TWISTED DESTINATION - TRIMVIRATE
CHAPTER 16
AT THE SUMMER HOUSE
THAT SAME MOMENT
That place held a lot of stories. The trees, the wind, even the bad smell of the horses’ excrement were somehow nostalgic. Gabe parked his Ferrari and stepped out of the
car. He stopped for a few moments to contemplate one more time the beautiful landscape of the rustic unexplored place. He looked towards the lake and his entire childhood passed through his mind in a flash. He remembered when he was a child. The day he had caught three fish and his father none. His father pretended to be angry for losing to his son so Gabe told his father that they could share the fish together. His father smiled and hugged him.
Those memories made him smiled to himself. Those were great times. He wondered when exactly he started distancing himself from his loving father. – It must have been when my body started to grow hair. Or was it when my sister committed suicide and I blamed dad? Anyway, it doesn’t matter anymore.
After entering the room, he started wondering what exactly he was doing there. He started going through the paintings in various parts of the house and stopped when he arrived at his sister’s photo. He started thinking about that beautiful smile she had, how happy and alive she was when the schizophrenic attacks didn’t come. That made some tears come out of his eyes. He took the painting off the wall and said, "Oh, little sister" and again he heard:
“Fingerprint recognition complete. Retinal recognition complete. Face recognition complete. Voice recognition complete. Analyse complete. Welcome again Mr. Gabriel Freeman.” The wall started to move right. It was a secret door. He entered the door and it closed behind him.
Outside the summer house were 6 armed men. They were highly trained contracted mercenaries. They had surrounded the house. There was no way to escape. They had put a vibration triggered bomb that would explode after the engine had started working. There were 3 snipers. One of them was the world’s best shooter and his record was hitting a moving target 4.5 km away. After discovering that he had been born with a very rare condition, his right eye’s peripheral area was wider than most and it worked like a 300% zoom, he was disqualified from the Olympic Games. Are examples like this and Hitler's that prove that if somebody loves doing something, being great or awful, let them do it or bad things might follow.
Not to waste his incredible talent in shooting ducks, he became a contract killer. He would kill a man from 5 blocks away. His right eye was always covered like a pirate because the incompatibility of his eyes, gave him a severe headache. Whenever he took the cover off, someone was going to find out if angels are real or not.
Gabe found an iPad on the desk displaying “PLAY ME”. He did what it was saying. His father appeared on the screen and started to speak.
“I wish you never found this place. I wish you never had to look for it in the first place. I am going to skip the ‘if you are reading this that’s because I am already dead’ part. Son, first of all I am proud of you but I believe after leaving through that door, you are probably a dead man.”
There were other surveillance monitors that showed a squad of men with big guns approaching the house, he continued, “Don’t worry. Marcus is going to protect you. If you don’t know yet, I am sure today you will. Ok, let me cut to the chase and answer the questions that brought you here. First, who killed me was hired by the Rothschild family. Second, all they want is the list. I left the list as an assurance that they don’t kill you. I have made mistakes son, a lot of them. I must be in hell. Thank God you don’t believe in that crap. This secret society is responsible for several deaths thorough the centuries. They have influence at the Vatican, over the men who are the bosses of the most developed countries. They represent only the less than 1% of the population who have 99% of the money. They control the banking system. Most people know of the old
Bavarian Illuminati but after they were exposed, they created Carbonarism, usually called Alta Vendita. The leading family is the Rothschild Jewish family. They have connections with Mormons, Judaism, Catholicism and they worship Satan. Now you must call Marcus and tell him to go towards the street, take the secret door behind the cupboard. It will take you to the street. He will be waiting there. Trust nobody except yourself and Marcus. And son, tell my wife that I love her.” And the screen went back to the starting point.
Steve couldn’t follow his father’s directives. He didn’t come with Marcus and he couldn’t stop wondering why his father was so sure that Marcus would be his bodyguard and why did he assume that he would have come with him. He tried to call Marcus but the signal had been cut. Gabe thought for a moment. – If I use the tunnel, I won’t have transportation to the city. If I use the front door, I am expired. And even if I manage to get into the car, they put a bomb under my car so that’s not an option.
Gabe stayed 15 minutes inside, panicking and terrified, when he heard what seemed to be the noise of a Range Rover engine. Was he saved? He looked at the monitor and he saw Marcus. Why was he there? All mercenaries had stood down waiting for the snipers signal. When Marcus opened the door, a clean shot hit him in his head and he fell at the door, his upper body inside and his legs outside. One by one, three of the mercenaries went in, stepping onto the body of Marcus. They used a device to identify certain frequencies behind walls to locate the secret room and they found it. They knew what they were doing and what they were looking for. They put C4 bags on the door and stepped out. They intended to blow it remotely.
Inside, Gabe was in panic even considering to give them the notebook. At exactly the same time that the C4 exploded and they entered to kill Gabe, Marcus woke up and within all that dust, the noise of men screaming started and ended almost instantly. When Gabe saw that Marcus had his nape without either flash or hair but steel, every questions he had instantly disappeared. Marcus was a “robot”.
“Come on sir. You have got to come with me. Stay behind me.”
They went outside towards the bullet proof Range Rover. Marcus received several bullets trying to protect Gabe. His Kung Fu skills were useless here. They were fighting with opponents they couldn’t even see. They were ghosts, or cowards depending on your point of view. When they finally arrived at the car, almost at the door, Marcus got hit at his forehead with a 66 calibre bullet. He fell.
While Gabe would love to save Marcus, carrying a 3 hundred kilos android that gave his life for you, during a bullet shower from a highly skilled sniper, especially when he was already inside the Range Rover and 2 men with big guns closing in, didn’t seem to be an intelligent idea. Besides, would have made the android sacrifice in vain if he ended up dead. The odds were pretty simplified so Gabe turned the car on and drove as fast as he could. The two men with guns kept shooting at the car but it was bullet proof and he managed to escape.
Gabe kept driving but couldn’t stop thinking about Marcus, about everything that just happened. What was going to happen to him? Would he recover? Would they dismantle him? Was he a Cyborg, a robot or an android but most importantly, how are we that advanced in robotics?
When Gabe arrived home, the first thing he looked for was his mother but she was nowhere to be found. He went to his father’s study and it was all turned around like someone had been looking for something. He knew exactly what they were looking for. That is when his phone rang. It was his mother’s number.
“Hello Gabe,” A female voice said.
“Who is this?” Gabe shouted.
“You know who this is honey!” The lady said in a sexy voice.
“Jessica? Is that you? Are you with my mother?”
“Yes I am! I have taken her. I want the list! You bring the list and I give you your mother.”
“Get her on the phone right now.” He shouted, angry and filled with despair.
“No. You are not in charge here. Not even in bed you were.” She said and he could feel the irony behind the tone of her voice.
“What are you doing Jessica? We can end it all. We ca
n expose them.”
“You see Gabe, I don’t want to expose them and destroy my family’s reign. I never did. Before you start all that lame sentimentalism and saying this is not me or whatever, just bring the damn notebook at the restaurant and I will give you your mommy.”
“I swear…” Before he said anything, she continued, “Come on Gabe, can we stop all this Hollywood cliché? I swear if you touch her I am going to kill you, Bla Bla Bla. Just fuckin bring the notebook. Don’t try and be a hero like your father. This time I won’t use a poisonous salad to leave no traces, I will use a gun because it’s you and I want to make it sexy. That could turn me on, you know. Something you never did. I can’t believe you thought your father died of AIDS. Sweetheart, we created AIDS and even scumbags like your father have a sample of the vaccine.”
“So you were the woman having an affair with my father and it was you who killed him.”
“You got me. I confess. Now that we are on the same page and we’ve established the obvious, bring the damn notebook.”
Gabe was desperate, surprised and all he thought was about his mother and how stupid he had been about Jessica. – I almost got himself in love with a psychopath. If I had only stayed womanizing. Of course it was her. She knew I was lying when he said I was looking for documents because she must have a similar box, every member of the Secret society must have one. It had a pentagon carved into it. If the notebook wasn’t there, it had to be with him so she sent men to kidnap me. When they couldn’t, they called her and she kidnapped my mother. – Gabe had to come up with a plan and eureka, he had had a very good one and it included a mortiferous artifact.