The Brotherhood Conspiracy by Brennan Terry

The Brotherhood Conspiracy by Brennan Terry

Author:Brennan, Terry [Brennan, Terry]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Kregel Publications
Published: 2013-06-01T00:00:00+00:00


PART TWO

SANCTUARY OF GOD

22

TUESDAY, AUGUST 18

Tripoli, Lebanon

He had barely lifted the phone to his ear before the caller started talking.

“They are on their way. Are you prepared?”

“Everything is in place.”

“Do not fail me.”

He knew that failure was not an option that he would live to tell about. “They will come, but they will not leave.”

“See that they don’t.”

The caller hung up.

Jerusalem

The cell phone was in his hand, waiting, when it rang.

“They are on their way. Are you prepared?”

“Yes.”

“Do you understand your instructions?”

“Yes. We will succeed. You will have what you need.”

“What I need is them . . . alive. Do not fail.”

A smile of anticipation creased his face. “We do not fail.”

“See that you don’t.”

The cell phone went silent in his hand.

Suez, Egypt

One of the large men who guarded his safety handed him the ringing cell phone.

“They are on their way. Are you prepared?”

“I will be waiting for them, personally.”

“That is a risk. Is it necessary?”

“My friend, I have been waiting for this moment a long time.” His left hand toyed with the amulet beneath his robe. “We cannot miss this opportunity. My days are numbered. I must make sure all goes as planned. I dare not leave it to anyone else.”

“Go with care. And may Allah go with you.”

“And with you, my brother.”

He closed his eyes and held the amulet tighter.

London, England

“He is on his way. Are you prepared?”

“When will he arrive?”

“Are you prepared?”

For a moment, offense rose in his heart. But the voice on the cell phone was his master. He bent his head. “Yes . . . yes, do not concern yourself. I leave in an hour. I will be there, waiting.”

“You understand what I seek?”

“Not the man, certainly. If it is there, I will get what you seek.”

“Call me . . . immediately.”

His jaw clenched, he squeezed the phone. And vowed not to fail.

Jerusalem

Levi Sharp leaned against the black stretch limo and waited for the older men to catch up. Surrounded by a diamond-shaped cordon of security officers, Baruk and Orhlon walked slowly along the path through the shading pine trees of the Hertzel Memorial Garden following the short, very private memorial for Lukas Painter. To Sharp’s assessment, both men had aged, and carried more of a burden, after the last three days. He waved off the driver and held the door for the two most powerful men in Israel.

Baruk and Orhlon disappeared into the dark confines of the limo and Sharp was right behind. He sat on the jump seat, facing his two bosses. Baruk had his eyes closed, his breathing heavy hearted. Orhlon faced out the window, but there was no evidence of recognition in his eyes.

“What’s next,” asked Sharp.

“I’m sorry?” Baruk’s eyes didn’t open. “What do you mean?”

Orhlon didn’t stir.

“What’s next,” Sharp repeated. “Mount Nebo didn’t work . . . We’re probably not gettting back there. Where do we take our search now?”

Sharp was encouraged as Baruk straightened and returned his gaze. Orhlon’s attention shifted to the conversation in the car. But neither spoke.



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