shaped me. I’m the sum total of my right choices and my terrible choices. It’s all me. I’m satisfied with that. Hey, maybe we should look for a way to get out of here. I’ll check the door. You pray.”

The door wouldn’t budge, Harrison made sure the lock was secure. Kinsley’s prayer did nothing to release the door. Once again, both slumped in their chairs to await the return of Larry and Harrison.


For the first time, Tony noticed a heavy, oak bookshelf in the far corner of the room.

“Come on, Kinsley. We’re not going down without a fight. Help me move that bookshelf by the door. When those two thugs come back, we’ll tip it over. That should startle them, and we can dance out the door. Come on. Help me push.”

After several minutes of pushing, the gigantic piece of furniture had only moved a few inches. They gave one more shove. That’s when Kinsley’s surprised eyes could see behind the object. What was behind the bookshelf wasn’t a wall but a door.
“Tony, hurry! Keep pushing. We can escape through the door.”

The two continued to push until there was enough room for Kinsley to slide behind and open the door. The adrenaline rush was quickly put to rest as disappointment set in. The door was also locked. Discouragement turned to hopelessness as the two huddled on the floor.

Tony placed his arm around Kinsley. “You know, we are where we are supposed to be. It’s part of God’s plan.”

“I know, but I’m scared.”

“I’m scared, too, but we are where we are supposed to be. It’s not up to us. There’s nothing we can do. It’s up to God. He can rescue us, but if not, we are still where we are to be.”

Kinsley rested her head on Tony’s shoulder.


They could hear footsteps coming down the hall. There was a rattling at the door. Terror set in. A bright laser light floated around the room, then it came to a standstill on the far wall. The light was overpowering, and Kinsley and Tony squinted to see. The intense light faded to reveal a man dressed in shimmering white. He spoke.

“Don’t be afraid. God has sent me to free you. He has heard your prayer, and He has seen your faithfulness.” The angel pointed a finger at the doorknob. It fell to the floor.

“Hurry. You must hurry. They’re coming for you now.”

Making no waste of time, Kinsley and Tony bolted through the back door. With supernatural strength, the angel moved the bookshelf to the front door and waited. Larry and Harrison opened the door just as God’s angel tipped the shelf in front of the door. As it fell, it scattered books across the floor, along with pieces of broken wood.

Outside of the building, Kinsley and Tony traveled on, ducking below each window they passed. Inside, Larry and Harrison were tripping over books on their way to the back door. Just inside the door was the alarm. Harrison pulled it as they continued their chase.

The wailing alarm could be heard everywhere. The hunt was on. Kinsley and Tony turned left at the end of the building and headed for the fence. Larry and Harrison were close behind - until a beam of laser light hit them both between the eyes. They fell to the ground, not able to find their way.

After running for what seemed like miles, Kinsley and Tony stopped to rest. As they looked back, they could see Area 51 spread before them. What seemed like miles had only been a few hundred yards. The alarm still rang in their ears. They needed to find a safe place to hide for the night.

Finally, the few hundred yards turned into the several miles. The several miles turned into a town. A town with a motel. A motel with vacancies. They would be safe for the night. Before Kinsley left for her room, she looked at Tony. He saw the dejected face, eyes that spoke of failure. He looked harder to see a hint of hope but found none.

He asked, “Are you satisfied with the outcome?”

A war-weary Kinsley replied, “Was it worth the effort? Was it worth the hours of preparation? They shot down the plane and killed your friend. Aren’t we somehow responsible for that? What have we accomplished? I guess the best thing is we’re alive to tell about it, but we can’t tell anyone, anyway. Tony, we tried, but we also failed.

I’m tired. My father is dead because of Marisol. The execution of my mother will take place soon. They have taken away everyone who ever loved me. The mission failed, Tony. The mission failed.”

“First, they have not taken away everyone who ever loved you. God’s love covers all. You have infinite importance to Him. Remember what Psalm 139:17 says, ‘How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God! how great is the sum of them!’ And what about Jeremiah 29:11? ‘For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, saith the LORD, thoughts of peace, and not of evil . . . ' Don’t forget, too Hebrews 13:5 tells us, ‘I [Jesus] will never leave thee, nor forsake thee.’

"Miss Oliver, do you know the story of Colonel Sanders? This guy was 65 years old and broke when he developed his KFC recipe. He took it to over 1,000 people trying to find a sponsor. It wasn’t until he spoke to the 1,009th person that someone took him on. You know the rest of the story.

“Edison - by the way, he didn’t invent the light bulb. He refined it for commercial use, but it took him 10,000 times before he perfected it. People asked him about his failure. Do you know what he said? 'I have not failed. I’ve just found 10,000 ways that won’t work.’”

Kinsley bristled. “I don’t like the way this is going. You’re saying we need to go back in, aren’t you?”

“We only fail if we don't. I don’t know when. I don’t know how. But I know we can’t just sit back and do nothing. We’ll give it some time, but we have to finish what we started.”


Edison’s light bulb went off in Tony’s brain. “I have an idea.”

“Could we talk about it tomorrow? I need to get some sleep.”

“Promise we can talk about it tomorrow?”

A bright light pierced through the motel curtain. No, it wasn’t a laser. It was headlights aimed directly at the front door. Tony carefully peeked from the corner of the curtain.

“Hurry! Get your stuff! We have to leave by the back window.”

“Tony, we’re on the second floor of this building. We can’t just jump.”

“Jump or be executed. I choose the former. Now, let’s go!”

Tony pushed his way through the small window first. He hit the ground with a thud but immediately rose to his feet. He was ready to break Kinsley’s fall when she jumped. She heard a crash as they kicked in the front door. That was enough incentive for her to leap into Tony’s arms.

Flashlights lit the way for the intruders as they circled the motel. Knisley and Tony dodged in and out of the beams of light as they raced across the field behind the motel. Out of breath, they stopped to evaluate the situation. It was then they noticed the flashlights had disappeared. A new feeling fell over them. Was there someone in the darkness they couldn't see?

They stilled themselves and listened closely. All that could be heard were the trucks traveling down the interstate in the distance. They tried to see as best they could, but the darkness was too thick. With caution and all the bravery they could muster, they made their move back toward the motel. They would have to leave, but they needed to get the rest of their belongings.

That's when they heard a twig snap behind them.

© 2020 William Kovacic

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