The Awakening ch.09

    In the middle of the day in a lavishly decorated tent a woman with strikingly silvery grey long flowing hair, golden yellow eyes, pale skin, and wearing royal blue robes sits before a television surrounded by video tape cases watching on the screen a documentary on World War II. Around her other than the video tapes are also many historical texts. Outside of the large tent amongst the several smaller tents a truck pulls up with several crates on the back.

 

    Silver walks over to the truck greeting the delivery man and signs for the crates. Dr. O’Conner walks over just as Silver is telling the delivery man, “My people can get those heavy crates off the truck, why don’t you enjoy our hospitality by getting something to drink and eat from the dinner tent? I know you must be exhausted after such a drive out here.”

 

     The man thanks her and heads off into a nearby large tent closing the flap behind him.

 

   Dr. O’Conner walks over to Silver with a concerned look on his face, “Miss Silver,” he says, “I believe her highness is on the last tape of the historical texts from the last shipment.”

 

     Silver points at the crates on the truck, “That last shipment,” she says, “was up to and through World War II this latest should have her up-to date for the most part and than we can move out.”

 

    With that Dr. O’Conner walks back to his tent not seeing the extraordinary sight of Ophelia and Hadrian lifting the heavy crates off the truck by hand.

 

    Outside the view of all except a few H.E.P. human agents out having a smoke break from the site cleaning, Hadrian is atop the truck bed easily picking up the easily 100 plus pounds each crates and handing them down to Ophelia who just as easily takes them and sets them down gently on the ground.

 

    Ophelia in an apparently bored tone addresses Hadrian, “It has been a month since she woke up and we have been getting this history junk delivered here. I thought gods were supposed to be all knowing.”

 

    Hadrian apparently oblivious to the comical tone in Ophelia’s voice responded to her, “Just because one can take the language from the minds of humans and know when someone is lying or telling the truth to them does not make one all knowing. She has a lot of history to catch up on seeing as she has apparently been sleeping in that tomb since the days before the pyramids were built.”

 

     Ophelia laughs a little under her breath and projects her thoughts into Hadrian’s mind saying, “Well you should know being the Greek god Hades and all.”

 

    Hadrian looks at Ophelia’s face with her smug smile and a look in her eyes that seems to say “now what?” so as such he responds in the same mental manner, “You know my name is Hadd. I may have been partially the inspiration for that particular mythical figure.”

 

    Ophelia laughs and responds back mentally, “I know, I know just making small talk. This assignment is really boring me, I could have sworn the orders were to wake up the goddess in that tomb and take her back to New York to the boss to be educated there, instead of staying in this hell hole.”,

 

    “Yeah,” Hadrian responds mentally, “this manual labor stuff may be easy but it’s just not a dignified use of my strength.”

 

    Silver projected her own thoughts interrupting their conversation, “Sehkmenta said she wanted to stay here for now and lady Censa can’t order Sehkmenta around so we stay here for now.”

 

    Just as Ophelia and Hadrian were getting the last two crates off the truck Al’Suad had stopped and watched them for a moment before going into Dr. O’Conner’s tent.

 

    As he walks in he talks as though speaking to himself, “I hate it when they do that.”

 

   Dr. O’Conner turns around in his chair and asks, “Do what?” “Those two assistants they gave you.”

 

    Al’Suad says, “I hate it when they look at each other like they are having a conversation with out saying anything.”

 

     Dr. O’Conner gets up while shaking his head, “You’re just paranoid.” he says, “The sun must be getting to you.”

 

    As Dr. O’Conner walks past him out the tent flap Al’Suad grabs his arm and addresses him in a loud whisper, “Dr. O’Conner this is serious.”

 

   Dr. O’Conner shakes his hand off “What has gotten into you?” he asks, “You want to screw this up or what?”

 

    “I know you have dealt with some shady characters before,” Al’Suad says, “but these guys are different. They weren’t surprised when that statue came to life, like they were expecting it to happen.”

 

    He leans in and in an even harsher tone continues, “And have you forgotten what that thing did to you? It got inside your head and tortured you in the process.”

 

    Dr. O’Conner in an angry tone scolds Al’Suad, “This is the greatest find of all time. It makes the discovery of King Tut’s tomb look like finding cat shit in a sand box by comparison. An actual deity from the ancient world, we will be rich and famous for this discovery. So what if this probably was what these guys were actually looking for. We get paid and we get the credit for the find. This is a win, win situation for us. You just need to keep quite and play along. You have been acting like you want to stop this project since day one and have gotten on their bad side.”

 

   Dr. O’Conner stops for a moment to catch his breath as he begins to pace back and forth before continuing, “After all any little lollypop sucking toddler would be able to tell these are dangerous people. I have personally seen those two assistants lifting giant crates off of the trucks the last few times. Not to mention the other people they seem to be bringing in on a regular basis, so the last thing we want to do is give them reason to think we are a threat to what ever they are really up to.”

 

    Al’Suad reluctantly agrees with Dr. O’Conner while thinking, “If you had any common since you would be able to see these people are never going to give you credit for anything, I’m surprised they didn’t decide to kill us off or lock us up after that demon came to life.”

 

    Off in the distance upon a rocky flat ledge hidden amongst the rocks the lone figure of Rick sits watching the camp through his high powered binoculars. With his high tech gear hidden behind him and around him complete with a satellite communication center in a briefcase with video phone and any number of other applications given the many buttons and blinking lights which even Rick wasn’t certain as to what they all were supposed to be for. Despite all this electronic equipment Rick pulls out a paper note pad and writes down some notes.

 

   “So much for a destroyer,” He mumbles to himself, “a whole month and all she has done is watch television and read books.”

 

     [History books and tapes according to the truck driver I questioned in the town bar.] He wrote down in his notes before continuing with a chuckle,  

 

     “Guess not all ancient demons keep up to date on world events while in their tombs.”

 

    His words were seemingly answered by a meow that drew his attention to the small sleek black female cat that had shown up shortly after his arrival. Rick picks up the cat and feeds it some of his dried fish rations while scratching it behind its ear.

 

    He says to the little purring cat, “At least I have a little company while I watch the bad guys.”