The Marus Manuscripts by Paul McCusker

Author:Paul McCusker
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Tyndale House Publishers, Inc.
Published: 2013-04-01T04:00:00+00:00

Wade was taken back to the car, but this time he was allowed to sit between Movan, who drove, and Simpson. The seat was plush and comfortable. The car’s dashboard was lit up like a Christmas tree, with red and green lights next to symbols Wade didn’t understand. Movan pushed a button, and the car drifted forward, as if on air.

“Is it fast?” Wade asked.

“Is it fast!” Movan said with a chuckle. “You just watch.” He moved the steering column forward slightly, and the car took off. They flew down the city streets, past large skyscrapers and smaller office complexes, all with the same Romanesque architecture. But street lamps burned yellow nearby. It’s like Rome with electricity, Wade thought.

They zoomed past other cars with body styles similar to the car they were in. Wade looked carefully to see if the cars were actually riding on tires. The ride was so smooth that he doubted it, but the tires were there, spinning quickly.

Simpson frowned. “Stop showing off,” he said. “If you get us pulled over, we’ll be in big trouble.”

“How can we get in trouble if we’re on official business?” Movan asked.

“If we were going to the security house, we wouldn’t get in trouble,” Simpson said slowly. “But we’re not going there. Remember?” Simpson reached over and tapped Movan’s temple. “We’re going to Tyran’s castle. Remember?”

“Oh, yeah,” Movan said, slowing the car down.

“Tyran’s castle?” Wade asked, perplexed.

Simpson glanced down at Wade. “We got a better offer for you,” he said simply.

They drove south, reaching a spacious section of the city where the skyscrapers and offices gave way to homes scattered on large plots of land. At the top of a large hill sat a genuine castle with a moat, a gate, turrets, and towers peering at them majestically from all sides.

“It is a castle!” Wade gasped.

“Would we lie?” Movan said.

“Who is Tyran, and why does he want me?” asked Wade.

Simpson replied, “He’s one of the richest and most powerful men in the city. As for why he wants you, that’s for him to know and you to find out.”

A winding lane took them up to the castle gate. Triggered by some unseen signal, a drawbridge lowered smoothly over the moat. They drove inside and parked in a large courtyard. A man with short dark hair and a thin mustache strode up to the car as they climbed out.

“Tyran,” Simpson said and bowed slightly.

“I am glad you made it safely,” the man said formally, then looked at Wade. “You are our alien visitor, I take it.”

“My name is Wade Mullens.”

“I know,” Tyran said.

“So, what now?” Simpson asked.

“You are to make it look as if someone attacked you and kidnapped the boy,” Tyran said. “It would be best if everyone thought Arin or his sons had done it.”

“But, sir!” Movan said. “Our reputations will be ruined if people think Arin and his sissy sons stole the boy from us.”

Tyran gazed at him with a steely expression. “Your vanity is no concern of mine,” he said.

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