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  Chapter 31

  Santo returned to the mansion and Maria’s laboratory. Obeying the note attached to the door, he knocked and waited for an invitation to enter. When nothing happened, nobody yelling at him to come in or the door swinging open, he took a chance and hesitantly entered. He saw her sitting at her desk wrapped up in whatever she was doing with two computers and earphones tightly attached. In order not to startle her or worse, be snapped at, he was careful to inch forward in what was perceived to be her line of sight.

  The ‘careful’ strategy worked. Seeing something in the corner of her eye, she removed her headphones and slowly looked up at him. He got right to the purpose of the visit.

  “The way I understand it, you are hoping to locate Anannaki DNA for some sort of a cancelation of whatever they had done to us generations ago.”

  As that was close enough for a soldier, she accepted whatever he was leading up to with a nod and added,

  “Yes. From what I hear from Zak, he might be onto something for me in that Great Gray book he is translating.”

  As Santo sat in the chair across her desk and slowly shook his head. Seeing the sign, she painfully asked,

  “Bad news?”

  He said,

  “Yes. The bad news is that there is no longer such a book.”

  Then correcting himself, he added,

  “Well yes, there still is such a book but all the pages are now blank.”

  Because she had leaned heavily on what Zak was doing, she grew confused. She pointed a finger at him and demanded,

  “A book with no words? You better start explaining yourself.”

  At that, Santo started at the beginning, explaining what Zak had said and what he saw in the surveillance tapes.

  He let it all sink in to what he saw as a devastated woman. She slowly confessed,

  “Without the Anannaki DNA and that code, I’m at a dead end then. I was really hoping there was going to be a solution in those pages.”

  He added,

  “There still might be a way of getting that code. According to Niko Waltz, the Great Grays discovered the take-over code and wrote the solution to it in that book. When the Anannaki found out about it, they came back here and destroyed that solution. All we have to do is contact the Great Gray on their planet and ask them what that code was.”

  Her look of confusion bore hard into him. She asked,

  “But how is that going to be possible? They have broken all contact with us. We have nothing to contact them with.”

  He returned a knowing look and said,

  “I think I might have that base covered. I need to talk to Quastima. Do you want to listen in?”

  She pursed her lips, vibrated out a small stream of air and said, “Well yeah.”

  Both walked over to a far corner of her laboratory where a flat piece of crystal lay on a table. With her index finger she touched an unseen actuator and instantly a 3D image of a room appeared above the surface. In the image they saw on the far wall a large picture of Belle when she was only a year old. Maria turned to Santo and tenderly said,

  “That’s their favorite picture of her.”

  Santo was not as compassionate for memories and yelled at the image,

  “Hey you two, siesta time is over, snap to.”

  A groggy Liana eventually came into view. When seeing who it was, she tried to smile but a great yawn prevented it. Although it was hard to sound sweet, she attempted it regardless.

  “What a pleasant surprise.”

  Her next question indicated her preference for the family hierarchy.

  “Where is Belle?”

  Santo said to the image,

  “This is not a social call. I need to talk to Quastima on an urgent matter. Is he still sleeping the hours away?”

  As the dejected Liana turned away, she said,

  “Yes, I’ll get him.”

  A few minutes later, an exhausted Quastima appeared in the 3D image. A yawning mouth managed to say,

  “An important matter you say?”

  “Yes, I need some information from you. You once told me that when you and your kind sat on the Vatican Council, the Sky People and the Great Grays were tolerant of each other.”

  Quastima was quick to interject,

  “Yes, but it was before the Vatican moved to Avignon. The Grays blamed us for that disastrous move and were never tolerant of us again.”

  Liana offered,

  “That was when the Sky People moved to what later became Peru and helped develop the Inca Empire.”

  Fearing that the conversation was slipping into an ancient history lesson, Santo quickly got it back on track.

  “Yes, well the point of my query is about the time when both races were at least communicating. You once said that you were able to communicate with the Great Gray planet in real time.”

  Quastima interjected,

  “Yes, almost on a weekly bases through a dimensional interphase technology that I never understood. It was the same technology that allowed Kalian to communicate with her planet in real time when she ruled the House of the Nazarene.”

  Santo remembered taking down that pixilated wall piece by piece after the Duchess had killed Kalian.

  Thinking that he was getting somewhere, he asked,

  “Whatever happened to that communication system?”

  Quastima thought for a moment and then slowly said,

  “I suppose it’s still around. The Vatican has a propensity to keep controversial secrets and lock them away. I should imagine that it is still there somewhere.”

  With the conversation over, Santo thanked Quastima for the information and stepped aside while Liana and Maria had a social conversation. When it was over, Maria asked how Santo was going to get that communicator.

  “I think I might have a way.”

  Chapter32

  This day Saint Peter’s Square is crowded with tourist, as it is most days. A man walking through the crowd does not seem interested in the newly repaired Obelisk or Bernini’s fountain destroyed last year by the Duchess’ revenge that was weakly explained to the public as a freak lightning strike. He was one of the few men in the world that knows what really happened. After passing through a narrow passage not far from the Gallinaro Tower, he entered a small gardened area and approached a three story common looking building, except for the security guard at the front door.

  After presenting his ID and security pass to the stern guard who was seemingly determined to make doubly sure he really was permitted to enter, he was finally allowed admittance. He walked down a long hall lined with Renaissance paintings by the Masters of the time. Lights shone from above implying that God approved of them. At the appropriate door, he knocked and waited for permission to enter. A ‘click’ and hiss of the door granted authorization. The door automatically swung open to reveal the Supreme Commander of Security and Secrets as well as service to the Trilogy of Cardinals, Commander Razk

  Razk held his highly secretive security position for many years. In the beginning, he was considered too young and inexperienced, but brilliance and loyalty to the Trilogy of Cardinals soon proved his worthiness. After only holding the position for a few years, his youthful appearance soon disappeared. Wrinkles and too many frowns had greatly aged him. Although he was not ordained, he always wore black suits with a white shirt without a tie. Santo also noticed that he had not gotten any better looking. Aside from having no chin to speak of, a huge nose was his prominent feature. He was also a testament to never judging a book by its cover. He looked up, pointed to a chair and said,

  “Please have a seat Captain.”

  Santo had met Commander Razk at the Vatican many times but this was the first time he had seen this office. After a quick look around and noticing the opulence, Santo sat and asked,

  “Did you get a promotion?”

  Razk laughed and reminded Santo of his high rank.

  “Keep in mind Captain, there is nothing above my position to be promoted to.”
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  He then said something that had always pleased Santo,

  “How may I be of service to you?”

  Santo was never one for idle chitchat, always right to business and so he said,

  “I am here to collect on a debt.”

  Surprised, Razk rebuked,

  “A debt? Do I dare ask what the Vatican owes the House of the Nazarene?”

  Knowing the question was coming, Santo quickly responded,

  “To rebuild the Vatican after the Duchess managed to destroy some of your buildings, you asked me to free up millions of Euro from one of your many vaults contaminated by radiation.”

  “Yes, I remember that Captain. But I also remember that it was you who contaminated that treasury.”

  Admitting that the intent was to freeze Vatican assets, Santo explained,

  “Yes, well that was years ago and by the old leader of the House, Gustav Magnus Laurent. It was done at a time when we were combatants.”

  He then added,

  “Hopefully due to a recent past event, those days are long gone.”

  Razk held up a quick finger and added,

  “That is all well and good but it was also the House of the Nazarene technology that destroyed many of our sacred treasuries and buildings. By my very position here at the Vatican, I do not feel any obligation to help the House of the Nazarene.”

  Sensing that the meeting was not going well, that despite Santo destroying the Sentinel Satellite threatening to destroy the Vatican last year, he started to get a bad feeling. That was until Razk added,

  “I am however greatly indebted to you personally and look forward to hearing how I might repay that debt. Nevertheless, please keep in mind that your new mandate to prove many alien spices inhabited this planet before the time of Adam and Eve is very contentious to our faith. The House of the Nazarene and the Vatican are still far from being on the same page. Regardless, tell me why you are here and if possible I shall see what I can do.”

  Greatly relieved, Santo explained,

  “You might not be aware but at one time the Great Gray aliens used to control the House of the Nazarene ---”

  Razk cut in with a stern statement,

  “The official Vatican position on aliens or life not of this planet is that God created life only here and therefore other lifeforms do not exist.”

  Bemused by the denial of a man who certainly should know better, Santo bolted erect and was prepared to give Razk a quick lesson on the Vatican’s true history with the Sky People. However, before a stern reminder was voiced, Razk quickly admitted,

  “Yes, I am painfully aware of our history regarding aliens sitting in on ancient Vatican council meetings. Why have you come to rub that in my face?”

  Glad that at least a dialogue had begun, Santo sat back and laid out a well-planned introspective speech.

  “It is my understanding that before the Vatican decided to move to Avignon, there was a peaceful coexistence between the Sky People and the Great Grays.”

  It was painful, but Razk nodded his agreement and Santo continued.

  “It is also my understanding that many of them communicated in real time with each other’s home planet. I am specifically interested in how the Sky People communicated with the Great Gray world from within the Vatican. That is my question to you. Does the Vatican possess or know where such a communication device is?”

  When Razk sat back looking like he had been hit on the head with a baseball bat, Santo instantly understood the answer was ‘yes’. Now the only question was would he confess to it. For the longest time Santo waited for the blank look on Razk’s face to fade. Finally he said,

  “Why is this important to you?”

  Santo proceeds to tell the story of how the Anannaki were an endangered species and had initiated a plan to convert the human DNA code to their specific code to have their kind eventually take over this planet.

  It was only then, when looking at the interest on Razk’s face that Santo hit on an impromptu plan. He sat forward and laid it on thick.

  “The Anannaki plan to interfere with God’s creation of man and destroy it. I’m simply asking for your help in preventing that and allowing God’s creation to prevail.”

  Razk cast a sly look across the desk and said,

  “You are a shrewd negotiator for your cause Captain. I took what you said as a threat that unless I help, God would be displeased with me.”

  Santo responded,

  “My intention is simply to remind you what would happen to the faith as well as the Vatican if the Anannaki plan succeeds. I’m sure that they have a different view on God and would promote their different faith once becoming successful in their colonization of Earth.”

  Feeling the consequences, Razk took in a deep breath and said,

  “So, it is up to me to save mankind as well as our faith.”

  Santo nodded and said,

  “If you don’t mind.”

  Razk lost the tension in his face, sat forward and said,

  “It is true that at one time in the Vatican’s youth, at a time when it was young and naïve, the leaders of the faith looked on what was believed at that time to be guardian angels for advice. At that time, before there was any consideration to the possibility of God creating other than life on this planet, who else could they be but angels? They even told the naïve Vatican leaders that they were angels.”

  Santo sat attentive to Razk. He also saw there was pain in what he was confessing. Perhaps he felt the shame of the Vatican’s history at that time. His hopes of getting hold of a communicator to the Great Gray planet rose.

  Razk continued.

  “Yes, before the disastrous move to Avignon it is true that there was communication between the others of God’s creation, what were thought to be a hierarchy of different angels. Each species was capable of conversation in real time through some sort of device. Then, in 1305, when Rome became too violent for a secure Vatican and with the agreement of a new French Pope, the Sky People were instrumental in moving the Vatican to the safety of Avignon. The Great Grays vehemently opposed such a move, citing that moving Vatican secret vaults would be dangerous. A rift between the Great Grays and the Sky People soon after developed. When the Great Grays convinced the Vatican that it was safe to move back to Rome, and the Sky People opposed it, was when that rift became a massive canyon and all ties and friendships between them broke off.”

  Santo was not interested in a history lesson, wanting more to get the conversation back to an interdimensional communicator. However, wisdom prevailed. As long as Razk was talking, there was a chance that he might reveal where such a device was. Patience prevailed for soon Razk did just that.

  “When the Vatican moved to Avignon, naturally so did all the secrets and treasures as well.”

  While still talking, he turned on his computer and continued,

  “Naturally some items held in secret vaults were deemed too contentious to risk bringing to Avignon.”

  There was a pause as Razk started to scroll the computer for specific information. Santo sat patiently waiting and finally Razk said,

  “Ah, here it is. At that time, twelve Monks from an Abby in the Graian Alps, in the north-west section of Italy, accepted the task of serving the will of God. Their burden was to take what at that time was referred to as the ‘tokens of God’ and hide them never to be found.”

  Santo cut in,

  “Hide them never to be found? Though I’m glad that they didn’t, why did the Vatican leaders not simply destroy all alien possessions and have it done with?”

  Razk looked up from the screen and said,

  “Because at that time it was not clear who they really were. There was always the chance they really were angels. So, mostly in fear of suffering the wrath of God and destroying something that belonged to heaven, it was kept, although in secret. It was the same for the Ark of the Covenant. It too was a communication device of the angels. It was not destroyed because it belonged to heaven.”
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  Razk waited for another question but when none came, he looked back to the screen and said,

  “In 1309 twelve Monks accustomed to cold and the danger of high altitude came to the Vatican and accepted as their duty to God to hide the ‘tokens’ along with other items that might later on be considered blasphemous to the faith. According to this report, one year later, three came back with the assurance that nobody would ever be able to find the hidden items. Apparently the secret cave is in a steep mountain of perpetual high winds and freezing temperatures.”

  Razk again looked up from the computer and added,

  “So, yes at one time there was such a communication device but not anymore.”

  Pointing to the computer, Santo asked a hopeful question.

  “Did they not report where this place is?”

  “Yes, there is a map and a journal but like I said, it is in an inhospitable place with freezing winds and steep cliffs.”

  Santo said,

  “And you are sure whatever they hid also included the Sky People’s communication equipment to the Great Gray planet?”

  Patting the computer, Razk said,

  “That’s what it says in our secret chronicles.”