Becky and Friends

Becky and Friends B6

Becky called me the other day, sounding very excited. When she does this, I always feel she is about to do a number on me.

"Oh grampa! I saw the sweetest Himalayan kitten I have ever seen. It was the only one left in the pet store, and I just had to tell you about it."

"That's nice. Thanks for calling."

"Wait grampa. Don't hang up. I just want to ask you if you could let me borrow $400.00. That's really a good price. These marvelous pure bred kittens usually sell for over $600.00. And it has papers and everything."

"What everything? I don't know what you mean."

"You know like shots, and the vet will include its own carrying case, and stuff like that. Please grampa, could you lend me the $400.00?"

"Tell me Becky what pets you have now."

"Not many. You know Stella, our Irish water spaniel, the one who loves swimming in your pool. You even call her your grand dog. And Spencer, our almost Himalayan cat, who is already six years old, and the vet says he could last another six years. And of course the two gold fish, and that cute little gerbil. That's it grampa, and if you ask mom she will tell you how kind I am with my friends."

"What about your poodle Sparky?"

"He's not real grampa. You made him up for your cartoon series. And that is one of the reasons I thought you would give me the money for the kitten."

"But I don't get any money for the series."

"Then why do you do it if you don't get paid for it?"

"For fun. Just like you with your friends. And I noticed you are now asking for the money and I haven't heard how you are going to pay me back."

"If you really want me to pay you back, I'll find a way."

"Why don't you and your friend set up a lemonade stand in your front yard and sell cool drinks. In fact, I'll buy the lemons. You better get started right away. Someone else may get the kitten before you can afford it. Bye Becky. Call again. I love talking with you."

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Trees Hold Up the Sky 30 William James Johnson

In the fall of 2020, the long awaited report on the cave mural of Atabapo was released to the scientific community. Its shocking apocalyptic revelations became the single most important factor in the rapidly diminishing influence in formal religion's impact on society. By the time the report was completed, several of the events predicted had come to pass. Dr. Jess Martin and his associate Dr. Laura Mason, shared Nobel honours for their highly creative interpretation of ancient hierology, the sacred literature of pre-hominid creatures.

Carbon dating of the pigment used in creating the magnificent mural established the date of origin, prior to 500,000 years, the oldest communication ever discovered between an ancient civilization and modern man. The figures in the mural which resembled those seen at Ahuntipec, were judged to be creatures from another universe that had deliberately come to planet earth to fulfill what was for them, a sacred mission. These wonderful beings brought with them the secret of immortality, which they wished to give to mankind, whose own limited evolution made it impossible for early man to adapt. It was this repeated failure of man to advance, which led to the end of the alien struggle.

Both scientists interpreted this conclusion as probably being the origin of mankind's "Creation" myth and the expelling of our first parents from paradise. It was that fundamental judgment which resulted in the condemnation of the report findings by the world's organized religions. They were accused of doing the work of Satan, attempting to place science above traditional theology. The scientists attributed the motive of these aliens, who were several levels beyond man in evolution, to be pure creatures who wished to use their advanced knowledge in making earth a place of perfection.

Included in their gift of immortality, was their unending energy source which was alien to the radiation scientists given this portion of the problem to study. Dr. Ama Kahn couldn't conceive an energy source which was not entropic, which he decided was the basis for the immortality of the creatures, and was probably the method of time travel used to arrive across the space time spectrum. An eternal energy source, and immortal beings were as close to infinity as could ever be imagined. The mural contained an immense sphere, radiating whirling energy traces as the mode of transportation used to reach planet Earth. It was this unknown energy source still present in the cave mural which caused the radiation problems for the cave photographers whose bodies were not able to adapt, resulting in their gruesome deaths.

The visitors were called Nefertites by the Atabapo scientists because of their uncanny resemblance to the beautiful Queen of the Nile. The time line calculated in the mural, indicated that these visitors remained on earth for over 100,000 years, studying in great detail, the true nature of mankind. They made the alarming discovery, that man is unable to continue for more than 12,000 years before completely destroying himself. It was this realization, which resulted eventually in the Nefertites decision to go to another galaxy where they might discover other creatures who might be willing to accept the gift of immortality.

The ancient belief by the Hindus in a cyclical world, which transited through time in 12,000 year segments, corresponded to the theory of human existence discovered by the Nefertites, and was given the esoteric name by Hindu holymen, of Kali Yuga.

The fantastic mural was given by these spiritual visitors to their hosts as a sacred map of existence for hominids. Teleological in intent, the mural was the result of observation, after closely observing how man deals with change, and the evidence there was no basis for believing that man could rise above his animal nature, and take on the responsibility of protecting his environment for future immortal beings.

The Nefertites knew primitive man would progress from the basic survival mode, to the most advanced intellectual being on earth. In the final stages of each cycle, man would transfer problem solving to his own greater creations called cybernauts, and when this occurred, he would no longer have control over the environment which he massively destroyed.

This is the future these imperfect creatures experienced over and over again. It is no wonder, the Nefertites gave up on man. Their goodness was exquisitely manifested in their message to our age. They need not bother doing such a tremendous task, but as angels, they wanted to leave us something which will help us change. We may not become immortal, but we can still believe we never end. What we do now will determine what our energy will provide future generations. We must stop polluting our nest. Water is finite and it can be turned into a sewer for all mankind. When that happens, conjoined with poisonous gases in the atmosphere, will precipitate the end of this cycle. Cancer, Aids, starvation, nuclear threat, global wars, the end of religion, all are inevitable unless we learn the secrets of the sacred Atabapo Cave.

That's my story. I would appreciate any comments you wish to make...thanks Wild Bill.

Trees Hold Up the Sky 29 William James Johnson

Two hours into the flight, the steady hum of the Severski had a calming effect on everyone, lulling them into a light sleep. Below was the winding Orinoco River which Jess used as a navigational aid heading for Caracas. One of the major rivers in south America, the Orinoco whose name is derived from Guarano, meaning "a place to paddle," originates in the Guiana Highlands and travels north west, and returns east, a distance of approximately 1400 miles, to empty into the Atlantic ocean.

The brilliant morning sun had completely disappeared, giving way to the westerly movement of a low pressure system which provided intermittent showers, and large streaks of lightening and roars of thunder which drowned out the monotonous drone of the engine. The turbulence alerted the passengers to confirm nothing had broken loose during the surging up and down with the passage of the frontal system.

"Sorry folks. Not much I can do about this weather. Our forecast said there would be possible storms on this route, but it should clear up before Puerto Ayacucho, which is about 100 miles north. Make sure you tighten your seat belts. I sure don't want any of you injured in this turbulence."

"We're all okay Jess," said Hank. "Any problem maintaining this altitude?"

"The Russians sure built a good machine. It doesn't have all the refinements we had in our yankee whirlybirds, but it feels like it was made to last," said Jess reassuringly. Suddenly the huge craft felt like it was dropping out of the sky, plunging toward the drenched greenery below.

"Whoa! Give me more power Tomaso. We better get back up where we belong. Turn on the radar and see if we have any traffic in the area."

Tomaso had been well trained and was confident that Jess, with his many years in combat where he had to make rapid decisions, could control the Severski. Hank noticed a recurring banging sound outside the aircraft after its last drop in altitiude.

"Is it my imagination, or can you hear it too?" asked Hank.

"Hear what? Just the storm and the engine. What are you talking about?" asked Jess.

"There it is again. Sounds like something might be loose and is crashing against the bottom of the plane."

"Take control Tomaso. I'm going back to have a look."

Not only could he hear the sound, but he felt there was something striking against the bottom. Carefully he opened the sliding side door far enough to lean outside to check what caused the banging. The connector cable for one of the missiles had become detached from the aircraft socket, and the cable was swinging below the plane, occasionally coming upwards into the bottom of the aircraft. Jess came back inside to tell everyone what had happened.

"The power cable to our hot bird has come loose and I've got to fix it."

"How are you going to do that?" asked Hank.

"I'll need a couple of you to sit on me while I lean out as far as I can to reattach the plug. I can use the landing gear as a support for my free arm, but this is going to be quite a reach. Let's give it a go."

"Is it absolutely necessary to plug it in again?" asked Hank.

"If we don't, it might come loose and if it pulls away from us, the electronics on board could make it turn around and fly at us seeking our heat source. Sorry guys, but there's no other way."

"Why not just release it by firing it from your panel up front?" suggested Gonzalo.

"Same problem. When it is released, since it is not fastened securely, it might drop away from the Severski and it could end up searching for us and it would be game over. As a matter of fact, in the condition it is in now, we would not be permitted to land at Caracas. It's called a bomb hangup. Can you imagine what would happen if the weapon dropped on landing, and fired off at a commercial airport? Let's quit this stalling, and get it done."

He opened the side door of the Severski and slowly extended himself out into the cold drizzle, with Hank and Gonzalo bearing down on his legs. Struggling to grasp the swinging electrical cable, trying to fasten it into its socket, the lower half of his body felt pinned to the floor of the aircraft. A tremendous gust of wind struck the port side of the helicopter causing it to veer violently to the starboard. Both Hank and Gonzalo reacting instinctively to the change of the plane's position, rose up from Jess' legs momentarily, giving him a weightless sensation.

"Christ Tomaso! Fly the sonovabitch. Don't let it fly you," screamed Jess over the thrashing sound of the wind that was intensifying as they continued northward. "Okay guys, lets give it another try."

"Sorry Jess. It won't happen again," said Hank, relieved they grabbed him on time.

Stretched outside the aircraft beyond his waist, his arms trembling in the buffeting wind, he patiently made the connection. The biggest problem now was trying to screw in the locking housing which had not been properly fastened when the weapon was loaded the first time. Jess didn't want to strip the thread, which would prevent him from securing the device, essential for a successful firing of the missile if the need should arise. Seconds felt like minutes enduring the heavy rain, and blasting squall. At last it was done and they pulled him back inside the helicopter.

Estrelle was waiting with a large towel she had unpacked, while Laura pulled off his soaken clothing. Together they had him dry and smiling within minutes.

"Who was the guy who said we shouldn't leave home without them?" His sense of humour discharged the tremendous tension they had just endured.

"Fantastic Jess. You never cease to amaze me," said Hank.

"I'm okay guys. Just let me get up there and relieve Tomaso. Oh by the way, I don't have to tell you what I was thinking when you both lost contact with my legs do I?"

Within several minutes they passed through the northern edge of the storm, and were visually on track above the Orinoco. Radar confirmed they were within 70 miles of the airport at Ayacucho. Also on the radar Jess saw a blip from the south near Atabapo, rapidly proceeding in their direction. A few minutes later, a high pitched signal came from one of the black boxes on the control panel, followed by a flashing orange number.

"What's happening now captain?" asked Tomaso.

"IFF signal has been challenged."

"I don't understand. What is IFF?"

"It means Identification Friend or Foe. It was used during the air war in Europe, and it looks like the Russians have included that old code method of verifying radar contacts in their gunship."

"Could this signal be coming from the tower at Ayacucho?"

"IFF is normally used between airborne craft to determine who the radar contact is so that no mistakes are made shooting at friendly aircraft."

Their conversation was interrupted by the clear sound of a Spanish American accent on the aircraft radio.

"Severski Atabapo this is Executive Jet 1000, do you read over?"

"One thousand...loud and clear."

"Is this Captain Jess Martin speaking? Over."

"Yes it is. May I ask who wants to know?"

"This is General Cervantes. I was expecting to take all of you back to Bogota, as I was commanded by General Obispo. I was disappointed when I was told by the radio operator at San Fernando de Atabapo that you left at dawn this morning."

"That is correct. When we got word of the tragic events in Bogota, we were ordered to return to the United States as soon as possible, and that's what we're doing."

"But Captain Martin, you cannot just disappear like this without getting approval from the Colombian government first."

"From what we have heard on the radio, there is no government of Colombia at this time," said Jess, sarcastically.

"You are correct Captain. We have suffered a temporary disruption in our administration because of the cowardly assassination of General Obispo. Before his murder, the Secretary of State promoted me to the position of Chief of Defense. It is in that capacity that I am carrying out the General's commands. I am ordering you to land at Puerto Ayacucho, and return with me to Bogota."

"Thank you, but no thanks. You have no authority over us."

"The Severski is the property of the government of Colombia, and I am prepared to charge you with grand theft. If you do not cooperate, I will have to use force to bring you down."

"You're just bluffing Pablo. What kind of force do you have on an executive jet?"

"Have you forgotten we have had all our DEA aircraft outfitted with wing mounted 50mm cannons. Land at Ayacucho and let's put an end to this senseless killing."

"You realize General, we have three of your countrymen with us?"

"Even more reason why we should settle this without violence. I'm sure Professor de Quesada would want to return to Bogota with me. We need this wonderful man to help us end this revolt."

"They urged us to let them come to the U.S. to continue our scientific work and we need their expertise. I'm sure your cultural secretary would understand the importance of keeping this team together. They are with us, and I can assure you, they will remain with us."

"Are you saying that Professor de Quesada has agreed to flee his country with you? This I find very hard to believe. Gonzalo is a true patriot, and his country needs him at this tragic time. Please let me speak to him for a moment."

"Pablo, this is Gonzalo. Dr. Martin has clearly explained my wishes. I will be going back with them to Washington. Please look after my family, and tell them I love them."

"Are you mad? We need you to help us bring stability to our government, and all you can say is 'tell your family you love them.' I cannot guarantee their safety during this zambo uprising. You've got to land at Puerto Ayacucho and come back with me."

"General, this is Jess Martin again. You heard Gonzalo. I urge you, don't start doing something you will regret."

Cervantes realized he was getting nowhere, and switched his approach. "Ayacucho tower, this is Executive Jet 1000, do you read over?"

"Five square 1000. Over."

"This is General Cervantes speaking. I must know now how many DEA aircraft you have at your location, over."

"Sorry General. All DEA aircraft left for Bogota when they heard about the uprising in your capital."

"When did they leave?"

"At first light this morning General."

"Damn. We have to force down our Severski aircraft which was stolen by an American crew with three hostages on board."

"Please note General, we have the Severski on radar. May I remind you, this would be a violation of Venezuelan air space. If you use force to capture your craft, this could be seen as an act of war."

"Goddamn it. It is an act of war. Severski, this is your last chance. Land at Ayacucho and surrender, or be shot down."

Hank looked at Jess' poker face, trying desperately to get an indication of what he would do.

"That little bastard is going to try to shoot us down," said Jess. "Lucky for us he doesn't know about our missiles. I'm going to try to stall him for a few minutes."

"General Cervantes, could you give me fifteen minutes to discuss your offer with my associates."

"You've got ten minutes. Then I will fly directly at you, and fire my 50MMs. The shells will be directed above you to confirm I can blast you out of the sky. The second pass will not be a warning. Is that understood?"

"Acknowledged. Thank you General. I will get back to you as soon as we have a decision."

Jess turned and faced his passengers. "Well there it is gang. The bastard is going to shoot us down. He doesn't want us to land and surrender. He wants to solve this problem his way, which is to destroy us, and fabricate whatever scenario he can sell to the powers back in Bogota."

"So what do you think Jess"? asked Hank.

"I say we wait until he makes his threatening pass, and as he flys over I immediately turn in his direction and blast the hell out of Jet 1000. I hope to hell these smokers are serviceable. I don't see we have any other choice."

In a few minutes, Tomaso saw the sleek outline of the jet, nose to nose, bearing down on them. Jess had decided not to speak to Cervantes again. A few thousand feet away, the General pointed the nose upward and began firing his cannon. Trails of smoke descended on the Severski. Following his plan, Jess rapidly deployed the helicopter to align it with the jet pulling away in front of them. Without delay, he activated the firing buttons on the missiles. A loud exhaust noise and powerful wind on each side of the Severski confirmed the firing was successful. Two smoky jet trails behind the missiles tracked directly onto Jet 1000. A huge fire ball and metal shards sprayed across the distant horizon.

"Wow! Now that's what I call insurance," said Jess.

"We circled the Severski above the burning debris, confirming there were no survivors. Massive clouds of smoke obliterated any recognizable shape.

"Puerto Ayacucho, this is Severski Atabapo, reporting the crash of Jet 1000, approximately 65 miles south of your position."

"Acknowledged Severski. Can you confirm if there are any survivors?"

"Negative. Wreckage is blazing, and the surrounding jungle appears to have been ignited by the crash."

"Severski, have you been damaged?"

"Negative Ayacucho. We are proceeding to Caracas. Severski over and out."

Jess removed his headset and indicated to Tomaso what heading to steer. He got out of the cockpit and came back with the others.

"Can you believe this?"

"He didn't give you any choice," said Gonzalo. "Pablo has always been an opportunist. You were right when you said he had no intention of taking us back to Bogota. Destroying us would eliminate a serious problem for the one who seizes power now that Obispo is dead. And I have no doubt Pablo thought he would be that leader."

"The tower at Ayacucho has all our transmissions. If they passed them on to Bogota, that might give the Colombian government a basis for charging us with air piracy," said Hank.

"But no one knew we were carrying missiles. There is no way our transmissions gave any indication we were armed. I suggest we maintain radio silence until we refuel in Caracas."

Tomaso called Jess to come forward. "The operator at Puerto Ayacucho wants to speak with you Captain." Jess returned to the flight deck, and put his headset in position.

"This is Severski, you wanted to speak to me?"

"Affirmative. Air Control would like to know what you saw before the crash of Jet 1000."

"Roger tower. The aircraft appeared to be out of control, rising up and down as it flew towards us, then it went overhead, and it had a flame out. I turned towards the jet and saw the pilot was attempting a restart, when there was a sudden explosion, followed by a large ball of fire, and pieces of metal going in all directions. That's it control. Sorry we couldn't be of more help."

"Thank you Severski. Ayacucho over and out."

The remainder of the flight to Caracas was uneventful. The US government credit card was accepted in payment for the full fuel load, and the Russian helicopter headed for the Marine base at Guantanamo. In Cuba, Colonel Percy Hawkins met the plane with his staff car, and took them to his office for a debriefing.

"Have you heard the latest from Bogota?" asked the Colonel.

"Can't say that we have," replied Hank.

"Apparently there's an all out drug war going on, including aircraft bombing. Seems as though Obispo was deep into the cartel business, and had amassed a fortune. Apparently he planned to take over the country by force and set up a Castro-style government. Now the revolution is going to be between the rebel zambos and the Medellin forces. You're lucky you got out of there alive. Obispo's chosen successor, General Cervantes crashed in the jungle. As far as we know, he had engine trouble on his jet, and when he tried to restart it after a flame out, the damn thing blew up. Now while my chef is getting us something to eat, tell me about this great discovery you have made."

Hank told him about the mural and the fact that the significance of it all still had to be determined when they returned to their labs in Washington. No one mentioned about the creatures they had seen on the far side of the sacred mountain of Ahuntipec.

Trees Hold Up the Sky 28 William James Johnson

Three days after the raid on Arumba's camp, the beaten rebel leader, his shoulders distorted by the torturous thongs which constrained his arms, stood before the victorious Fernandez Obispo. Resplendent in his immaculate white uniform, the General relished this moment, demeaning his black captive.

"What a waste. You idealistic fool. Instead of ending up a beaten dog, you could have joined me, in the rebuilding of our country. In time, you might even have become El Supremo. But what did I get with your capture? A fugitive gringo, a murderer at that, who will help me more by your execution than your impossible revolution.

"You're bluffing General. Surely you're not stupid enough to believe that destroying me will end the social change we demand. Justice will prevail. Execute me, and I promise, my followers will search you out, and make you pay with your life. You have misjudged the seriousness of our zambo movement."

Obispo despised the boldness of his threats, but secretly admired the strength of his character. Arumba would have been the ideal person to recapture the spirit of the Chibcha people who for generations had been subjugated by the intrusion of outsiders on their simple lives.

"Keep this black bastard out of the camera range while I make my announcement. Soon my friend you will see what I have in store for you."

Within minutes the General was being seen throughout Colombia, on prime time television. The magnificent polished wood paneling at the Secretariat of the Interior provided a dignified background for the handsome latino. Majestic in his sparkling white tunic, framed by gold shoulder epaulettes, the distinguished leader straightened his notes before addressing his audience.

"My dear fellow Colombians. I have waited a long time for this important moment. I am proud of our hard working people. From the original Chibchas to our blended races, you have proven Colombians are survivors.

"For many years, we have been in an all out war against the evil drug trade. Not only my fellow Colombians, but the entire world has condemned us for our indecision to deal effectively with this serious problem. Tremendous wealth has come from the enormous demand for drugs grown and processed in our land. This opportunity to accumulate unbelievable amounts of U.S. currency, has motivated the worst kind of business dealings aimed at taking control of our economy. Murder, torture, treason, are all the by-products of this nefarious activity.

"At dawn three days ago, I ordered an attack in the eastern San Fernando area, on one of the most secluded drug compounds in our country. Miles from civilization and government observation, this activity, under cover of the jungle, has been growing out of control. Not only did our raid bring to an end the insidious drug processing, but my trained teams captured the notorious leader, who calls himself "Arumba". This fugitive black American murderer shot and killed in cold blood, a famous civil rights worker in the U.S., before escaping to Colombia, where disguised as a rebel leader, he has been spreading his evil influence.

"As horrible as drug dealing has become, this underground terrorist movement led by Arumba, sworn to bring down the legitimate government of Colombia could destroy our nation. This renegade American has been forming rebel groups of zambos whom he has been training in the jungle, supported by U.S. funds from the Miami underworld. Arming his men with the latest in offensive weapons, which thankfully were seized when he was taken, I am proud to announce today, that the capture of this vile leader will end his treason, and restore peace to our country."

The General reached for a large leather bound text and opened it. "Under these Colombian Criminal Statutes, anyone found guilty of the crime of treason, must by law, be executed in a public area, to provide the general populace, an example of the swiftness of justice when the safety of the nation is threatened. As your Secretary of the Interior, I have the distinct right and responsibility to administer final justice in this horrendous crime.

"At midday tomorrow, Arnold Turner, alias Arumba, will be executed by firing squad at the Antiquities Museum,in Bolivar Square. As part of my solemn duty I accept the responsibility for this awesome decision. I wish to invite you to come with your families to witness this historic public execution, and I promise my fellow Colombians, that I, Fernandez Obispo, will do whatever I must to ensure our country survives in these troubled times."

When the announcement was finished, the television went blank, followed by a musical interlude. Obispo approached Arumba who having witnessed these outrageous lies, shook his head in disbelief. This silent gesture aggravated the strutting officer. Using his riding crop which he carried whenever he wore his military uniform, Obispo took a fierce swipe at the beaten black leader's face.

"So you think this is fun and games do you? When I get done with you, you'll be begging me to kill you."

"Have you forgotten what happened with the death of Che?" asked Arumba. "Whatever you do to me, you will be digging a deeper hole for yourself. Kill me, and ten others will take my place. You could have had it all if you were honest with the people, but you are like all those uniformed puppets who came before you. You lose touch with reality and the people, and you begin to believe you can walk on water."

This time the frustrated Obispo took a full swing with his gloved fist, landing squarely on the side of Arumba's face. His bleeding head caromed off his shoulder and a fresh stream of red surged out of his torn mouth, and traced an irregular path over his whipped-scarred, muscular chest.

"That's the trouble with you blacks. You've never learned your proper place. The only thing you understand is the use of power to keep you in line."

Arumba raised his damaged head, standing erect. His beaten body glistened in the brilliance of the television lights which had been set up in the office for the broadcast.

"Your Spanish ancestors captured my defenseless people in their raids on small villages, and herded them into ships to enslave them for the rest of their lives. Is this what you mean about our proper place? You are the lowest of creatures Fernandez. You and your kind have tried for generations to obliterate us, but now our time has come. My zambos will drive you into hell before this is over."

Infuriated again by Arumba's insubordination, Obispo smashed his fist into his bleeding face, cursing the red stain which marred the pristine white of his glove.
"Get this piece of shit out of my sight," ordered the General. "Tell Captain Cervantes I want to see him.... Now."

Within a few minutes, Pedro Cervantes in his ceremonial pilot's uniform entered the secretary's office.

"Bravo General. That was some show you put on."

"I'm not through yet. We've got to give the people something they will always remember. Now is the time to make our move."

"You're going to shoot the guy, what more can you do?"

"What would you think, if I had a cross set up on the steps of the museum and we chain the black bastard to it, before I give the orders to shoot him?"

"Whoa. Just a bit heavy don't you think."

"This has to be an event the world must remember. I want everyone to see I mean business."

"You asked me what I think, and I've got to admit General, crucifixion of a blackman on TV will get the world's attention, but don't you think it would be overdoing it. A neat military execution party which moves smartly to the area and takes up their place, and acts upon your order to shoot is more professional, and you don't leave yourself open to the criticism of the world media. Remember what they did to the Romanian dictator and his wife. They took them outside the building and shot them. No fanfare. No fuss. Just an end to their abuse. It was neat and efficient, but anyone who saw it on TV, will always remember it. I say you should do it as a military tribunal would. Its more dignified that way."

"Dignified. You might be right Pedro. I will think about it. I should be more dignified."

"You want the world to remember you, not Arumba. You put him on a cross, and you might as well have him canonized. Shoot the son-of-a-bitch and get on with taking control of Colombia. The people will praise you as the leader who helped to end the drug racket and brought law and order to our land."

"And you will be my new Secretary of Defense."

"Whatever you say General. I want you to win this struggle. And you know how much I like winners."

Obispo hugged his young officer and kissed him on each cheek. "You are like a son to me Pedro. I am so proud of you. If anything happens to me, I know you will continue the struggle. I want you to go to my tailor today, and have him change the captain's rank on your uniform to that of General. I will announce your promotion to the world tomorrow, after we rid ourselves of that crazy American."

"Was that it General? Is there anything else?"

"Yes there is something else. Professor de Quesada. I'm not sure I agree with your evaluation of Gonzalo."

"He could be trouble sir. Gonzalo is a true patriot. He's never been able to accept what you did to Garvas. I don't think he can be trusted."

"You know the old saying, ‘Better is the enemy I know, than the enemy I don't know.'"

"I believe better is the enemy I can destroy, than the enemy who can destroy me," added Pedro.

"I have to remember how the people trust Gonzalo. And so far, he has been loyal to me. Even if it would be for only a short time, I think we need him for the transition. When we are through with this public execution, I want you to go to Atabapo and bring Gonzalo back. I will offer him my job as Secretary of the Interior. If he has any passion for his country, he will surely do what he can to help us succeed in the take over. He's not the kind of person who would choose war over peace. Do you see what I'm proposing Pedro?"

"I see it General, but I also see a real risk here. Gonzalo may try to prevent your coup, and once he is in power, he could be impossible to put down."

"We will continue with this discussion after we have finalized the Arumba problem.
You go now and get your new rank put on your uniform. I want you to be the symbol of dynamic change in our land."

Pedro left Obispo's office and paused in front of a large mirror in the ante-room. Tugging at the lower edges of his tunic, he flattened the wrinkles. Pushing back the fringes of hair which stuck out of his hat, he decided he should get a trim before the big day. He glanced around to ensure no one was watching then he spoke softly, "Ladies and Gentlemen it is my honour to present the new Secretary of Defense, General Pedro Cervantes."

The next morning at Atabapo, the only affirmation that Arumba was in custody, was the daily fax from Gonzalo's office in the Antiquities Museum. With the urging of Gonzalo, Hank decided they should pack up their research data and prepare the Severski for a flight to the U.S. Army Airbase in Florida, where the drug smuggling helicopters had been serviced. Included in the fax was notification that Captain Cervantes would be coming to bring the professor back to Bogota in a few days..
In the time remaining, Jess wanted to make another flight to Ahuntipec to see the alien creatures in the daylight, but Hank felt it would be too risky if something should happen to their aircraft, essential in their escape plan. Compromising, he and his colleagues, including Gonzalo, put on their protective gear to make one last, underground excursion into the cave to take a brief look at some of the side tunnels they had passed daily when they were recording the mural. Hank felt the geologic conditions of limestone erosion which produced countless tunnels could possibly be linked to the giant caverns, as was discovered in the Mammoth cave in Kentucky. There was a chance they might even lead to the sacred mountain.

"As much as I would like to stay indefinitely, and map all these tunnels, I've got to keep our focus on decoding the mural," said Hank.

"And getting back to your country before the shooting begins," assured Gonzalo. "You must escape while you can, and that means now, no later than tomorrow."

"Who knows?" asked Laura. "When the political situation is improved, we could all return to complete our work. I know for one, I would be willing to come back."

They approached another fork in the cave which sent the tunnel in two different directions. No one had come this far before. Their lights shone off a multihued design in the distant darkness.

"My gawd. I don't believe it," said Jess. "Another mural. It's got to be. Who wants to come with me and get a good look at it?"

"Can I come? " asked Estrelle.

"There might be radiation like the other mural," said Hank. "Even in these suits I wouldn't take the chance if I were you. We sure as hell don't need to risk our only pilot being poisoned now that we've decided to go back home. Please don't do this Jess."

"You're right Hank.. This is one I owe you Estrelle, when and if we ever come back."

After a tedious day of hiking in the blackness of the cave, the weary scientists returned to the opening, and climbed out into a brilliant starry night, met by an excited Stuart Macgregor.

"Thank God you're back. All hell has broken loose in Bogota."

"What do you mean?" asked Hank.

"Obispo is dead."

"What?" exclaimed Gonzalo in shock.

"He was going to make an example of Arumba and execute him publicly as a traitor to the Colombian Peoples' Movement, when there was an assault by a group of revolutionaries under the leadership of Carlos Mendoza."

"Mendoza! He was killed during the attack on Atabapo," said a surprised Gonzalo.

"He wasn't killed," said Hank. "Apparently he and Arumba go back a long way. In fact I got the impression they were good friends before they decided to change sides. When he was in the raid, he gave him one more chance to live. Arumba could have shot him like the other two guys,but chose not to. Please continue Stu."

"After torturing him, Obispo's guys brought Arumba to the Secretariat in chains, where Obispo continued the violence. When he was finished beating him, the General made a TV appearance telling the public he was going to end the treason of underground groups who were trying to take over control of the government. He even told the nation, the rebel leader Arumba was actually a black American fugitive Arnold Turner wanted for murder in the U.S. That's when he said, he would have his firing squad execute the traitor in Bolivar square.

"Thousands gathered throughout the afternoon to see the destruction of a miserable gringo whose only purpose in life was to undermine the well-being of the poor people of the world. He must have been planning this for some time. His men were trying to chain Arumba to a cross on the steps of his building. Can you believe that...a cross. In fact, the time it took to stage the event may actually have saved Arumba's life. It gave the snipers time to get into position. His firing squad in their official white and gold uniforms marched in line to face the doomed black man.

"Before Obispo could give the order to shoot, a sniper's bullet struck him between the eyes, and the General fell over backward, blood drizzling down the side of his face into the white collar of his uniform. Within seconds, the firing squad toppled like dominoes, one after the other. The panic is still going on as we speak. Several hundred have been killed or wounded. I can't believe it. All within the last few hours."

"And Arumba?" asked Jess.

"The news say he has disappeared, along with Carlos Mendoza. And something else. There was another fax which said the new Secretary of Defense, General Cervantes will be coming here to-morrow morning to bring Gonzalo and all of us back to Bogota."

"Cervantes? Is this the same Captain Pedro Cervantes who was Obispo's pilot? asked Gonzalo.

"In fact Cervantes announced he is going to fill Obispo's job as Secretary of the Interior, until you can be sworn in professor," said Stu
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They were all stunned by the news. Gonzalo was the first to grasp the political ramifications of the events.

"That's it Hank. Let's get the Severski loaded now so that we can escape at first light."

Jess and Tomaso worked under the battery lights throughout the night, checking the weight of equipment being loaded, ensuring they would not exceed the safety tolerances. By early morning they calculated they could carry all the passengers and the scientific gear, plus a full fuel load, with a safety margin of about 3000 pounds.

"We want you to come with us Gonzalo. There is no knowing what awaits you in Bogota if Cervantes takes you back," said Hank.

"But my family!"

"You aren't going to be able to help them if you end up like Estrelle's father. You've got to come with us, and let our government decide what it can do for Colombia. I don't think it will tolerate another Cuba in this hemisphere."

"Say Hank," asked Jess, "I've been wondering what you would say, if Tomaso and I loaded a couple of heat seeker missiles under our craft. We've got enough weight tolerance, and it could give us an extra edge in case our new General insists on stopping our escape."

"You're the one with the combat experience. Whatever you decide. I have to rely on your judgement."

"I say better safe than sorry. Come on Tomaso, let's get some of those zambos to help us install our birds."

Laura and Estrelle were busy securing the precious scientific gear. The morning sun was breaking through the eastern jungle and the mugginess of the swamp outside the camp began to infiltrate the air.

"It's done Hank", said Laura. "Anything else you would like us to do?"

"Thanks. Jess is almost ready."

Laura looked under the Severski.

"Okay. I'll bite. Is someone going to tell me that those are not missiles."

"Call it insurance. You know the old saying ' Don't leave home without them' ", said Jess.

"You're serious?"

"If we can get away before Cervantes shows up, we'll turn them over to the USAF. But if that bastard makes any attempt to force us down, I won't have to think twice about taking the initiative."

"So what is our flight plan?" asked Hank.

"Our first leg will take us to Caracas. It's about five hundred miles due north. We can refuel there using our government credit card. Then it's north west to our American base, Guantanamo, in Cuba. If we still have our rockets, we can leave them with the marines before we head for Harrison Air Base in south Florida."

"Have you filed a flight plan with the Department of Transport, in case we have problems?"

"Stu sent our plan over a security line before packing our gear. The coded message can be read only on a need to know basis. Don't worry Hank, I think we've got every thing covered. Let's head for home."

They both shook hands with the zambos who had worked so hard for them, assuring them Arumba would soon be back to lead them in their struggle against the cartels, and in their fight for independence. The rumbling of the Severski rotors blowing grass and dust, and the slow lift off of the grey hulk, turning gradually northward, gave them all a satisfying feeling that before the day was over, they would be back home.

Trees Hold Up the Sky 27 William James Johnson

By the time Jess landed at Atabapo, it was late in the afternoon. His three associates and Gonzalo stood near the idling Severski, waiting for the blades to come to a stop.

"Travelling is nice, but it's always great to get back home," said Jess jokingly.

Estrelle rushed forward and hugged him. "Whoa! Maybe I should leave home more often." He saw the serious expression on Hank's face and felt instinctively something was wrong.

"Don't be mad chief. I had to go. Arumba was in a bad way. Couldn't just wait and let Obispo and his guys take him without a fight. But damn it, I was too late. By now they've probably have him locked up in Bogota. I guess what you were telling us Professor could happen here as well."

"There's no doubt in my mind," replied Gonzalo. "I'm just surprised the General has moved so soon."

"I don't think he had any choice," replied Hank. "After what happened when he ordered the attack on our camp, he probably felt a pre-emptive attack on Arumba and his men would cripple us. Don't think I wouldn't have approved of you hurrying to Arumba's aid. But you were putting us all at risk."

"How?... How was I putting you at risk?"

"Without the Severski, there was no way we could get out of here if those DEA thugs had decided to attack us."

"You're right Hank. When my juices get flowing, I stop thinking and just act. I'm sorry. After all, I can't forget how we could have all been killed during that attack on us, if Arumba and his men had not fought them off. What do you think we should do about Obispo?"

"Tell him Professor what you told me and Laura."

" When I return to Bogota I'm going to tell the General that I believe the mountain in the cave mural may be the legendary Sacred Mountain of Ahuntipec. Since it doesn't look as though we have much time left before Obispo will attempt to seize your project, Henry suggested you might be willing to take us in the Severski, so we could see for ourselves if there is anything which may relate to the cave message. This way we could explore the area from the safety of your plane. And having a helicopter, is the only way we could possibly investigate such a dense region. A regular plane would not be of much use except to take long range pictures. If there is something, I'm certain I could use it to convince Obispo to delay his plan to attack your camp."

"Can someone tell me why all of a sudden, you're interested in looking at what you think may be the real mountain depicted in the mural?" asked Jess.

"It's not just the mountain. Remember Peter's dying message. He was certain the mural was actually a map of this area. This could be our last chance to make some kind of connection with the real world and the cave message," said Hank. "It may be nothing, or it could give us a key to unlock the mystery of Atabapo."

"And as I've said," repeated Gonzalo, " Without a helicopter to search the area, Ahuntipec may never reveal its secret to the world."

"You're right Professor. We may never have this chance again. I'd like to see this so-called sacred mountain myself." He looked westward to the descending sun.

"Tomaso, refuel the plane. Ahuntipec is only about forty minutes from here. If we want to get there before dark, we better get going."

"Terrific Jess," said Laura. "I like a man of action."

"Don't I know it," said Jess, smiling.

"Can I come too?" asked Estrelle.

"Of course. I'm not going to leave you behind again. I was worried about all of you when I was away. This way I can keep my eyes on you."

They hurried to their tents to gather survival equipment in case they came down in the jungle. Laura and Hank took digital cameras to record their findings. Professor de Quesada was thrilled to be a part of an exciting adventure which he could only have imagined in his years of academic research.

Within the hour they were nearing the inverted cone on the distant horizon. Similar in shape to the sacred Mount Fuji in Japan, an eery glow framed Ahuntipec with a ghostly halo which faded into the dark fringes of a starless night. The whirling warm air currents cooling in the evening caused heavy turbulence, making it very difficult for Jess to control the Severski, as he attempted to descend. Flying south at about five hundred feet, he manoeuvered the craft carefully towards the light which emanated from the far side of the mountain. Suddenly they were stunned to discover, shining out of a vast opening an intensely bright glow which dazed them temporarily. The brilliant wall of light throbbed hypnotically like the vibrating canister in the mural when the ultra violet lamps activated it. A flat plateau stretched for several hundred yards in front of the sparkling cave. Working vigorously in the exposed area were numerous humanoid creatures. Startled by the sound and sight of the Severski, the creatures began hurling rocks and spears at the hovering aircraft, and bolted for the protection of the mountain.

"My God! What are they?" asked Gonzalo.

"I'm going to get closer. You and Laura try to get some pictures," said Jess.

The creatures of Ahuntipec were definitely humanoid in shape with bodies covered in tiny silvery grey, fish-like scales, which sparkled in the brilliance of the cave light. Jess was able to get close enough to observe the remarkable fact these beings appeared to be identical in size, and color. Unclothed, there was no indication of sexual differences. It was as if one of them had been made, and the rest were carbon copies.

"They're all the same," said Laura.

"How many do you think are there?" asked Estrelle.

"I estimated over a hundred when we first arrived," said Gonzalo.

"So what do we do now?" asked Hank.

"I could put the Severski down, and see if they would approach us," said Jess.

"Too risky," said Hank. "You saw how they threw rocks at us. If we were on the ground there's no telling how many would come at us. And besides, if you landed and we had engine trouble, this could be the end for all of us."

"If you want, I could hover closer to the opening so you could get more pictures." Saying this, Jess moved slowly, in an unthreatening manner into the area of the brilliant light, the loud pulsing of the helicopter engine amplified by the echoing effect of the cavernous mountain. Abruptly the sound of the engine became irregular as the energy rays from the opening drenched the Severski. Jess' first reaction was that this mysterious force coming out of the cave, may have disrupted the electronics in the aircraft ignition.

"Holy God. We've got to get to hell out of here."

Tomaso realizing the engine was starving for fuel, instinctively switched to the auxiliary tank, quickly regaining aircraft power. Below them was a winding, burning streak on the ground where the spilled fuel had been ignited by sparks from a thrown rock as it struck the hard surface.

"Nice work Tomaso. One of those goddamn spears must have punched a hole in our main tank."

"That's it Jess. Get us back to base as soon as you can."

"Okay Hank. Heading for the barn." He turned the plane northward, towards the rotating beacon they had installed for night flights. On the horizon the red and white strobe slashed across the inky sky. a welcome sight after the tremendous scene they had just witnessed. No one spoke. It was as if they had all experienced a momentary madness.

The strobe grew brighter, until it almost blinded them. Hovering over the landing pad, Jess put the craft down . Anxiously waiting in the dark for their return, were several zambos and Stuart MacGregor.

"So what did you see? Was there anything there? Come on guys, don't keep me waiting."

"We've got lots to talk about said Hank. First, I would like you to take our cameras and download the images."

Stuart ran with the cameras to the processing equipment in his communication tent and had the computers booted up and ready to capture the images for all to see before the others had entered. He could tell from Hank's excited expression something important had happened.

Gathered in front of the monitor, they saw snowy streaks of flickering lines until Stu adjusted the resolution controls. Then there it was, tall, man-like,two-legged lizards, panicking at the sound and sight of the Severski. The tremendous power of the glaring light shining out of the opening over exposed some of the images. A close up of one of the creatures amazed them with the beautiful symmetry of its face.

"It's Nefertiti," said Laura. "The high cheek bones and magnificent eyes."

"Nefertiti was a woman," said Hank. "This creature has no obvious sexual parts."

"Such an incredibly wonderful face," continued Laura. "It is so beautifully balanced, you don't even notice it is covered in those lizard-like scales."

"But no sex organs," said Stu, puzzled by the pictures they were studying. "How can that be. Not exactly the kind of creature you would want for a long time relation." His humorous observation released some of the stress they were still under after their harrowing experience.

"Leave it to Stu," said Jess. "Don't let our red headed Scot near a pile of rocks if he thinks there might be a chance of a long term relation lurking in there." They all laughed, even Stu, who wasn't quite sure what Jess meant.

"Why are they identical?" asked Gonzalo. "There's got to be some explanation."

Estrelle welcomed the chance to theorize. "Must be connected with the special energy source. Remember Professor you said there was a legend that long ago, creatures were believed to be immortal, and something happened that changed all that."

"Are you referring to the Biblical account of Creation," asked Laura?

"No Doctor Laura. This is different," insisted Estrelle. "Maybe there was a time in the beginning of our evolutionary history, when creatures were identical. There was no need to evolve because being immortal, there was nothing in their environment which would provoke change."

Hank admired Estrelle's creative ability, encouraging her to continue expanding her hypothesis. "What theory do you have about their lizard-like surface covering?"

"Evolutionists theorize that lizards were among the first creatures to come out of the oceans and develop limbs for land mobility. Such reptiles are cold blooded creatures whose bodys adjust to their environmental temperature, which makes them very successful in the survival business. These Ahuntipec creatures may have been on earth even before the receeding of the waters, and it is the lizards who may have adopted the creatures surface material to promote longevity, rather than these strange creatures modelling themselves after lizards."

"Incredible," said Jess. "Makes sense what she's saying. Not having a need to evolve, may account for the fact that they have no obvious sexual function. There's no need for unlimited procreation as we know it, because they never have to be replaced."

They continued to examine the monitor images. "See there's another one up close," said Jess. "And again, as you've said, they do look alike, and there's no evidence of sexual organs."

"But can't you see?" asked Gonzalo. "It is more than the mere appearance of looking alike. They are identical. Can you display two images side by side Stuart so that we can enlarge the facial details and see if there is a difference?"

An electronic genius, Stuart soon displayed before them the faces of two of the lizard creatures, splitting the monitor image in half, ready for analysis. He zoomed in on the detail of their eyes, and all drew closer to see for themselves if there was any apparent difference. The only obvious difference was the reflected image of the Severski in the penetrating dark green eyes of each of them, caused by the difference in relative position of the humanoids and the helicopter. Other than that, for all intents and purposes, the creatures were identical.

"Fantastic. Absolutely unbelievable," said Hank. "Do you realize this is what Ama was telling us about Eric and Peter."

"You've lost me Hank," said Jess. "What is the connection?"

"Our fellows were checked in detail during those two special autopsies, and Ama discovered their DNA analysis showed both men had identical chromosome distribution. And what was even more interesting, there was no error in arriving at this finding, because their files showed their new DNA was different than their original records."

"And he felt that this anomaly was probably caused by the exposure to the special radiation present in the cave," said Laura.

"And what we have here is the proof to validate Ama's theory." Hank continued.

"These must be survivors of the great explosion depicted in the mural. You were right Gonzalo, our brief trip to your sacred mountain has given us a connection between the past and the present."

"Hey guys," asked Stu, "These things don't have working mouths. See here. That's not a mouth. It's a ridge in the face caused by the shape of the skull underneath. No mouth, no sex organs. Probably no speech."

"They must communicate telepathically," suggested Laura.

"And without a mouth, they don't eat. Is that what you're saying?" asked Hank.

"Looks like we're back to that capsule again," said Jess. "The radiation from it must be their life force. I'm almost afraid to admit it, but I think we may have discovered an alien race."

"An alien something, that's for sure. But are they from another planet, or are they the result of arrested evolution millions of years ago?" asked Hank.

"Who is to say that life on our planet did not begin somewhere out there in the unlimited universe?" asked Gonzalo. "As far as we know, our cave message is man's oldest communication ever discovered on earth between an ancient civilization and our own era.. This may be just the beginning of understanding our origins. Could it be that immortal man did something to himself or his environment which resulted in his present mortal condition. And is religion the repository of man's unresolved dealings with existence. He may have felt the need to create a Creator, because he needed someone to blame for his new mortality. Our greatest mystery on earth is still, what comes after it is all over. Ahuntipec may be a piece of Paradise. What we must decide is whether the world is ready to share in our discovery."

"You folks must be getting tired of me repeating it, but I must caution you again, not to latch on to speculative theories without verifiable evidence," urged Hank.

"I've never experienced such a discovery in all the years I've been involved in studying the codes and artifacts of the past. It's going to take a lot of imagination to derive scientific truth out of this project. Maybe what we need is more creative input when it comes to reaching an understanding of our work," said Jess.

"You've already got her on the team," said Stu.

"We have?" asked Hank, unsure of Stu's meaning.

"Yes. I'm talking about Estrelle." To demonstrate what he meant he asked her another question.

"Besides appearing to be like lizards, do you have any other explanation for the body covering?"

Estrelle was enjoying the willingness to listen to her speculations by these world renowned scientists. "It may be integral to their immortality. Instead of comparing this structure with fish scales, why not see this outer covering as a protective surface like the chain mail armor worn by knights to protect themselves from external injury. It is flexible, permitting ease of movement. It may also be impenetrable, thus providing unlimited protection."

"With all these securities built in, why would these creatures attack us with primitive spears and rocks?" asked Hank, still reluctant to let them speculate freely.

"It's possibility thinking Hank," suggested Jess. "Stu is right. Estrelle has the creative instincts of an artist. It would sure be great if she could come back to Washington with us and be a full member of our decoding team."

Laura noticed the excitement building in the young mestizo beauty at Jess' suggestion.

"Oh Hank, that would be wonderful. Now that I know my father is dead, I'm free to go wherever you need me. Please Dr. Newton. Please let me come back with you."

"I must agree with Stu and Jess. You've been a valuable member of our project. Now I would think we should hear what the Professor has to say."

"Miss Garvas is the most outstanding pupil I have ever encountered," said Gonzalo.
"She was under a tremendous strain trying to serve two masters, in an effort to save her father. I endorse your suggestion that she be taken back to the U.S. to continue her work in the decoding, and I believe it is absolutely necessary for her protection. General Obispo is not to be trusted. We saw today how quickly he ordered the attack on Arumba, and I fear he will soon do the same to you."

Estrelle grabbed Gonzalo and kissed him on both cheeks. Then in turn embraced the other team members, her voice trembling with excitement.

"Thank you. Thank you all for this wonderful chance to continue working with you."

"Tomorrow I'll get a message off to Joe and tell him about the changes in our plans, and I'll tell him we need Estrelle's continued help. I know he'll agree. But as for now, we've all had a full day. We could use a good night's sleep."

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Trees Hold Up the Sky 26 William James Johnson

Wearing a protective suit, Gonzalo stood between Hank and Laura, enthralled by the scope of the cave paintings. The beauty and enormity of the endeavour was breath taking. He was stunned by the grotesque devastation he saw in the cruel depiction of mass annihilation from an enormous explosion.

"What is the meaning of it all? We must find the reason. Whoever did this exquisite mural is trying to tell us something...but what is it?"

"That vibrating capsule may be the key," said Laura.

"Have you considered that the source of the energy coming off the wall when you illuminate it with ultra violet rays, may be extra-terrestrial?" asked Gonzalo.

"Jess suggested that, but we haven't seriously considered it," said Hank.

"I sent you some of my research data on the local myths. This area is believed by the natives to be the source of miracle cures. In fact the Atabapo Cave is considered an ancient sacred shrine. I'm not saying this to prejudice your interpretations. I've found in my field work, there was usually a modicum of truth in the myths I studied. Things which have unexplainable occurrences are accepted by my countrymen as sacred."

"Have you received Dr. Khan's report on Eric and Peter's autopsy findings?" asked Hank.

"No I haven't. Your reports said they died of radiation exposure," replied Gonzalo.

"It was more than that. The reason he and Dr. Lamb came here, was to examine the source of the radiation."

"Radiation is radiation as I understand it," said the professor.

"This was different. Somehow this radiation caused a DNA shift in the bodies of these two men. Dr. Khan said he was convinced that this cloning result was capable of changing their cellular structure into a highly evolved species which for all intents and purposes would be immortal."

Gonzalo was speechless. He was certain if he told Obispo about the discovery of this mysterious energy source, he would seize the scientific site immediately, and announce to the world the fantastic results of his government's work. This would put the lives of the Americans in serious jeopardy.

"This is unbelievable. I discussed this very thing with the General several days ago, and he asked me if I thought the immortality myth had any basis in fact, and now you tell me your Washington visitors have found evidence there may be a mysterious power present in this sacred place."

"No one has said anything about this being a miraculous location," stressed Hank, who was always reticent about attributing special powers in his scientific pursuits. "I think it is premature to be making unsubstantiated judgments about our findings."

"But as a scientist, what do you think caused the DNA shift in the bodies of your deceased men?" asked Gonzalo.

"Maybe the deterioration of their bodies as a consequence of their death," suggested Laura.

"Or something in this jungle environment which is alien to our way of life," added Hank.

"Alien! You did say alien?" said the professor.

"Yes I did, but I'm not referring in any way to creatures from outer space, if that's what you are implying."

"But why not? Is it so impossible to accept that creatures from another galaxy may have arrived on planet earth, and brought us this special power which appears to reside in the cave?"

"Speculation dear Professor. We mustn't waste our time in fantasizing about alien visitors if we must speed up our work and return home before there is a surprise attack on us," said Hank.

"I think we should consider all possibilities when it comes to decoding the cave message," said Laura. "We all seem to attest to the fact that the energy present in the cavern is capable of destroying life as well as modify it. This is obvious or we would not all be wearing these protective suits. What I would like to know Professor is what you think about the image of the Ahuntipec mountain which is in the mural?"

"The legend is that there is such a geographic structure which has sacred properties."

"There you go again. Is every unknown phenomena which occurs in this part of the world sacred?" asked Hank sarcastically.

"I don't wish to annoy you Dr. Newton by using that expression. Sacred is a word our people use to describe what cannot be explained. In many ways it is like the Christian way of referring to the understanding of the nature of the Divine, as a Mystery. For example the Mystery of the Trinity, which we Catholics accept by faith, but are unable to explain intellectually."

"But what should we do about Ahuntipec, if that really is what is depicted in the mural?" asked Laura, trying to keep them on the subject.

"We've got the Severski. It could certainly carry all of us. Why don't we get Jess and Tomaso to fly us to your sacred mountain and see for ourselves," suggested Hank.

"That's a wonderful idea Henry," said Gonzalo, genuinely anxious to see for himself what few on earth had ever witnessed. The dense jungle made an approach by land totally impossible.

"I've seen enough of this magnificent mural. I can hardly wait until you decipher the message contained in it."

"If we can discover its meaning," said Laura. "It's so complex, I don't think we're going to be able to do it using our old methods."

"No one expects it to be done overnight," said Hank. "After all, it's been waiting for over half a million years for us to come along."

"It's obvious, the creatures who did this wondrous thing must have been far more evolved than we are," added Gonzalo.

"Why do you say that Professor?" asked Hank.

"I'm presuming they may have come from another planet."

"You surprise me Professor, a man of your eminence in the world of anthropology. Why in the world would you even suggest such a ridiculous idea?"

"Take it easy Henry," said Laura. "There are attributes which make Gonzalo's hypothesis at least worth considering."

"Not you too."

"The energy in the cave is unknown to us. You heard Ama say he is puzzled about what it is, or where it might have originated."

"Well if you must persist, I might as well try one of my off the wall theories," said Hank. "Maybe the radiation is coming from a radioactive mineral source, that was present in this jungle geography before the receding of the waters which in ancient times covered the earth. I can live with that more than some green skin aliens visiting from another galaxy."

"But your theory doesn't take into consideration that your own Corp of Engineers did extensive studies of the minerals, and land forms in this part of Colombia when they were exploring the mighty Orinoco," said Gonzalo. "I studied their lengthy report, and nowhere did they mention anything about discovering a new radioactive material. Whoever did this amazing mural had to be more advanced than us. Only a higher form of intelligence would have endured the tremendous difficulty of creating such a work. They must have been intensely motivated to communicate what I assume has to be a vital message, for future creatures."

"There you go again," said Hank, "attributing motivation without giving any evidence."

"The mural is here, and its complexity is evidence enough that there was serious intent on the part of its creators to send a message into the future," said Gonzalo.

"And they had the good sense to use this interior cave wall, with the hope their message would survive the ravages of time," said Laura. "And furthermore, any creatures who could travel through space to reach earth would have to be, as you say Professor, more intelligent than man, because they would have had to master the problem of time travel."

"I don't know about you two, but I've had just about enough of fantasy speculation. Let's see what Jess has to say about flying us to Ahuntipec," said Hank.

The intense sun blinded them momentarily as they came out of the cave. Hank was the first to notice that the Severski was missing. Leaving his protective suit in the grass in front of the opening, he jogged down to the communications tent.

"Where's our plane Stu?"

"Jess got a panic call from Arumba. The DEA choppers raided his camp and wiped out a lot of his men. Jess loaded up our zambos, and went to join in the fight."

"Can you contact Jess?"

"His signal is fading in an out. He must be on the ground at Arumba's camp."

"Get him on the blower for me."

"Jess this is Atabapo, do you read me over?"

"In and out Stu. I'll get airborne. That should improve my reception. Try me again in about five. Over, and out." The few minutes it took for Jess to get back on the radio seemed endless. Hank paced nervously behind Stu, wondering if his friend would be safe.

"Atabapo, this is Severski. How do you read? Over."

"Jess it's Hank. Reading you five square. What's happened?"

"Obispo's men wrecked Arumba's camp, killing most of his zambos."

"And Arumba?

"Apparently he was captured before I got here. They've taken him to Bogota."

"What about you?"

"I'll be heading back. The men I brought, want to stay behind in case there's another attack. Give us about an hour and a half. Tell the others not to worry. And tell Estrelle I miss her, and I'm glad I decided to leave her at the site. She'll know what I mean."

Estrelle stood by, listening to Jess on the speaker. When he mentioned her name, she turned away, her shoulders began shaking with emotion, as she quietly cried. Laura put her arm around the young woman and led her out of the tent.

"I feel so silly crying like a stupid little school girl. I should be glad Jess is safe. You have no idea how frightened I was when Arumba called for help. Jess practically ran to the plane, yelling orders at the zambos to grab their weapons and come with him. He's that way. I love him so much Laura. If anything happened to him, I don't know what I would do."

"Nothing is going to happen. You heard him say he would be back in about an hour."

"An hour and a half. He said an hour and a half."

"You're right. He did say an hour and a half." For the first time, Laura realized the innocence of this young woman everyone had taken for granted. She had been coerced into joining the Atabapo team to spy for the General in an attempt to save her imprisoned father. This was a lot to expect from a young person who had fallen in love with an attractive, philandering middle age scientist. It was no wonder she was so upset when he charged off to battle.

"You know yourself what a wonderful man he is."

"Yes I do. Jess is one of a kind. He was lucky you were there to help him after the attack by Barbarosa. You are a true friend Estrelle."

"Thank you Dr. Laura. I've been worried that maybe you hated me for taking Jess."

"I was upset at first. But believe me. You never took Jess. No one takes Jess. He is his own man. Not many men would risk their lives, rushing off to help his friend like that. I've never hated you darling Estrelle. As a matter of fact, I'm going to miss you when we go back to the states." Laura felt compassion for this young woman, who for a brief moment, had revealed her true vulnerability.

"Can I ask you something personal?"

"Of course. What is it?"

"Do you know anything about his wife?"

"Only what he has told me."

"Do you think he loves her?"

"The way Jess puts it, he says he loves her, but he's not in love with her. Whatever that means. Why do you ask?"

"Now that my father has died, there really is no reason for me to stay in Colombia. I could go back to the states with all of you, and continue my studies there."

"What can I say. I think you and Jess need to talk about it. After all, he will be going back to his wife. That's what all the field workers do." There was a trace of cynicism in her answer.

"Thank you Dr. Laura. I'll do it. I'll have a long talk with Jess. He'll know what we should do."

"He always does. How would you like to put on a pot of tea?"

"I'd like that." Estrelle released Laura's hand and headed for the dining tent, a brisk pace in her step. There was a renewed vigor in her movement.

Jess had been delayed returning, due to a sudden foray just prior to his departure. Sizing up the risk, he decided they should not return to Atabapo without the men who had come with them. Landing their plane, they ran out and took cover in the surrounding jungle. Together, he and Tomaso fought the attackers attempting to board the Severski, while their zambos scurried back to the aircraft.

Hank had tried several times to contact him, but was unsuccessful. "I'm worried. It's been three hours since we last heard from them."

"If those attackers come here, we wouldn't have a chance," said Gonzalo. "At least if we had your helicopter, we could get out of here."

"Jess'll make it," assured Laura. "He had some close calls when he was fighting in Viet Nam. You don't get the Congressional Medal of Honour because you ran away from a fight."

"That's your country's highest military honour," said the Professor.

"It certainly is," added Hank proudly. "Jess managed to free two downed jet pilots from a prisoner of war camp in North Viet Nam, at great risk to himself. You'll never hear him say anything about it."

"I tried to find out what happened," said Laura. "Jess said it was something that happened in another life. He says very little about the war. In fact he claims the U.S. should never have been in Viet Nam in the first place. He said it wasn't like the big war in Europe. That was an honourable war, against a genuine tyrant. Jess felt his flying in Viet Nam, was like being an ambulance driver in the Spanish civil war. The greater the stress, the calmer Jess gets. It's one of his great strengths."

"I wish we could get him on the radio. Would you please try again Stuart," asked Estrelle.

A few more anxious minutes passed until they heard his familiar voice. "Sorry to keep you waiting. I decided we shouldn't come back without our zambos. We're all okay, and should be at Atabapo in about forty-five minutes."

This time everyone cheered. No one felt embarrassed to express their great joy their friend had done it again.

"You've gotta love a guy like that," said Hank, a deep sigh of relief, as he hugged the two women who were jumping up and down like two excited school girls. "We do," they both agreed, then laughing nervously Laura added, "And we love you too Hank."

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Trees Hold Up the Sky 25 William James Johnson

They were still debating the extraordinary meter findings long after dinner ended. Becoming bored with the subject, Laura asked Monica if she would like to join her in an evening walk. The temperature had moderated considerably when the sun went down, and there was even a slight chill in the air.

"Don't wander off," warned Hank. "And make sure you take your handgun with you Laura."

"Is he serious?" asked Monica

"I sure am," said Hank. "You never can tell if those cartel thugs might return. Even if you didn't shoot at them, a pistol shot will bring us running to help you."

"We'll be okay Hank," assured Laura. She pulled back her sweater, revealing the small weapon which had always been at her side since the Barbarosa attack.

The evening air had a delicate scent of mouldy vegetation. Monica reacted to the decaying odour . "Do you ever get used to the smell?"

"Don't even notice it anymore. Familiarity with the smells and sounds in the jungle gives me a feeling of confidence. Thanks for coming with me Monica. I wanted to get away from the others so that I could ask you what you really thought about what happened in the cave."

"I believe the suits Ama has designed will protect you from almost anything. The scientists working on viruses and recombinant DNA experiments, all use his equipment. Ama is a genius. We're lucky he came to America."

"He seems very pleasant."

"That's more of an ethnic characteristic. He bends over backward to avoid offending anyone. He has another fault which I think will do him in before old age."

"What's that?"

"He's a workaholic. He gets by on catnaps. His wife, a gorgeous model from Pakistan, moved out about a year ago after Ama had a room set aside at Bethesda where he could recharge his body without having to go home. We all saw it coming. No one wanted to talk to Ama about it. He kept his private life to himself. She had been gone three weeks before he was aware of it. I'll never understand how people can make such a commitment. I know I couldn't do it."

"In a way, your Dr. Khan sounds a bit like me."

"You are a remarkable woman Laura. Ama was telling me about some of your adventures. It was fascinating."

"It seemed so at the time. Now its beginning to feel like my life is flying past, and I haven't found that so-called meaningful relationship that would change it all."

"You've been married though, haven't you?"

"For awhile. All my travelling soon put an end to that."

"What happened? Another woman?"

"I wish. No. It happened while I was away. He said he couldn't stand the loneliness, and began seeing some of his buddies at the faculty club. That's when he discovered he liked men more than me. It was game over. I think I could have handled it better if it had been a woman. Losing your man to another man is not the greatest thing in my book." She suddenly realized she was telling her more than she wanted. "I don't know why I'm telling you this. A perfect stranger. I've never spoken this way to Estrelle."

"Estrelle is still practically a child," said Monica. "You needed someone like me who has been around the track. I get the feeling you've been wanting to do this for some time. You probably would find it difficult to speak like this to your friends. I'll be here for just a few days, and then I'm gone. We may never see each other again."

"You may be right. Jess was saying the same thing when we were flying here. He said people have intimate conversations on planes because they don't think the stranger who is listening to their story will ever see them again. So tell me about yourself Monica. Are you married? Do you fool around like Jess says."

"That's the second time you've referred to Jess. He's a very attractive man, and he knows it," said Monica.

"I love Jess. And Hank. They're quite different."

"Love? As in now and forever?"

"No. I'm not that stupid. They both have wives waiting back home. But that doesn't stop them from wanting to get it on once in awhile."

"Leave it to the men. The world rotates around that little chunk of gristle they share with us from time to time."

Laura roared with great laughter, as if someone had finally given her permission to rid herself of the heavy burden of the rape, and the loss of Arturo. "What a wonderful expression, a chunk of gristle. Believe me, those two guys know how to use their guided muscles to devastate the silken targets which come their way."

It was Monica's turn to laugh at the Victorian euphemism her new friend had just invented. "I think it's about time you all got out of this sexual jungle and came back to the dull routine of academia. I'm jealous of how you seem to be able to adjust to whatever opportunity is out there."

"You still haven't told me about yourself," remarked Laura.

"I don't know if I should. You'll probably think I'm just making it up, because of what you've told me."

"Fair is fair. Don't leave anything out."

Monica touched her gently on the shoulder, and her beautiful green eyes moistened as she spoke. "I haven't had the good luck with men that you've had. It began when I was only eight years old, and a teenage babysitter showed me his thing and asked me to pump it up and down. He rubbed me while I helped him get off, and it was really exciting. So much so, I told my parents all about it, and my father, who was one of those genuine bible thumping preachers, threatened me with a one way ticket to hell. And believe me, the way he described it, you would think he was born and raised there."

" I don't see why you said I would think you were just making it up. There are many kids, whose first sexual experience was at the hands of someone they trusted."

"True. But in my case, my holier than thou father and that thing that passed as my mother, put a permanent crimp in my sexual development. I had very little experience with boys and men after that."

"What a damn shame. You are a stunning looking woman Monica. I'm surprised Jess hasn't put a hit on you yet."

Monica laughed at this. "He did indirectly. But I can assure you he would have been disappointed."

"You don't know Jess."

"No. But I do know me. What I've been trying to say, and haven't been doing very well, is that I prefer relationships with women who are out there doing their own thing, who are not afraid to let another woman into their life."

"Are you saying you're a lesbian?"

"I think that term limits me too much. Sex is such a small part of this. I prefer being close to a female partner who knows first hand what problems I might be experiencing as a woman. Men tend to be too selfish when it comes to making a woman feel fulfilled."

"Now I am surprised. I told you about my husband leaving me for a man, and now you tell me that you prefer women. All I can say Monica, is there must be some guy out there who would give his left nut to jump on your bones."

"My gawd woman! Where did you get such a dirty mouth?"

They both burst into laughter as they approached their tent. Jess was having a beer with Hank. "Sounds like you two have gotten into the hard stuff. Why don't you let us in on the joke?"

Monica accepted the challenge. "Just girl talk. Biological clocks and things like that."

"Girls have always interested me," replied Jess, his unsubtle way of trying to involve them in his favorite subject.

"We should all get a good night's sleep," interrupted Hank. "Ama wants to take the blood tests in the morning, and return to Washington tomorrow night."

"What's his hurry?" asked Laura, disappointed she would have so little time to spend with her new friend.

"It's like I told you", said Monica. "What most would take a week to do, our Dr. Khan completes in a few hours. If he has decided we are going to be back home by tomorrow, we'll be back tomorrow."

By noon the next day Ama and Monica had collected their specimens and repacked their gear for their return trip. As they flew north to the San Fernando airport, a sleek executive helicopter piloted by Captain Pedro Cervantes, with Professor Gonzalo de Quesada left Bogota.

"We couldn't ask for a nicer day to fly across Colombia," said Pedro.

" The beautiful green carpet of trees is a magnificent sight," said the Professor. "I've never been to this cave before, although I've heard a lot about it. Have you advised the Americans we are coming?"

"The General told me not to file a flight plan. He is going to be monitoring our route with DEA radar."

"I don't understand. Why would he do that?"

"The element of surprise. He wants you to see for yourself the day to day operations of the Americans at San Fernando de Atabapo without giving them a chance to prepare for your visit. I get the feeling Obispo doesn't really trust the Americans. I think he has something else in mind."

"He hasn't told me about anything else. I'm suppose to inspect and advise the General on whether or not the cave explorations should continue," said Gonzalo.

"I'm sure the General can rely on you Professor. But since we are going to have a few hours together, I was wondering sir, if it's not too much trouble, would you mind telling me about ancient Colombia? I got most of my education in the U.S. I know something about our country's current history, but I'm ignorant when it comes to our past."

"I would be delighted. You may not know it Pedro, but my ancestors were here at the start of the Spanish conquest."

"Amazing."

"My historic grandfather, Gonzalo de Quesada, a lawyer and writer, was appointed the leader of a band of 900 Spanish soldiers who left the coastal land of the Gulf of Mexico in 1536 to explore the source of the Rio Magdalena."

"Then I guess we could say your trip today, is history repeating itself," remarked Pedro. "Another de Quesada on a journey of exploration, almost five hundred years later. What is eery about all this, is that you have the same name as the first Spanish explorer."

"Well after all, we are relatives," smiled Gonzalo.

"And so you are. Please continue Professor."

"After travelling for two years in the jungle, he lost several of his men before reaching the Chibcha natives in their capital called Bacata. You know it today as Bogota, the original capital of all that area which now is divided into Venezuela, Ecuador, Panama, and Colombia."

"All claimed for their Spanish rulers."

"That's how it was done. Although his group was small in number, the natives were no match for the well trained band of soldiers. They captured the Chibchas, and enslaved them. They stole their gold, and helped to crush one of the most advanced ancient civilizations in this hemisphere."

"All in the name of Christianity."

"It would seem so," said Gonzalo, a hint of sadness in his reply.

"You're a true patriot Professor," said Pedro.

"I like to think I am, whatever that means."

"Could I ask your opinion? What do you think of Colombia's drug problem?"

"As much as I hate it, I have to admit it has given many of our poorest people a chance to break the cycle of poverty, even at the risk of being hurt by the anti-drug faction."

"Realizing this trade provides benefits for thousands of Colombians, why do you say you hate it?"

"There is so much corruption in this dirty business. Trafficking in drugs is better than gold these days. Fortunes are made overnight," said Gonzalo.

Pedro smiled at the accuracy of his remark, wondering if Gonzalo had ever seen the cache of wealth Obispo had hoarded since he began exploiting the cocaine trade. "So it's not necessarily the drug deals that disturbs you, as much as it is the men who wield the power at the top."

"Any legitimate government which is unable to crush the nefarious actions of criminals who slaughter in cold blood their supreme court judges, and burn down the halls of Justice, might as well step aside and let someone with strength of character and morality bring order back to our country."

"Like a strong man? Like Castro, or Juan Peron? Or maybe General Fernandez Obispo? Like you say, someone who can bring order back to our country," said Pedro. He waited expectantly for Gonzalo's reply. "Like our Secretary of the Interior?" asked Pedro again.

"I'm not sure about the General." replied the Professor, choosing his language carefully.

"Why not sure? If you know something about Obispo, you've got tell me Gonzalo."

"The man scares me...there I've said it," replied Gonzalo reluctantly.

"I don't know what it is you are trying to say. He scares you? Has he said something or done something which makes you say this?"

"Yes he has. You probably know more about it than I do."

"My gawd Professor, spit it out. What the hell are you talking about?"

"That horrible murder of Enrico Garvas."

"Murder. The man was an old man who would have died anyway. The guards who were trying to get him to confess about his involvement in that drug deal were too zealous. I asked Obispo about it when I heard what had happened, and he was as distraught as you. He annotated the personal records of those guards, and you can be assured they will feel the wrath of the General if they ever slip up again."

"Listen to yourself Pedro. Annotated records. Slip up. This was a cruel murder of a loyal patriot to keep him from telling the truth. They drowned the wretched soul in a tub of excrement. I don't understand why you can't see this."

"Then tell me Professor, what do you think is the truth Enrico wanted to tell us?"

"That someone, I don't know who, is at the top, making all the decisions. Whoever it is, I think that person is the most corrupt excuse for a leader our country has ever produced."

"And you think that person is General Fernandez Obispo, our Secretary of the Interior?"


"I didn't say that."
"But you suspect he might be?"

"He has opportunity, motive, and close allies who carry out his commands. Obispo is most likely the man who is behind all the corruption. I pity the person who expects General Obispo to be the savior of our beloved Colombia."

"I think you are making a mistake Professor. We need the General, and he has told me many times, he wishes you would be there, as a member of our team."

"Our team. It would seem Pedro, you've already made up your mind on which side you wish to play. I personally feel that I am a scientist, an anthropologist. I am not interested in political intrigue. But I am really afraid General Obispo will not let me make that choice. This is a treacherous man. I only hope I have the will to survive his treachery."

"I'm sorry you feel this way. Fernandez Obispo is the future of Colombia, and like your ancient relative who captured this land for Spain, I want to help him to overthrow the drug lords and give our country back to the people."

"If you truly believe this, I wish you the blessings of God. But beware Pedro. Material things often get in the way of our higher pursuits. You are still a young man. This is the time to establish your future, and the future of our beautiful country. Don't let the promises of Obispo lead you astray."

"I have great confidence in my General. It is because of him that your American friends are here, exploiting our ancient resources. It could end in the blink of an eye if the General decided to do it. He has lost interest in what is happening there. Now it depends on what you tell him. I don't think he trusts the gringos."

"You've said that before."

"And I still believe it."

Below them was the sparse airstrip outside of San Fernando de Atabapo. Pedro flew over the landing area and reduced the power. Dropping quickly below the tree line, the helicopter caressed the ground, as he brought the craft to a smooth stop in the heavy dust which whirled around them from the gravel surface. He shook hands with the Professor and wished him luck. Gonzalo was surprised he was not staying with him as Obispo had said he would, particularly if he was supposed to replace the deceased Arturo Verez. Pedro was eager to return to his boss with his decision that the Professor would not be suitable as a team member in the coup d'etat.

Grabbing a small overnight case Gonzalo hurried away from the aircraft and waved farewell as the plane turned around and headed west, back to Bogota. A lone soldier who operated the radio in the small shack adjacent to the airstrip, came out to meet him.

"Good afternoon. I am Professor Gonzalo de Quesada. Would you please contact the Atabapo site, and ask them to send someone for me."

"Of course Professor. This has been a busy place today."

"How is that?"

"The Americans left about an hour ago."

"They what?"

"One of those big U.S. helicopters took two passengers, a man and a woman."

"Have you a flight plan?"

"Si. They were Dr. Ama Khan, and Dr. Monica Lamb."

"Ask Atabapo to come and get me. And hurry. It is very important."

By the time Jess had refueled the Severski and returned to San Fernando, two hours had passed. Gonzalo couldn't stop thinking that Pedro was trying to warn him about a real danger facing the scientists at the cave.

"Estrelle is going to be very happy to see you Professor," said Jess, as they flew back to the cave.

"The poor woman must be devastated by the news about her father."

"She was at first. I think now she is relieved that his suffering is over."

"I must tell you Doctor Martin, I feel you are all in great danger on this project."

"Don't worry Professor. We are almost finished here. The last bit of recording is being done now by Hank and Laura. Dr.Ama Khan and Dr. Lamb have just returned to Washington with our blood samples. They both were convinced our protective suits have done their job. We don't have to worry anymore about the radiation danger."

"That's not the danger I am speaking about. I think General Obispo is preparing to make an attack on your site and seize all of your findings. This is a villainous man."

Jess was startled by Gonzalo's remarks. "What makes you think that? I thought you and the General were very close friends."

"Recently he has mentioned that the time is fast approaching when he will make a move to take over control of the government. He has even asked me to be a part of his coup."

"Do you believe he's serious?"

"I wouldn't be telling you if I didn't. The man has changed since he caused the death of Enrico Garvas. My spys tell me that he destroys everyone who stands in his way. He wants the public to think he is being iron fisted to crush the drug cartel. But those who really know him, claim he has been receiving huge sums of money from the illegal trafficking to buy arms for his revolution."

Hank and Laura were coming down the hill when the Severski landed. They had no idea Jess had to return to San Fernando to pick up Gonzalo. Estrelle Garvas ran towards the Professor when she spotted him following Jess out of the side hatch.

"Gonzalo! What a pleasant surprise," said Hank. "Seems the Atabapo Project is becoming a genuine tourist attraction."

Estrelle hugged Gonzalo with great feeling, sobbing quietly as he held her. Knowing the terrible ending of his friend Enrico, he embraced the young woman with the affection one shows when a loved one has died.

"Oh Professor. I've been wanting to speak to you," said Estrelle, her voice trembling with emotion.

"Of course Miss Garvas. Please accept my condolences for the passing of your father."

"So I suppose this is not just a social visit?" asked Hank.

"The General wants me to see first hand what you have discovered here."

"We've been sending you detailed reports of each days work. On occasion, Estrelle has even included confidential information."

"Like her report about Arumba and the attack he and his men thwarted. The General was really upset. By the way where is the zambo leader?" asked Gonzalo.
Jess interrupted, "He's not here now."

"That's right," said Hank. "He's recruiting and training his zambos for the revolution he thinks is going to happen in Colombia."

"That's most interesting. That was the danger I was talking about Jess," said Gonzalo. "There's no doubt in my mind that when the time is right, General Obispo and his forces will seize control of the government. Your friend Arumba's life is at great risk. Obispo's first move will probably be a pre-emptive attack on Arumba and his men."

Jess was reluctant to reveal anymore about the zambos. "How do you know this?"

"Obispo has been planning this government take over ever since he started accumulating arms and money. This was long before the Atabapo Project."

"Let's continue this conversation in our dining tent where we can have some refreshments and relax," said Hank.

As they walked from the landing pad to the tent area, Gonzalo put his arm on Estrelle's shoulder, reassuring her she could count on him in the event Obispo went ahead with his plans.

Hank passed around drinks, and all waited patiently for Gonzalo to begin.

"The General wanted me to see for myself the value in continuing with your project. The way he put it was, he didn't want to make his coup attempt if there was a risk that all of you might return home without completing your work on the cave. I'm afraid if I return and say that your discovery is of global importance, our Secretary will seize all the glory and use his attack as a way of gaining the support of the mass of Colombians in his revolution. You asked how I know about this. It happened when I learned about the cruel execution of Enrico. Apparently Obispo did not approve of me being sympathetic towards my old friend. He began to slander him, accusing him of trying to blackmail him for being involved in cartel operations. It was then that he asked me to be a member of his planning team to assist in the coup. I had to make him think that I would be interested. It was on the flight here that Pedro, his ambitious confidant and personal pilot, confirmed my suspicions that Obispo will do whatever it takes to seize power and be the ultimate ruler of Columbia. Pedro actually came right out and said the General would like to have me on his team when he makes his move."

"You are endangering yourself by these revelations," said Hank.

"It is you and your associates I'm concerned about," said Gonzalo. "Dr. Martin was saying you have almost completed the recordings of the cave symbols."

"True. A few more days will do it."

"Then I would suggest you plan to return as soon as possible to the U.S. Please do not delay more than a week. Continue sending your daily messages to buy yourself time. Include the fact that you are expecting an extension to study the sacred mountain of Ahuntipec."

"But what about you Professor?" asked Estrelle.

"I've got to return to Bogota and stall Obispo's plans until you have returned safely to your country."

"He'll kill you Gonzalo," said Hank. You can come back with us as a diplomatic refugee."

"Thank you Henry. That is most kind. But you must remember, Theresita my wife and our children. I have to stay. I am relying my position in Bogota will protect me."

"How can you say that after what happened to your judges?" asked Laura.

"I didn't say there would be no risk. My ancestors established this country. I cannot leave it in the hands of a madman. I will find a way."