EXCERPT FROM TEMPLARS QUEST: GHOST KILLER
“Jack, I’m warning you! I’ll release fire and brimstone on you.”
“Is that a threat?” I calmly asked, as I pulled out a smoke.
“It’s a promise. If you don’t bring Adam here in 15 minutes then we’re going to have trouble.”
“Look, I’m trying to reason with you. Your father wanted it this way. According to him, so did God. Besides, the kids are safe here.”
Christian replied, “Here’s what I suggest. You keep Emma, and Adam comes with me. Does that sound fair?”
I laughed in his face. “Christian, I know what you want. So cut the bullshit. If you think I’d let Adam and the sword go with you then you’re crazy.”
Christian grabbed the fence again and shook it like a crazed gorilla. “You’re really pissing me off, Jack! If I get my hands on you, you’re dead meat. Open the damn gate! Come out and fight me like a man. No weapons, just good old hand-to-hand combat.”
Blowing a white cloud of smoke in his face, he backed away from the fence and coughed. I asked, “Why in the hell should I fight you?”
“You’re a coward, a chicken shit. You know I could beat your ass.”
“You just don’t get it. This isn’t about you and me. It’s about the kids and perhaps the future of mankind.”
Christian’s men were gathering behind him. They had their weapons in low ready position. They could kill me and maybe some of my men before they died. I was trying to buy some time until my men were all in position, at noon, to spring my trap. It was only 11:20 so I had to stall him as long as possible.
Christian asked, “What do you mean the future of mankind?”
“The way I see it, if you get hold of the treasure, then the future of mankind is at risk.”
“How do you know about the treasure?”
“Adam told me everything, including the fact that you tried to steal the sword and kill your brother. That’s why you were outcast from the Knights Templar.”
“That’s a damn lie! He was killed by someone during a home break-in.”
One of his men walked up and asked Christian, “Is that true?”
“Yeah, he was killed when someone broke into his house, so shut the hell up.”
I replied to the solider, “That’s not what Adam told me. Christian tried to steal the sword.”
I heard a commotion behind me and turned to see Adam walking towards us wearing a white mantle with the crimson cross on it. The Sword of Jerusalem was strapped on his waist.
I asked Adam, “What are you doing?” He looked at me but didn’t reply.
Adam walked up to the fence peering at Christian. “I’ll give you the sword under the condition that Emma and I stay here.”
Big Christian thought about it for a minute. “It’s a deal, if you tell me what the sword says.”
“Ok, I agree.” Adam replied.
I said, “Adam, wait don’t agree to that.”
“I have to. Please open the gate.”
I hesitated but nodded ok. Slowly I unlocked the gate and pushed it open. Adam stepped outside with me by his side. I flicked the safety off my M4 as we walked out into the danger zone. I was prepared to kill Christian on the spot.
Adam walked by Christian and stepped up onto a foot high rock next to him. Christian and his men were watching his every move. Gazing at the Templar Warriors, he shouted in a firm voice, “My name is Adam de Molay! I’m the rightful heir to be the next Grand Master!”
In one swift movement, he pulled the sword out of its scabbard, kissed the golden handle, and pointed it at the sky. Holding the blade high in the air, Adam shouted, “This is the Sword of Jerusalem! It holds the secrets to God’s Treasure!”
The blade was glowing in the bright sun. It reflected the sunlight like a mirror. Christian’s soldiers all dropped to one knee. One warrior shouted, “Praise God!” They all repeated the words in unison and bowed their heads.
Christian saw his men all drop to one knee and so did he, right in front of Adam, a couple of feet away. With Christian’s head slightly bowed I saw the sword reflect the sunlight over him.
Quickly and unexpectedly the sword flashed a white blinding light as if it was hit by a lightning bolt. A strong gust of wind blew up at the same time. The odd thing was, there was no noise. It was dead silent. I had to glance away and close my eyes from the intense flash of light. It was so strong; I could only see white spots for a second or two as I was blinded by the brilliant flash.
Opening my eyes, I looked up at Adam holding the sword high in the air. Blood was running down the blade. I realized what had just happened when I noticed Christian’s head on the ground. His body, slumped over, was pumping blood out of his open neck.
Adam was still pointing the sword at the sky as crimson red ran down the shimmering blade, and he said, “Glory to God in the highest.”