L. A. Marzulli - Nephilim 01 by Nephilim

Author:Nephilim [Nephilim]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2012-06-03T18:15:48+00:00

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Mac sat pensively in the forward section of a modified 737 airplane. Uri was next to him with his back pressed straight against the padded seat and his hands folded in his lap. Roswell occupied both seats across the aisle. His briefcase lay open on the seat next to him and his laptop computer rested on the tray in front of him. Immersed in his work, he ignored both Mac and Uri.

Although over a hundred men and women sat dispersed throughout the plane, there was no conversation. A quiet somberness hung over the passengers, like a shroud. Mac closed his eyes. Put on the full armor of God, he thought. He had a feeling he was going to need it. He squeezed his hands and began to pray.

After about half an hour, Mac opened his eyes again. The plane was heading directly into the dull orange ball of the rising sun, which had just crested the horizon. As if by some prearranged cue, the passengers began to fasten their seatbelts on their own initiative. They packed their books and papers and readied themselves for landing as the plane slowed and made its final approach. The wheels hit the tarmac once, then rolled smoothly along the flawlessly maintained runway.

Mac looked out the window. In the early dawn he saw a landing field that was larger than LAX. A huge hangar whose footprint must have taken up ten or more acres loomed ahead of them. The plane was dwarfed by the size of the building as it rolled to a stop near the entrance. The building’s opening was at least four stories high, and the plane could easily have entered.

The occupants silently rose from their seats. Some adjusted I.D. tags while others fidgeted with their briefcases. A line formed and everyone began to deplane. The silence was unnerving.

At the door of the plane two yellow-helmeted MPs with walkie-talkies and side arms inspected each person’s I.D. tag before allowing them to descend the metal staircase out of the plane.

Roswell was one of the first to disembark. Mac and Uri followed him closely. Mac felt butterflies in his stomach as one of the MPs checked the I.D. on his jumpsuit. He left the plane and felt a warm dry wind across his face as he stepped onto the surface of the tarmac. He hurried to catch up with Roswell.

Roswell looked at him stonily, whispered, “Stay close,” then walked into the hangar. Mac and Uri followed one pace behind.

The first impression that rushed at Mac was the over-bearing deployment of MPs everywhere. They were always in groups of twos. One MP handled a walkie-talkie while the other shouldered a rifle and surveyed the personnel. Both were outfitted with holstered side arms. It was all very intimidating.

Mac noticed that the scientists and passengers from his plane deliberately ignored the MPs as much as possible. It was clearly evident that there was a keen dislike between the two groups.

Some of the scientists and workers headed toward what appeared to be a large elevator several hundred yards away.

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