The Giza Death Star Revisited: A New Steemit Novel Chapter 61

The Giza Death Star Revisited: A Novel Based on the Work of Joseph P. Farrell

©2017 by Carl Joseph DeMarco

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Chapter 61

At that moment, Greaves shot through the hole, landed on his feet right next to Faro, CAR-15 locked, loaded and aimed. He swept it side to side pausing on each villain, but they had already drawn too. Faro responded by whipping out the shiny .45 and pointed it at Müller. It was a Mexican stand-off.

“Giuseppe! How nice of you to join our little munch. And you brought company.”

“Is that what it’s come to, Reinhardt: damsels in distress to indulge your puerile fantasies?”

“As you can see, this is hardly a fantasy.” He became uncommonly stern. “It is all too real, and bears very real, and serious, consequences.”

“You can’t kill me, Reinhardt. You’ll recall that we have an arrangement.”

“You’ve overstepped. This surprise appearance of yours may have just canceled our ‘arrangement.’”

This was precisely the chance Thorny and One Flare needed to make their move.

Now, there are three ways to be invisible. The first way is to be invisible, but that is a very difficult trick to learn. The second way is to appear to be something else, which has already been demonstrated. The third way is simply not to be seen. It was this third option they chose to execute, which was easy with everyone else pointing guns at each other and the bad guys with their backs to them.

Leaving their moccasins behind, the boys pranced silently up to their objectives. Thorny positioned himself so his shoulder was directly under the rope hogtying Carrie so it was like a shoulder strap, and began to cut the suspension line with his knife. One Flare stood so Mary and the pole obscured him from the bad guys in case anyone turned around, and sliced through the ropes that lashed her to the pole.

Carrie’s full weight sunk on to Thorny’s shoulder and they both winced silently in pain. One Flare threw Mary over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and they trucked silently off leaving their moccasins behind. All the while Faro and Greaves furtively observed the boys’ actions while keeping the miscreants occupied.

The armed palaver continued. “But you see, Giuseppe, I don’t have to kill you. I can kill them.” He and Mr. Silva turned to indicate their victims but were suddenly overwhelmed with astonishment. They were confounded, stunned, flummoxed, horrified and perplexed.

“Seems like your little party’s been crashed, Reinhardt. What will Bariloche say?”

“After them, imbeciles! Silva, see to your men!”

Mr. Silva pushed and beat his men into action, but the culprits were nowhere to be seen, and nobody knew which way they went. Were they really invisible, or had they already achieved the tunnel? Ah, that is a mystery. The men dashed down hallways and kicked open doors, but could find nothing.

“Well, Reinhardt, my work here is done. Exit, stage left.”

Greaves had already begun inching his way toward the escape route, weapon still fixed alternately on Müller and Silva. Faro fell in behind him and they increased their pace. Silva raised his pistol to plug Faro, but Müller put out his hand and lowered the weapon.

“He’s right. We still can’t kill him.”

Greaves tracked Thorny and One Flare's bare feet back through the boiler room to the tunnel while the Doc postioned himself so they were back to back and took tail, weapon poised. The hired thugs watched helplessly. There was no one to kill, and no one to pursue, yet. For the first time in a very, very long while, Müller’s composure broke. As the two men disappeared from view, he let out an anguished howl.

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