the broken clay tablet. This could be a piece from Emperor Ashoka’s clay tablet that you see attached to his chest armor! Of course, it is a long shot on how this piece could have survived for so long. But, hey, whenever archeologist dig out stuff from the earth around lost civilizations, don’t they dig out broken clay pots? Who knows? But this is just my guess….I could be completely wrong about this one though.”
Hound proudly pointed at his prized possession and spoke with glee, “See? Maybe, this would be very useful for us after all. You idiots should thank me for picking this up from Kalinga!”
“Yes, Hound. If this hypothesis is true, it is going to be your clue in finding what you may be looking for to rid yourselves of this dream. Who knows? Someday, this very piece of broken clay tablet could save your lives?” said Natalie smiling. She was beautiful and she was a nice person, I liked her, we all did. I’d love to ask her out tonight.
What the hell is 99 Palms?
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Natalie slumped to the ground as we sprang from our beanbags. I looked out of the window and saw no one. I could only see the sea. Whoever shot Dr. Natalie in the back was a coward of the lowest order and was definitely trying his best to prevent us from discovering more.
Derek held her in his arms as spurts of blood gurgled out of her mouth. Goose rushed out to find help while I was on the phone trying to dial 100, call the cops. Bitch! No signal! Hound rushed out and was at the entrance of the house in no time, gunning up Motormouth, trying to see if we could save her life by taking her to the nearest hospital.
She was almost gone. In between gasps she managed to say, “99 Palms...Books of Nine unknown…Shambala…meet Monica, number on the table...diary...Run.”
She died bleeding as Derek and I watched shell-shocked.
And then there was smoke in the room bellowing from all corners. I lunged at the table and picked up the diary on the table to make sure we did what Natalie wanted us to do.
“Run! It’s a smoke bomb, I saw someone lob it!” yelled Goose and managed to wake us up from our trance, “Drop her, Derek! She’s dead! We need to get out of here!”
Leaving her body gently down on the carpet, tears streaming down his face, Derek looked at me and said, “Unfair.” My eyes had filled up as well. I eased Hound’s treasure from her hands and pocketed it. We gathered our wits and ran trying to find our way out of the house amidst the thick black smoke. Goose shot a beam of light at us from a torch and kept yelling, “Over here!”
We managed to get out of the house, straight into our SUV, Motormouth. Hound was behind the wheel, stepped on the pedal while Goose slammed the door and buckled up. Derek and I barely closed the doors and we were on the road, racing towards our resort.
I looked back. Smoke bellowed from her library. This was getting dangerous. My heart wept silently for Dr. Natalie . Someone was trying to stop us from finding out the truth.
That night, we decided that we would unlock the secrets to the place called Shambala, go there, hunt down these Nine Unknown Men and beat the shit out of them till they rid us of our dreams. Evolved thought be damned, we’d make ‘em pay for Natalie Jackson as well.
“Here, keep your soul-pebble safe. It just cost us one life”, I said angrily as I tossed the broken piece of clay tablet at Hound, “We’ve just been forced into a new adventure, thanks to you. Hope there’s some good money in it at least!”
***
CHAPTER FIVE
The Lost City of Gold
***
Roses are red and violets are blue,
We found the scriptures of 99 Palms, known to very few;
It’s an old set of scriptures, written on palm leaves,
It shows the path to Paradise as one believes;
A guarded secret by the Nine, deep inside the earth somewhere,
It talks of a land of pure science, it tells us how to get there;
The 13th rock edict at Kalinga
Hound proudly pointed at his prized possession and spoke with glee, “See? Maybe, this would be very useful for us after all. You idiots should thank me for picking this up from Kalinga!”
“Yes, Hound. If this hypothesis is true, it is going to be your clue in finding what you may be looking for to rid yourselves of this dream. Who knows? Someday, this very piece of broken clay tablet could save your lives?” said Natalie smiling. She was beautiful and she was a nice person, I liked her, we all did. I’d love to ask her out tonight.
What the hell is 99 Palms?
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Natalie slumped to the ground as we sprang from our beanbags. I looked out of the window and saw no one. I could only see the sea. Whoever shot Dr. Natalie in the back was a coward of the lowest order and was definitely trying his best to prevent us from discovering more.
Derek held her in his arms as spurts of blood gurgled out of her mouth. Goose rushed out to find help while I was on the phone trying to dial 100, call the cops. Bitch! No signal! Hound rushed out and was at the entrance of the house in no time, gunning up Motormouth, trying to see if we could save her life by taking her to the nearest hospital.
She was almost gone. In between gasps she managed to say, “99 Palms...Books of Nine unknown…Shambala…meet Monica, number on the table...diary...Run.”
She died bleeding as Derek and I watched shell-shocked.
And then there was smoke in the room bellowing from all corners. I lunged at the table and picked up the diary on the table to make sure we did what Natalie wanted us to do.
“Run! It’s a smoke bomb, I saw someone lob it!” yelled Goose and managed to wake us up from our trance, “Drop her, Derek! She’s dead! We need to get out of here!”
Leaving her body gently down on the carpet, tears streaming down his face, Derek looked at me and said, “Unfair.” My eyes had filled up as well. I eased Hound’s treasure from her hands and pocketed it. We gathered our wits and ran trying to find our way out of the house amidst the thick black smoke. Goose shot a beam of light at us from a torch and kept yelling, “Over here!”
We managed to get out of the house, straight into our SUV, Motormouth. Hound was behind the wheel, stepped on the pedal while Goose slammed the door and buckled up. Derek and I barely closed the doors and we were on the road, racing towards our resort.
I looked back. Smoke bellowed from her library. This was getting dangerous. My heart wept silently for Dr. Natalie . Someone was trying to stop us from finding out the truth.
That night, we decided that we would unlock the secrets to the place called Shambala, go there, hunt down these Nine Unknown Men and beat the shit out of them till they rid us of our dreams. Evolved thought be damned, we’d make ‘em pay for Natalie Jackson as well.
“Here, keep your soul-pebble safe. It just cost us one life”, I said angrily as I tossed the broken piece of clay tablet at Hound, “We’ve just been forced into a new adventure, thanks to you. Hope there’s some good money in it at least!”
***
CHAPTER FIVE
The Lost City of Gold
***
Roses are red and violets are blue,
We found the scriptures of 99 Palms, known to very few;
It’s an old set of scriptures, written on palm leaves,
It shows the path to Paradise as one believes;
A guarded secret by the Nine, deep inside the earth somewhere,
It talks of a land of pure science, it tells us how to get there;
The 13th rock edict at Kalinga
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