The Third Key (GUARDING THE LIGHT) (19 page)

Gunnar hoped that this sentence was not conclusive, or it would be the first time he had heard that sort of defeated attitude from Jason.

“But, the whole thing is just … something just tells me that they do not have the Third Key, yet! You see
,
Quabil
wants to kill me. This is only reason he shared the whole horrible thing and he wanted me to hear the location of the Third Key. They have the same information that we do, right?” Jason saw Gunnar nod affirmatively. Good, they were on the same page.

“Now, wherever they have been, from practically any part of the world they could have arrived at both locations, Essex or Prague… about 2 or 3 hours ago. You see … nothing’s changed. They don’t hold the Third Key either!” Jason concluded.

“But ... does that… it means we have time…?” Gunnar’s eyes brightened, but he laughed. “We ‘only’ have to figure out where they are
now……”

Just then, an incoming email tone ‘tinged’ inside the BMW X6 cabin and Gunnar checked the Retina screen of his
iPad
reflexively.
His eyes opened wide and his eyebrows lifted into a u-shape as he spoke:

“This is may be the greatest or the worst news…! Something just appeared on police scanners in the UK, Essex local police unit. A forceful break-in - 4 victims, priest crucified - violently hung on a cross, no property missing. Listen to this … 52 witnesses describe some strange phenomena and ‘unexplainable’ light…” Gunnar paused and looked up, trying to gauge Jason’s reaction.

“That’s it!” Jason confirmed. “When was that?”

“Four hours ago, but
where
is the best thing – St. Peter’s Church.” Gunnar almost sounded smug.

Jason thought out loud:

“Of
course
, St. Peter’s! So, four hours plus police delay means … they had been there at least four and half hours ago! That, my friend, I call REALLY good news!” New energy returned to Jason’s blue eyes. “If the Diamond Gates
were
opened, I would feel it…. but even if I didn’t -” Jason was picking up steam - “…horrible creatures would have arrived in a killing rage and the whole world would be screaming in pain. Last thing before we move…” Jason scanned all possibilities in his mind’s eye. It was dizzying to watch his eyes go back and forth.

“Scan all the news, news portals, all the networks … any sort of disaster, attack, bombing, genocide…”– Gunnar’s was already typing search terms on the screen of his
iPad
along with his team. It took a minute for results:

“Let’s see… U.S., Canada nothing
from there
. Latin
Americaaaa
looks like … no. Africa
noup
….”

It was all clear now.
Quabil
and his demon team were in the same position – they did not have the Third Key in their possession!

The fight was clearly not over yet. His subconscious, conscious and super conscious mind started working in synergy, connecting the dots, analyzing and searching for the best possible moves.

But … nothing that made any sense….

“Pull out that last one for me again”, Jason asked, and reviewed the top 5, then the top 10 ideas that Gunnar’s team had churned out hours ago.

Again
–
nothing!
Pressure built again, and Jason felt that he was missing something essential. He took in a deep breath, and relaxed. Beside him, Jason could feel that Gunnar was praying intensely and at this moment of desperation he began doing the same, in his own way.

Suddenly, an idea hit him like a thunderbolt! He remembered
Kailash
, his ‘failing’ on the test …
Durjay
. He remembered his intense experience and
Durjay’s
message after he ‘failed’ the test. An AHA moment!

“Surrender fully and let go.” That was the missing element. As soon as he surrendered fully in his spirit, he was instantly led to inspired thoughts and actions. And he spoke to Gunnar in his warm deep voice:

“Listen, what if the location, the ‘39.T10ETG’ is not the main part of the puzzle. His last words as a dying Guardian of the Light … what if he spoke them not out of weakness but out of duty!
Now, I can understand it.” Jason blinked back tears of respect, of awe.

“He didn’t just say those words to get relief.
He was suffering immensely but he spoke those words in order to assist us in destroying the Demonic Alliance -” Shaking his head, Jason tried to move on but Gunnar had to jump in:

“Wait, wait … what? How? I don’t get it, where do you see that…?”

“Think a minute. He knew exactly what he was doing! His last words were true in the sense that they contained truth … therefore
Quabil
could not feel anything suspicious … He helped us and
Quabil
actually got cheated, all at the same time!”

“Now … I am totally confused … I think”, said Gunnar with a confused look.

“Just listen; his last words were:

‘
..it
is…below…
green
copperas
altar…Temple of 39. T10ETG”
.

I believe he gave up the location of the Diamond Gate but
not
the location of the Key. As a Guardian, he knew what the others (including
Quabil
) couldn’t know … that location is reviled to those of evil who are in possession of all Three Keys …” Jason paused so Gunnar could mentally adjust to the news.

“I am sure, he calculated his last moments perfectly. He created a chance to trap and destroy them, my friend! He died gloriously by carrying out his mission. Knowing about the demonic nature, he was able to predict how
Quabil
would react. They are for sure on their way here, right now!”

“You mean … right
now
, right now
?!
“ Gunnar raised his voice. He had been hoping, a little bit, that they wouldn’t have to face another showdown. Jason still had to stop the powers of the Demonic Alliance
without Armor or Weapons. Right!

XXIV.

Gunnar had faith in the arrangement of the Universal Laws (destiny, the Creator,
or whatever word people use for the power behind everything
) and in Jason’s judgment…at the same
time,
he could not stop himself from dwelling on the rational aspects of the situation. The managing ‘board’ of this Universe, the Council of Light that held the reigns of this universe, for some reason had ‘allowed’ this impossible situation to happen. It looked like a really unfair advantage on the side of evil forces. That really bothered Gunnar, and some part of him couldn’t let it go.

Gunnar picked up the CB unit, planning to call up team members. Jason’s hand stopped him before he could press the red connection button.

“Call no one”, he said seriously. “If they came, they would all be annihilated. Even Michael is not ready for this sort of enemy. Paying with their own lives, they could only buy me a short time or no time at all. You ALL should leave, right now!” Jason’s voice held no room for argument.

“But we could ambush them or come up with some sort of strategy
that ….”
As Gunnar started with explaining his idea for how the team could help, Jason placed his strong hand behind his neck and responded in a deep voice filled with honest concern:

“I appreciate that, but it is just too risky, too dangerous - a needless loss of lives. If the Higher Powers and the Creator are going to empower me, I’ll be victorious even if I face the darkness alone. Please, go in peace, my friend. This is a fight that I must carry out alone.”

Gunnar couldn’t be at peace, not yet, he felt disturbed without a chance to interfere, help … at least try something… yet at the same time, deep in his heart he knew that the words of Jason carried truth.
He decided to stay away but as near as he possibly could. He could at least obey the letter of the law.

XXV.

Nothing human-made would be useful to Jason in this upcoming war. He really missed his Armor, Weapons and the Mystic Powers – he felt practically naked without Guardian gear - but he would miss them a lot more when the war began. Jason felt like a person on the shore of the ocean, looking at the approaching waves of a Tsunami. Sometimes, ignorance is bliss. At least the man or woman running in front of Tsunami waves has no idea what to do. Jason knew exactly how to defeat the Demonic Alliance agent since he’d already killed him once – with his powerful Gear.

Jason recalled his last fight with
Quabil
, reviewing it for clues… but nothing from past could help him now. The only preparation he could do was to focus and collect all the strength he possibly could.

He sat on the stairs in front of the entrance of the Temple of
Tyn
– from there, one could enter the secret corridors that led down to the Altar Room. In front of the gate was a place where three narrow streets connected. Fortunately, the beggars and street musicians were all gone and only a few people could be seen on the streets, walking by. It was already dark and quite chilly, so tourists were already in their warm hotel rooms, in restaurants and the well-known nightclubs of Prague. It was peaceful before the storm - more dangerous and devastating than any storm known on earth.

That peaceful feeling subtly began to change. First, it was just a ‘feeling’ that Jason had already met in the past while carrying out his duties as Guardian, though this feeling was stronger and more overwhelming.
Coldness
crept around his heart, followed by a sense of disgust, like he had smelled or heard something horrible. Jason knew –
Quabil
was near.

From where he was sitting, on the staircase in front of the massive doors of the Temple, Jason could hear footsteps coming towards him, coming out from the narrow street that led to Old Town Square. The footsteps in their leather-soled shoes echoed in the narrow space of the street. As the steps grew louder the ‘feeling’ grew in strength, until Jason felt like he was swimming in a sewer – pressed down on every side with evil. He jumped up and took a few steps down the staircase in order to see the street, and to meet the oncoming wave. There, about fifty feet away from where he was standing, between two high buildings, he saw three dark figures moving towards him. With the bright light of the Old Town Square behind them it was easy to see two men with guns in their hands, or something equally sinister. Those men were walking ten feet ahead of the third figure. Protecting both sides of a man in the middle, they moved with caution, sweeping the space before them.

Jason knew the man in middle; not so long ago, he had fought that man and won.
He had left a lifeless body lying on dusty ground near
Punakha
, in an odd country named Bhutan. The ribs were broken and most of the internal organs were damaged beyond repair, due to the severity of the blows. For a second, Jason relived the shock he’d felt at knowing that man had come back to life!
Judging on the basis of how fast he had killed two Guardians and what he’d done to the third Guardian, the demons
who
had raised him up had done an excellent job –
Quabil
was more powerful than ever.

As soon they noticed him, the two bodyguards pointed their weapons towards Jason’s chest, preparing to fire. Both turned towards their leader, expecting to see him give them permission – but no sign came. As they moved closer, they could see the figure of a man under the streetlight. Dressed in a white T-shirt with a red
Hayabusa
logo across the chest, in dark pants and Army boots, he looked like he was waiting – poised for attack. The blue glow of the neon light carved out the shape of his powerful arms, chest and shoulders - he seemed to have no weapons but it was obvious that this warrior waited for them.

Both men moved with intent to kill. They squeezed the triggers to fire - but they couldn’t!

“Hold your horses!” snapped
Quabil
. His assistants, confused, kept their guns trained on their target, but it didn’t stop them from thinking:

“We’re minutes away from blowing open the Diamond Gate. Our army is
ready,
the Alliance can end the freedom of the Human Race …why does the commander stop us from wiping out this cockroach? Why does he care? “ Obedient but confused, the two men watched their master pace panther-like toward the man in the
Hayabusa
T-Shirt
.

Jason was standing in front of evil personified, not able to fully realize his powers. The Demonic Alliance had invested everything into this person. Jason’s horrible ‘feeling’ reached the highest intensity – his skin crawled with it. He tried to focus his mind but the peace was gone. He felt overwhelmingly
small,
face-to-face with an enemy whose next move would destroy everything Jason loved and lived for. Images poured through his mind of the Alliance moving through men, women, babies, sick and old … humans enslaved, raped … annihilated. Knowing the effect he had, and savoring the moment,
Quabil
stood right in front of him looking straight into Jason’s eyes.