Wings of Deception (48 page)

Finally he made it to the field where the plane was supposed to pick up three men and one woman in one hour. Having the extra time
,
he prayed, knowin
g God was answering his prayers in a most unorthodox way.

He took a nap underneath a Chinaberry tree and woke only when he heard the drone of the aircraft. Hopping up he watched as the most unusual plane eased down in the center of the field. The hum of the motor was still going as the steps were let down. Simultaneously, a large vehicle pulled up close to let some people out. There were four altogether and without ado, they proceeded to board the plane.

Dwight rushed up behind them halfway expecting someone to say something to him, but they did not. He followed them up the steps and avoided touching anyone. Once onboard, he looked around and decided that the safest place for him was behind the last seat so he scrunched in folding his long legs under him.

It took only a few minutes for everyone to get settled and the plane took off
. There was small talk between the passengers that was of no interest to Dwight. Only when he heard one of the men refer to another as Mr. Secretary, did his ears perk up. Could they mean, surely not! But listening closely to the conversation that followed, he had no doubts.
Lord God
,
but the arms of evil reached far
, he was thinking
.
A
small still voice said, “
But mine reaches further
.” Dwight smiled for he knew he was not traveling alone. God was with him.

He carefully
listened  for
any
other
names to be mentioned, making note of anything that may be useful later on. Having no idea where the plane was taking them, he wondered how long they would be in the air. He was not worried about his visibility, for Sang-
mi‘s note said it would not change until he was completely covered again with water. He wondered how surprised the three would be when they realized he was there with them. Thank God for Sang-mi!

Thirty-Five

The four people got off first and Dwight slipped out right behind them. He watched fascinated as
had
his friends, as the wall closed them in what was totally a hidden domain. Careful not to exclaim aloud, he took it all in while staying close to the group. They entered the front room which was as big as a Wal-Mart at least. The monitors were all going at once and Dwight would have liked to
st
oo
d
and watch
ed
them but he did not dare
.
H
e had to find out where everyone was. To do that he needed to see Garrett or
Asa
, w
ho
ever he was.

Sure enough before they reached the other side of the room a woman approached them.

“
The master has directed me to inform you that
he will meet you at the dinner hour. You may rest in your quarters until then. If you will all follow me, please.”

Dwight was right behind them. The first stop, a door was opened and the woman of the group nodded and entered. Continuing on down the hall, there were three more such stops, until all four were tucked away in their little piece of paradise.

Instead of following the strange looking lady back down the hall, Dwight thought he would just investigate the other rooms. Maybe he would find one or maybe all three of his friends. Knowing that no one could see him gave him a courage he knew he did not own under normal circumstances. It was almost exhilarating. He opened doors and quickly entered into the rooms, one by one. While some were occupied, he saw no sign of Jacks or the two women.

“Just stay cool. You have all night, who needs sleep anyway?
You are going to find them!
” His silent joking was only an outlet for his fear that
Asa
had already done away with
them
and he
might be just
too late.

He had searched each room on that hall so he went back to the large room and waited. He was not sure what time dinner was but it had to be sooner or later. Meanwhile he watched one monitor after the other and was dumfounded by what he was seeing. People would not believe what the monitors depicted. No wonder the world was going crazy. Evil had many names and
Asa
was one of them and his time was growing nigh so now he was getting ready for one last show.

Dwight was a Biblical history scholar, so he was aware of a lot of things that the ordinary layman might not be. The things he saw only reinforced what he already knew
,
t
hat this Earth age was just about to be over.
That meant that the evil one was facing death and he was determined to take as many of God’s children with him as he could. Only by a master plan of deception could he possibly do this and what Dwight was seeing here, was the most ingenious plan for mass deception there could ever be.

Saddened by all that he saw, his spirit was dampened by the fact that all the people in this place were under the rule of a fake king. He knelt right there in the middle of the great room and cried out silently to the true Lord for their souls. While he was kneeling someone bumped into him. Looking up he saw that it was Jacks
who
had the funniest look on his face as he was apologizing to nothing but air.

Wight felt laughter well up within him, in spite of his sadness. He stood up as Jacks composed himself from nearly falling and whispered, “Jacks.” Looking around and seeing no one
,
Jacks thought he was just hearing things and continued toward where he had been having his meals with
Asa
.

“Jacks.”
He stopped walking
and then started back. “Jacks, it is Dwight. Keep walking and listen to me. You cannot see me but I am here to take you and the
girls
home. Do you know where they are? Just nod or shake your head.”

Jacks was
flabbergasted at Dwight’s voice talking to him and him not there. He kept walking and nodded.

“Great, then they are okay. Thank you Jesus!”

Jacks felt so weird. How was this possible? Maybe it was one of
Asa’s
tricks. It must be a test.

He stepped into a room with facilities and no cameras. “Prove to me who you are! There is much magic here.”

This baffled Dwight and he replied, “How am I supposed to do that?”

It sure sounded like Dwight. Still he could not take any chances. Okay, so if you are Dwight, tell me who redid the table in Sheila’s kitchen?” Dwight never thought that Jacks would not believe it was him.

“I am not sure but I think she told me that it was Honey? Jacks, it is me and I am going to get ya’ll out of here. Sang-mi helped
me,
she gave me this bottle of stuff that made me invisible. Do you understand? We are all going to walk out of here alive, you, me, Honey and Sheila. Come on man, say you believe me! We have
work
to do and I need your help to do it.”

“Okay, say I believe you, how are you going to get us out of here? These mountains are miles from nowhere. We cannot walk so just what did you have in mind?”

“I thought we would borrow one of those new airplanes
Asa
sports around in, what else?”

Jacks was
beginning to believe that it was Dwight he was talking to and excitement welled up inside him.

“
Okay, so I need to go now or
Asa
will wonder.
Come with me since they cannot see you, just maybe we can get his new guests to talking. You never know what we will hear. After dinner you can come to my room and we can make plans.”

“Right there with you buddy! Let’s go.”

Jacks was
convinced that this was really happening and throughout dinner he was jolly and conversed with all
Asa’s
guests. He was surprised that
Asa
actually let him join such prominent figures. He remembered Sheila saying that she overheard Morgan having a conversation with the president himself. No wonder the courtrooms were so corrupt, it was trickling down from the very top.

While Jacks kept everyone talking, Dwight took mental notes. His life would never be the same after this. He was really anxious to see Sheila and
,
of course
,
Honey
,
too.

The group of people lingered over drinks discussing politics until Dwight could have screamed. Thankfully, it was
Asa
who decided it was time to end the night.

“It is a bi
g
day for us all tomorrow and I want to be well rested so I will say good night to you all. Stay as long as you wish and enjoy yourselves!” He left with his two men who accompanied him everywhere, always staying in the shadows but ready to protect their master at all times. Jacks had noted this for his plans for escaping.
He had to admit, Dwight’s plan was much better and more of a sure thing.

He was as anxious to leave as Dwight was but he lingered just long enough to be polite before saying his own goodnights.

When they were back in Jacks room
in his bath
, Dwight told him everything that happened after he got back to New York and began looking for them. He told him about finding the stone house and the bodies. Jacks felt a stab of pain at the confirmation of Simon’s demise for no matter
what,
he did believe the man was his grandfather. It made him sad to think that he did not escape as it was looking like he was.

He in turn told Dwight what was going on with the girls and how they had managed to
isolate
several of the young people and reverse the hypnosis. Dwight was not surprised that all the people here were under a
form of hypnosis but he was now concerned about the extra people.
Sang-mi’s instructions were only for individual
submersions
but he supposed they could all get into the same water. He would worry about that after he figured out how they were going to manage one of the aircraft.

“I am going to do some snooping around tonight
after I visit the girls,
so I will see you in the morning.”

Jacks wished he could go with him but it was not a good idea to dunk
himself
just yet. “You do that and be careful, Dwight. I think I am going to need you to teach me some stuff when we get out of here.”

“You can count on it!”

Dwight was enjoying his role in spite of the danger lurking everywhere. He went back to the front room where all the monitors were and going straight across as Jacks had told him, he followed the hall until he came to the room that should be Honey and Sheila’s. He was happy to find it was not locked and gently he opened it and entered. He did not want to frighten them so he went to where Sheila was
lying in her bed. It looked like both were sleeping soundly. He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Sheila’s sweet face,
then
going down on his knees, he whispered in her ear, “Sheila, this is Dwight and I need you to wake up but do not say anything just yet.” He felt her stir and heard her groan, “Dwight?” She turned over and her eyes opened and then closed. He whispered again, “Sheila, it is Dwight, you cannot see me but I am here to take you all back home.” This time when Sheila opened her eyes, she kept them open and whispered. “Dwight, did you just tell me that you are here in this room with me? Jesus, I must be dreaming!”

She sat up rubbing her eyes. Dwight whispered again, “Sheila, it is me, Dwight. Go into the bathroom so we can talk. Please.”

“Okay, so I am over the edge here. I am hearing voices.
Honey!”
She whispered across to Honey who was still sleeping. “Honey, I need you to wake up.”

“H
mm, what is it Sheila, you okay?” Struggling to wake up, Honey too, sat up. What is wrong?”

“I am hearing Dwight talk and he keeps waking me up saying he is here. It is spooking me. Can I sleep with you?”

Honey looked at the narrow bed meant for one and shook her head.
“No way.
Go back to sleep.”
She started to lie back down when she also heard Dwight’s persistent voice.

“Honey, this is Dwight and
although you cannot see me,
I am here and I need to talk with you both. Now get Sheila and come to the bath
room
so we can talk.
I know about the cameras
”

Honey was shaking her head but
got up and said to Sheila, “Come on Sheila,
you hear
Dwight
, he
wants to talk.”