The Nephilim Protocol by Stuart Killbourn

Author:Stuart Killbourn [Killbourn, Stuart]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-11-17T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 33

Beirut, Lebanon

Doctor Campbell knocked and entered the room. He sat on the edge of the bed. Rachel felt excruciatingly exposed. She drew her knees up to her chin and clamped her arms around her legs. Her forehead rested on her knees. She barely looked at Doctor Campbell. She had woken feeling better – less sick. Patches of her hair were missing which was reminding and distressing her. After a few moments, Doctor Campbell spoke. At first he was uncertain and even nervous, possibly timid. He soon picked up the thread.

“I first went to Mozambique for four weeks. I spent those weeks drilling water wells in remote villages up in the north. The experience radically changed me. You might say I found myself; it made a man of me. I became addicted to the challenges of the country and to the people. I freely admit, I loved the adventure and I began to hate the drudgery of life back home. In Mozambique, I was white and people noticed me. I was no longer the last picked to form the rugby team. I was somebody. At the time it was a good feeling.”

“I returned to Scotland where I sold my house, my car – everything I had. I really was quite an idealist in those days. I booked a flight back to Mozambique almost immediately. Two days before I returned I went out for a drink in Edinburgh with a few friends – from the chess club – can you believe that? I was so bored but I saw a group of girls – six or seven of them – having a meal together. They were laughing – having fun. I didn't know it then but it was a birthday party. I did something I'd never done before and haven't done since. I walked up to the table of girls, interrupted their meal and introduced myself. I said something like, 'I just came over to say that you are all beautiful ladies and I'm very sorry to butt in. I'm going to live in Mozambique the day after tomorrow and … well...' I guess I fumbled my words, so the alpha-female – the spokeswoman, if you like – filled in for me. Even now it makes me laugh whenever I think about it. She said, 'So you want to get properly laid one last time before you go away forever? Yeah, I've heard that one before.' I must have looked utterly horrified. I might have blinked a dozen times before I managed to reply. 'No,' I said, 'I wondered if one of you had an adventurous spirit and some moral courage and would like to come with me?' I don't think they expected that. They didn't answer for a while. Eventually, one of them said, 'You're serious, aren't you?' I nodded and then she said, 'Valerie, what about you? You're into Amnesty International and you're always talking about this gap year and that gap year. Well, this is it.' I looked

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