EARTH PLAN (23 page)

“Where did those come from?” Charles asked.

“You might look into the work of Royal Rife and Wilhelm Reich when we get out of this jam. I think you'll find a lot of material there,” Lang said.

“I've never heard of them before,” Charles said.

“You wouldn't have, going through the regular schools,” Lang said.

“I've come across them. I'd love to find out what you know about their work,” the prof said to Lang.

“When we get the chance, one day, when this battle is all over, sure. I'd be glad to open our archives to you, friend,” Lang said and put his hand on the prof's shoulder. “For now though, we have work to do. I think the time is getting short for us to act in a big way, in fact I know this is the case. Please excuse me, I need to contact our home base and see if there's been any news.” Lang picked up the satellite phone and went to his bedroom to make the call.

Night fell, and it got very dark, very quickly in the countryside. All of the special light-blocking shades on the windows were put in place.

Lang had been on the phone for hours, and when he came out of his room the others were sitting around the table finishing dinner.

“I knocked, but I don't think you heard me, and I didn't want to disturb you further,” Wendy said and shrugged.

“Oh, that's fine,” Lang said. “I can warm something up.” He looked at the leftovers, the pasta, bread, and salad on the table, amongst the dirty dishes, which Wendy quickly picked up and put into the dishwasher.

“Sure is a nice night out there,” Charles peered through the window at the stars.

“Did you want to sit outside? I think it's safe,” Lang said, looking at the guards, while he stuck some bread in his mouth.

“Should be. Our scanners show nothing around for miles, except some animals,” Tony said.

“Yeah,” Tom agreed and nodded.

“What scanners are those?” Charles asked.

“Come on, I'll show you,” Tony said and waved him towards the cockpit. Charles went with him.

“Yes, would be nice to sit out. Is it warm enough?” Wendy asked, drying her hands.

“Best just sit inside the barn through,” Lang said.

“OK,” she said and smiled.

“Would be good to stretch the legs and get some fresh air,” her husband said. They got ready to go outside.

In the cockpit Tony explained the screen that had a sweeping hand moving over it, like a radar scope. “This is set to look for metal objects around us, up to about ten miles.” There were only a very few things to be seen, and they were not moving.

“Not much,” Charles said.

“No, no close threats. I can switch it to seek heat, next.” The guard flipped a switch and suddenly many small objects appeared on the scope.

“What are those? People?”

“Maybe some. But they would more likely be animals.”

“Those are all animals?”

“Yeah. Makes hunting easier!”

“I'll bet.”

“Come on. Let's see what they're doing outside. You'll like this!” Tony popped the screen out of the dashboard and took it with him.

“Neat!” Charles said.

“This is a great RV. Custom outfitted, in case you didn't get the picture, yet!”

“Oh, I'm getting that idea.” Charles followed him into the barn.

Lang came and sat out with them, carrying a camp chair. The others were sitting on bales of hay and stumps. There was a battery-powered lamp on the ground with a red shade on it, so the light could not been seen very well from a distance.

“Any word from base?” the prof asked him.

“Yes. The satellite hookup is still working; no one's shut that down, yet, probably because they haven't found it. But I'm sure they will before long. It's only a matter of time.”

“So, what did they say?”

“They said, as I have suspected, that they agree that it was a “false flag” event, a faked alien contact.”

“Shit.” Charles shook his head.

“You find it hard to believe?” Lang asked him.

“I guess so...I mean, I've seen some strange things in the world lately, but it's kinda hard for me to believe that a deception of that magnitude could go on.”

Lang smiled softly. “There's a saying that the bigger the lie, the more people will believe it. It's quite funny, actually, in a tragic way. I wish it were not the case, but the more I learn about how the world is run these days, the more I see it's true. Take your moon landing, for instance...”

“You're telling me that's fake?” Charles looked at him, shocked.

“I'm saying look into it with an open mind. There are a lot of things about that, and many other things besides, that don't add up. In fact, I...”

Lang never got to finish his thought, as the property was shaken by a blast, not far off, maybe half a mile. They could see the flash of fire in the distance.

The guards were on their feet at once, guns pulled out. The lamp was shut off.

Everyone went down on the ground for cover.

“What was it? There's no one around us for, what? Twenty miles?” Charles looked at the screen. Tony took it from him and checked it.

“That's right. I don't see anything around us. It must have been a long-range missile,” Tony said.

“We've got to get out of here,” Tom said, looking around.

“And go where?” Lang said. “They've got a fix on us, otherwise that round would not have come in. If we move, they'll see us. What I don't get is why they didn't just blow us up. Unless it's a....”

Several soldiers in black military uniforms, with helmets and guns, flung open the doors of the barn and shone bright lights on the group.

“...diversion,” Lang finished. He put his hands up, as did the others. The two guards put their guns down, then raised their hands, too.

“Slowly. No sense getting shot over this,” Lang said.

“Don't move!” one of the men called out.

“We won't. Who are you?” Lang said.

“No talking. Come out here. Move,” the man ordered. The other men covered Lang and his group with their guns as they filed out of the barn.

“I'm scared,” Wendy whispered to her husband.

“I know. Don't worry. We'll get out of this,” he whispered back.

The men got them out of the barn and lined up against the wall, face-first.

CHAPTER 38

Lang and his group were searched, then led to the other side of the barn and down a hill, where a large black cargo truck waited for them.

The captives were taken into the back of the truck, in a holding area and locked in. Then, the soldiers got into another part of the truck, and the truck moved off.

“You think they're going to kill us?” Wendy asked, after the door closed.

“No, they would have done that already,” Tony said.

“I think so, too. We're safe for the time being,” Lang said.

“This doesn't look like a military operation,” said Charles.

“It could be, you never know. It could be covert. It could also be our enemies. I don't know who these people are. Any ideas?” Lang looked at his guards. They shook their heads.

Wendy held her husband tight.

“I'm sorry I got you into this,” he told her.

“It's not your fault. It's not like I was going to leave you alone,” she said.

“There goes that great RV,” Charles said and sighed.

“Maybe not,” Tony said.

“What do you mean?” Charles whispered.

“Well, it's pretty easy for our people to track it. I'm sure whoever has us trapped here knows that, too. I wouldn't be surprised if they just leave it alone. Besides, these things are known to have pretty good security systems, like booby traps,” Tony said.

“Oh.” Charles smiled. The other guard smiled, too.

Lang felt the walls. “Probably shielded.”

The guards nodded.

“Shielded against what? Radio waves?” Charles asked. “FLIR?”

“That and a lot more, I bet. There's probably no way we're getting tracked until we get out of here,” Lang said.

“Tracked how?” Charles asked.

“Microchip tracked, by our people. We all have chips, for situations like these,” Lang said. The guards looked at Charles.

“Oh, I get it.” Charles shut up about it, then.

“It's alright. I'm sure they know we have them, or at least suspect. Unless they don't know about them, or don't shield for them, and in that case, I should think our help will be here, soon,” Lang said.

“God, I hope so,” Wendy said, looking scared and pale.

“Me, too, honey,” the prof held her hand, looking quite pale as well.

“Not used to this yet, professor?” Lang smiled. “I thought you'd be getting used to the wild life by now.”

“No.” The prof shook his head. “I like my desk job in the lab. This stuff is way out of my comfort zone.”

“Mine too, to tell you the truth,” Lang said. “I'd much rather we have a world at peace where this sort of thing doesn't happen. Hopefully, we can still bring that about.”

“You think there's still hope, now?” Charles asked.

“I do. What else can we think?” Lang said.

They fell quiet as the truck bumped down the road, going to a place unknown, for a purpose unknown.

***

In an old castle in Prague, an alarm went off.

A red light came on the computer panel of one of the Guild's workers in the control room. Here were rows of computer screens monitoring the activities of members of the Guild all over the world.

There was a large map of the world in front on a screen, and points of light indicated where Guild members were at all times. This was the center of their own worldwide, private and secure communications system.

The alarm was due to Lang and his group suddenly going “off the grid” as it was called; their tracking biochips disappearing from the network. This would only happen to a group of the Guild at once if the chips were all deactivated at the same time, or the members taken to a place where their biochips could not be read by satellites.

Frank Paul, the young man that ran into the control room when the alarm went off was sincerely hoping they had just gone someplace their chips could not be read. Lang was his mentor and he'd hate to lose him, but he also knew the stakes they played with were high.

Many members of the Guild had lost their lives over the centuries in the service of truth, so they all knew the threats they faced with the evil ones who ruled much of the world.

At just twenty-four, Frank had been given some computer duties in the main office of the Guild due to his advanced computer skills and interest in security systems. Frank was the son of a prominent Guild member and had been busted for computer hacking, trying to help some people out of a jam with a corrupt governmental agency. His father pulled some strings and said that if he wanted to fight corruption, then maybe it was time he joined the Guild to do it.

But Frank was a teenager at the time, and the last thing he wanted to do was join an organization consisting only of men—or so he thought. There were actually many women who belonged to the Guild around the world.

Frank had been rebellious as a teen and had shied away from anything his father wanted him to do, but once he got a bit older and ran into some serious trouble that he needed his father's (and the Guild's) help with, then he started to come around about joining the organization.

Most in the Guild were older and not that much into computers, so Frank got a lot of the tasks they didn't want to do, including monitoring in the control room.

Now, it was red alert time.

Frank picked up the phone to contract the senior Guild member on duty.

“Hello?” the gruff, older voice of Ben Veers said.

“It's Frank Paul, in the control room. We've got a situation.” He went on to explain what had happened.

“Send out a team to the last known coordinates and start a search from there. Make sure they're patched in if Lang's group comes back online, even for a moment; they may have been taken captive and are being moved around.”

“Right away. Out.” Frank hung up and started to make the plans. He was glad there was an older man like Benjamin Veers in the house, someone who had seen this sort of thing before and would know what to do.

Frank dialed the phone, alerting the next team in the rotation and giving them the mission details.

In Ben's office, high up in the tower of the castle, he looked down on the square, set in sacred geometry, as was much of Prague, long called the “Alchemist's city.” He thought, I suppose that is what we are; we transform things. First ourselves and then the world. But to what end? I suppose only God know that one.

Ben was nervous, but he didn't let it show to the others like Frank. Many depended on him to be the rock to which the organization clung, though, in reality, each member was taught to be self-sufficient, with God leading them, of course.

Their concept of God was not in the dogmatic sense, but in a Prime Creator, the Unknowable Force. Once you put a face or a name on God, they believed, you had lost sight of It. But what was It? The eternal question, but not one that Ben was going to solve that day.

He picked up the phone and called the head remote viewer on staff.

“Hello?” Moore said on the other end of the phone.

“This is Ben Veers. There's been a situation. Lang and his team have gone missing. It's urgent. Can you do a session right away, top priority?”

“Yes, of course. Can you give me what you know?”

“Best call Frank Paul for that in the control room.”

“Will do, Ben. Bye.” Moore hung up and dialed Frank for the details. Then, after she had all that Frank could provide, she went to work.

Moore shut off the phone and went to the door. She put a sign on the outside that said “Session in progress, do not disturb,” then locked the door. She lowered the shades on the windows and turned off most of the lights. After a last look over the data that Frank had given, she lay down on the couch and closed her bright blue eyes.

Taking a few deep breaths, she relaxed her body and mind. Within moments, she was able to leave her body and astrally travel to the place the RV was still parked, in the barn in the countryside, in Mexico.

In her astral body, she could see the strands of energy that were left where people had been involved in an emotional situation only a short time ago. The strands would mostly dissipate in time, so this is why she needed to act quickly.

She was able to see the strands going to a place on the road where there were some muddy tire marks from a big truck. But even though it was now daylight there, she lost the path of the tracks as they dried up and disappeared on the road.

She took her astral body up to a great height and scanned all around until she could see some strands again in the distance. She zoomed into the area and found the truck going down the road. She watched as the truck left the main road and went around a mountain.

Soon, when there was no other traffic around, the truck drove straight for the side of the mountain and disappeared right into it.

She then felt a strong negative force repelling her from entering the mountain—something she was normally able to do in astral form, as solid objects were usually no barrier.

They must have some esoteric protection in place here, she thought, before coming back into her body, knowing she'd not get anything more from that site at the time.

She came back to wakeful consciousness slowly, then opened her eyes and sat up. With the lights still low, she sat down at the desk and dialed Ben.

“Done already?” Ben said.

“Yes.”

“How did it go?”

“Not great,” Moore said. She lifted the shade to look out the window. The sunlight made her feel better. Sometimes she liked to see that the world was still there after a difficult remote viewing. She shivered, despite it being warm in the room. “They were captured and then taken by truck to a mountain base. They had some occult protection in place, as I was not able to get inside the mountain.”

There was a pause as Ben considered the news. “I was fearing something like this. It sounds like they knew exactly who they were dealing with. The truck was probably shielded from their biochips, until they could get them into the mountain.”

“There's more. There was some kind of hologram or energy field over the doorway into the mountain. The truck went right through it without a trace.”

“Definitely some of our enemies. Only they have technology like that. Well, at least we know it was not some random holdup or kidnapping.”

“They won't kill them, then?”

“No, I don't think so. They'll use them to bargain with; they're too valuable. If we don't give them what they want, then it might be a different story.” I hope, he thought.

“Sorry I couldn't get more...”

“That's fine. This is great. Try again later if you are able. We'll take it from here. I'll be in touch, thanks.” Ben hung up and left Moore sitting there alone.

Moore stood up and stretched, then went to the kitchen to make some tea. Something to eat or drink always brought her back “down to Earth” after such astral adventures and made her feel like she was more back in her body.