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Chapter Twenty-four

The Chase

John and Sydney followed Boyd to a bus station hanging back as they watched him remove several heavy bags from a large locker. He peeked in one, smiled and closed it. He then used a cart to transport the bags to his rented SUV.

John and Syd got in their rented car and followed careful to stay out of Boyd’s line of sight. Murphy’s expertise in following criminals was a definite plus.

Boyd stopped at a mailbox and mailed a large envelope.

“What do you think?” Syd asked.

“We’ve got to have that envelope. You stay and figure a way to get it out. I’ll stay with Boyd.”

“How do I get into a mailbox?”

“You’re a smart guy. You figure it out.”

XXX

Syd watched the mailbox. The envelope was too big to fish out from the top and passing pedestrians made it impossible to do unnoticed.

One of the guardians whispered in his ear.

Syd got a sudden inspired idea. There was a restaurant on the same corner with the mailbox. He went in and ordered a steak dinner. Now that he was no longer nauseated he suddenly felt famished. He never took his eyes off the mailbox.

Two hours passed as he nursed several cups of coffee followed by a stiff drink that he sloshed around in his mouth. It would be helpful to have it on his breath to make his plan more believable.

Finally the postman came to unlock the box and take the mail to the main branch.

Syd slammed several bills on the table and ran outside. He had tried to get mail back before by asking and he found out quickly how useless that was. He waited until the man’s arms were full and ran into him as hard as he could.

Mail flew in every direction. Syd rolled away from the postman. The large envelope seemed to slide toward him as if it had a life of its own.

The guardian pushed it toward him, battling one of the demons spirits that were assigned to Boyd as he did.

Another guardian put his hand on the head of the postman causing temporary blindness and confusion.

Syd tucked the envelope inside his shirt and staggered down the street pretending to be drunk. Pedestrians gave him wide berth in disgust.

When Syd was safely out of sight, the postman regained his sight and some of his equilibrium, gathered up the scattered mail, shaking his head to clear it and wondering what had happened. He couldn’t report it. He couldn’t remember what the man looked like. Just an unfortunate accident involving another drunk. No harm done. He was shaken but OK and the mail seemed to be intact. The postman quickly retrieved it.  

The insect looking spirit snarled and chased after Syd but ran into one of the guardians who blinded him sending him bouncing ineffectively down the street shrieking in rage.

When the demon regained his sight he dived into the ground and headed back to report what had happened and recruit more help.

The spirit with Boyd continued on. He had not noticed the car following them.  Another guardian caused John’s face to look like someone else.

Syd caught the first plane to Roswell. He took the envelope out of his shirt.  He read the plans. Boyd was going back to the valley of the cave. That’s where the relics were hidden. He had to beat him there.

XXX

Myrna and Jeremiah finally settled as they boarded a bus to Roswell.

“I just don’t get why these ‘aliens’ pretend to come from outer space, the stars or wherever. What’s the point?” Myrna leaned her head against the window wearily as she settled into her seat.

Jeremiah remained quiet for a while lost in thought. “They have taken advantage of mankind’s biggest dream. The dream of traveling to the stars and meeting exotic races as on Star Trek and that show about a Star Gate. My favorite. Syd had a tape so I got to see it. We dream that these creatures from so far away will show us all these wonderful things. We are so eager to believe we are willing to overlook their cruelties thinking it is done for our own good or some higher purpose. They become gods to us. Can you imagine such a reaction if it was known they were from right under our feet led by Satan the King of Hell himself? Such a thought, nu?”

Myrna sighed. “We truly live in the most interesting and dangerous of all times.” She looked over at Jeremiah. He had fallen asleep. Until she saw him sleeping she had not realized how tired she was. She, too, fell into a deep and dreamless sleep.

XXX

Boyd’s car sped ahead oblivious to his pursuer. Even the thinning traffic did not alert him. Still, John discreetly hung back as far as he dared. The four lane highway had turned into a two lane.  Heavily forested mountains towered above them and the road curved into S turns slowing all traffic. John had to keep swallowing to unplug his ears as they climbed higher and higher.

Finally the thin ribbon of a road slanted downward as they came to the Highway 54 and 380 Junction near the mid mountain town of Carizzozo. John remembered the town from a story he heard years before about train freight cars being diverted through that section filled with debris and bodies from the Roswell crash of 1948. He wondered how true it was. It could have been before they finished the underground system now in operation. 

John heaved a big sigh. So much had happened since he was a boy going on a wild adventure in the New Mexico Capitan Mountains. Now here he was chasing after some strange psychopath killer who seemed to have strange demonic powers as well as a terrible smell. How would all this end? What if they couldn’t stop them from using that weapon? God help us. This is something we can’t do without your help.

The Junction had gas stations, motels and restaurants like an oasis in a desert. It was civilization in the middle of nowhere. Boyd pulled into one of the gas stations and fueled up then parked at one of the restaurants.

John followed suit not caring if he was seen or not. He almost wanted the man (if that was what he was) to see him and try to do something about it. John preferred confrontation to undercover work. Undercover work had always made him nervous.

After he gassed up his vehicle he, too, entered the restaurant. The smell of food reminded him how long it had been since he had last eaten and he was famished.

He ordered a steak dinner with all the trimmings and watched Boyd blatantly as he waited. When his order arrived he ate still keeping his eyes trained on his adversary.

Boyd seemed oblivious to everything but the two hamburgers and fries on his plate that he followed with a quart of milk. The smell of rot and sulfur still emanated from him drowned out somewhat by cigar and cigarette smoke.

John smoked his pipe for his desert as he continued watching. He snorted in amusement as he noted people sitting near Boyd get up and move farther away.

Boyd got up, paid his bill and left without noticing John. He sped away with John following behind once more.

Once they left the mountains they seemed to descend to an alien landscape. Ancient lava flow was everywhere as far as the eye could see. A thin ribbon of highway was carved right through it. This was the Valley of Fire. They were the only cars on the road. Still John went unnoticed.

A flash of light reflected in John’s side view mirror. He glanced up. V formations of UFOs were right above him and moving slowly following them.

This is just great. God, please. Get rid of these guys. I don’t need this aggravation. Not now.

XXX

The guardian with John met with a group of others when the ships came in sight.

“This is really important. Michael himself has given the order. We will shield the man while the warrior angels with Michael divert the ships. Don’t leave John’s side for an instant.”

Boyd’s car stopped. John could not go around him without confronting him directly. This suited John just fine.

He pulled up behind Boyd’s car. He could see the man was waiting for him.

Boyd got out and leaned leisurely against his car grinning widely. “We meet face to face at last. This is indeed a memorable moment.  So what happens now? You know there is no way you can stop us. Even if you succeed in killing me the plan goes on. Surely you know that.”

John was out of his car and standing face to face with the grinning apparition. “What is in this for you? You kill everyone who gets in your way and even people who are nothing to you. Why?

“Because I can, stupid.”

“You smell like the pits of hell.”

Boyd laughed. “It’s the price I pay for living forever. They have made me into an eternal being.  You can’t kill me. I can’t be killed by human means.”

“Really?” Johns scar was a livid scarlet.  He pulled his knee up into Boyd’s crotch bending him over then swung as hard as he could into the creatures face.

Boyd bounced back and grabbed John’s throat holding him at arm’s length a few inches above the ground and grinned into his face. “Your friend, Paul, put up a good fight for all the good it did him. I also had the help of a couple of friends…the men in black you might call them. He did not die easily. He suffered much and so will you.” Boyd slammed him to the ground.

Dazed and unable to move, John stared up at his tormentor.

 Boyd bent over him laughing as he got out his tools of torture. He was going to enjoy this.

The ships following them had disappeared.

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