EYEH-ASHER-EHYEH (I AM THAT I AM): An Elena Duran/Corazon Negro
Vi Moreau (vmoreau@directvinternet.com)
Mon, 23 Sep 2002 09:47:13 -0400
Ehyeh-Asher-Ehyeh (I am that I am) 20.0/34
Julio Cesar divad72@prodigy.net.mx
Vi Moreau vmoreau@directvinternet.com
New York
March 29, 2013
Almost four hours before the attack, Heru-sa-aset's YF-25
Serpentarius-VI-with a length of 70 feet, height of 15 feet and wingspan of
50 feet-had touched down at La Guardia International Airport. Inside it,
everything was in place. Unlimited funds had their advantages. An advanced
war-armored car named M-7 Chimera built by the United States Army-a
laser-based de-mining method, able of clearing mines left on airfields and
roads during battles or by retreating enemy forces-had been transported to
the airport earlier that day. The construction crews, following orders, had
left it inside the plane. It had cost millions in bribes to get both units
moved and installed, but Heru-sa-aset had money to burn. Designed to protect
the occupants from the destructive power of a nuclear explosion, the armored
car would serve as the Ancient Gathering's last line of defense against
Lilitu.
They were on board the YF-25 Serpentarius-VI and situated comfortably again,
relatively speaking. The engines were humming gently. After days of constant
toil and strain, Heru-sa-aset was almost ready to relax, even if just for a
few hours.
That was when the pilot buzzed the hold. "We're denied clearance from the
tower," came the static-riddled voice over the intercom. "We can't take
off."
Heru-sa-aset fleeting optimism quickly reverted to Methos' number one rule:
anything that can fuck up, and most things that 'can't', will. The Prince
jabbed the intercom button. "Take off. Now," he said standing up.
"Sir?"
"I said take off ... now."
"We don't have clearance. The USA Government implanted martial law. Any
unauthorized flight will be shot down."
"I heard you. That means nobody else will be in the air, right?"
"Sir, there are Air Force planes in holding patterns ... circling, waiting
to attack anything-"
"If you don't take off now, there will be people here, probably in less than
a minute, who will blow this whole plane-and us with it-to Kingdom Come.
Take off vertically if you must." There was a pause. "Don't make me come up
there," Heru-sa-aset added.
"I told you," Methos said. "You should pilot your fancy toy."
Heru-sa-aset frowned in frustration. Quickly he decided to get rid of this
overcautious pilot at the first opportunity. "What are you waiting for?" he
asked again pressing the button.
But to add insult to potential injury, the pilot wasn't listening to
Heru-sa-aset. The Egyptian Prince heard the distracted pilot over the
intercom. "What in the world? Who are those folks on the-? Hey!"
"Get this plane moving!" Heru-sa-aset had to force himself not to punch the
intercom button too hard and break it. There were no windows. He couldn't
see what was going on out there.
"Mary, mother of God!" the pilot was shrieking.
"Go! Go!" Heru-sa-aset yelled. If the Hunters blocked the runway, he and the
others would have to fight again. "Go!"
The YF-25 Serpentarius-VI lurched forward suddenly. Heru-sa-aset stumbled,
slapped at the wall for support. Bullets hit the fuselage. Were the Hunters
in cars? Were they blocking the runway? He couldn't hear over the plane's
engines. He couldn't see anything.
"Vlad, you fucking bastard!" Methos yelled.
The pilot was gasping and sobbing over the intercom. "Jesus-Jesus-Jesus..."
"Holy shit! I told you we should have finished that bastard!" Methos said,
lying flat on the floor of the jet-even when the aircraft was protected for
anything up to a 50 mm-as more rounds hit them.
"Get us up!" Heru-sa-aset roared at the intercom as he regained his balance.
"Go!"
For a few sickening seconds, the gunshots seemed to get louder. Heru-sa-aset
kept expecting the YF-25 Serpentarius-VI to screech to a halt, or to hear
the pilot get his head blown off. That would ground them just as
effectively. The Egyptian Prince knew that the plane wouldn't easily
explode. Probably. But for a second, he almost welcomed the thought of being
boarded. At least then he could do something! He wouldn't be completely
dependent on the pilot getting them off the ground, on the plane holding
together. He was jittering like crazy in this forced inaction. But finally
the gunfire began to grow more distant, and shortly it was drowned out
completely by the engines. The aircraft's speed pressed Heru-sa-aset back.
He felt the instant when the wheels lost contact with the tarmac.
They were in the air.
"Secure cargo bay for take-off," the pilot's voice quavered belatedly over
the intercom. He was obviously shaken, taking deep, calming breaths, seeking
relief in checklists, protocol, and routine.
The YF-25 Serpentarius-VI didn't hit or encounter any attack planes. The
pilot kept to low altitude, probably breaking several hundred FAA
regulations, until they were beyond the immediate periphery of the airport.
Heru-sa-aset swallowed hard. His ears kept popping. He and the others
settled in their places.
"Well, that was intense. What about radar?" Methos asked.
Heru-sa-aset glanced at him. "The mortals haven't anything that can pick up
this jet. We are invisible."
"Is that so?" Methos questioned again.
Heru-sa-aset looked at him in mocking suspicion. "My dear child, this is a
YF-25 Serpentarius-VI prototype, developed at Aeronautical Systems Center,
Wright-Patterson Air Force Base, Ohio, under my own specifications. It is
going to be the replacement for several fighting planes someday between the
next ten years." The Prince eyed around him in admiration, obviously proud
of his toy. "The AF Research Laboratory and Lockheed Martin added laser
beams to this aircraft. This baby
combines Stealth design with supersonic, highly maneuverable, dual-engine,
long-range requirements of an air-to-air fighter, and it also have an
inherent air-to-ground capability, if needed."
Methos raised an eyebrow. "So, basically your talking about that your fancy
toy could enable us first-look, first-shot, and first-kill capability."
"Of course," Heru-sa-aset admitted. "The airframe is made of titanium,
aluminum, composites, steel, and other materials. Titanium and thermoplastic
composites comprise the largest percentage of the equipment. Let's hope it
will be enough against Lilitu."
"Talking about her," Methos looked at the others, who had remained pretty
calm during the take off. "What's next?"
"First, I need to get rid of this pilot," Heru-sa-aset commented.
"Once outside USA borders, we can find a clandestine airstrip in Mexico.
They are many of them because the drug-dealers," Myrddin suggested taking
his computer. "I could find it via my satellites."
"Do it, brother," the Egyptian Prince said smiling.
"What about the media?" Myrddin asked tapping the keys.
"Same as always," Heru-sa-aset answered. "They will report the strange
circumstances of the attack. The papers and the TV will be all full of
stories of arsonists and mad bombers. The police have leapt to many arrests,
but that tactic it's not going to stick. It will become one of those
heads-will-roll embarrassments to the force. Right now many terrorist groups
are naming and claiming
credit for the attack and their participation in the assault, but that will
be even less credible. So, the FBI guys are going to gearing up for an
interstate manhunt. Nothing more. Not a word about the Hunters, or us. I
took care of that before leaving the airport. My only concern is the status
quo of the world. How are the countries' borders?"
"As before," Myrddin said without raising his gaze from the screen. "Many
countries have their armies waiting, but so far everybody is standing by."
"We need to find Lilitu before she tries something more radical," Zarach
announced with concerned tone. "Myrddin," he said glancing at the Druid,
"anything new showing up on your computer?"
"Well, I looked for any strange, large-scale movements in the past few days.
You know, large numbers of men-perhaps troops. And definitely, unusually
large money movements," he said, scanning his companions. "However, as
strange as it sounds, there were no clues about such topics. It seems that
not even the American CIA, the British SAS and CID branches, the French
Surete, the Israeli Mossad, or the Russian KGB were aware of something. It
seemed global attention was focused in the natural disasters around the
world."
Zarach's eyes narrowed. Beside him, Methos looked at the expression in his
former master's eyes. "However, you're suspecting something else. Is this
not so, Myrddin?" the two-colored eyes Immortal asked.
"Yes," the Druid nodded in agreement. "To tell you the truth, it always
bothered me the way Lilitu managed to kill those Immortals inside Holy
Ground around the world almost at the same time." For once, Myrddin put his
laptop aside. A strange spark of knowledge shone inside his eyes. "Then I
remembered something Quetzalcohuatl told me six hundred years ago."
The others looked at him intensely. Myrddin continued. "The Old Snake used
to talk about the Dream and its manifestations. He described it many times
as the realm of death. A concept familiar to me, I must admit. After all, we
Celts believed in such things too. Sometimes Quetzalcohuatl and I theorized
about the other world, and we came to the same conclusion: the magic of the
Dream was attained in bloody wisdom. elemental, essential, inescapable. love
of the sensual tempered by a profound respect for the spiritual. Light and
dark, with endless shades between, the two represent contrast and conflict,
each defined by and dependent on the other. However, Quetzalcohuatl always
remarked the fact that in this world-in our universe, I mean-there was no
real magic as we could imagine it. He always insisted that in order for the
Dream to make contact with us, it will always need a physical manifestation,
a recipient if you will, a particular being with certain characteristics to
make the 'magic' work."
"A recipient such as Corazon Negro, the new Dreamer," Zarach affirmed.
"Ok, if Corazon Negro is the Dreamer, and therefore the chosen one to
control the Dream because of his particular characteristics," Methos spoke,
"then how the hell did Lilitu ever manage to contact the Dream world?
According with Quetzalcohuatl's knowledge it dwells in the darkness outside
our reality. Where did she find the spell that enabled her to communicate
with it?"
"The Dream and the shattered worlds were described in a lost section of the
Book of Enoch," Zarach said, naming the fabled volume of Immortal lore of
which only fragments remained. "More than a hundred years ago, a Watcher
scholar found the forgotten passage carved on the wall of an ancient tomb in
the Middle East. Lilitu killed him before he could report the discovery to
the brotherhood. The formula inscribed on the stones enabled her to contact
the Dream."
"That would explain her inherent capacity to escape from the Quickenings on
Holy Ground," Aylon commented for the first time. Once again, his voice was
full of anger.
"Exactly," Myrddin continued. "Remember Pompeii? After she killed Angelus
she got caught in the Vesuvius's eruption and the subsequent earthquake.
Afterwards, she locked herself for several centuries in the tomb the
Watchers found in Syria only last century. The one Methos investigated in
1985, after Quetzalcohuatl's dead."
"And after she killed the Old Snake in Mexico back at 1985, she hid herself
in Australia, until days ago, when all this mess started," Methos commented.
"But this time is different," Zarach said. "This time, apparently she is not
getting weaker because of her killings on Holy Ground, otherwise, she could
never escape in time before the destruction." The two-colored eyes Immortal
folded his arms across his chest. "Lilitu is a threat to both mortals and
Immortals. I am concerned with the survival of both races."
Heru-sa-aset sighed. "You know her better than any of us, Zarach. I think is
time for you to talk straight."