on with these people? Do you believe that it is even possible that it could all be because of aliens? Or, as it states in one place here…let me find it…here, this one person believed the perpetrators were of demonic origins.”
Cranford considered the question thoughtfully. There were the facts in those files, and then there were things he knew, that was not. Better to leave personal suppositions out of the equation though. Purcell was gone and nothing would bring him back.
“I think that what I think doesn’t matter. We will just stick to the facts, just as they are on those papers. Didn’t someone tell you that everything you got in your hands is on your computer?”
“Yes, I know that. There is just something about holding these papers in my hand and reading it that works for me. Like, I can read something on the computer and it does not jump out at me, while I can hold these papers, pace the floor at the same time and bam! I see things that I just do not see on the computer.”
Frank sensed that Cranford could tell him much more so he pushed.
“Look, I know you lost your partner about the time all this was going down in a…hmmm, random burglary, so it says here.”
At his words, Cranford quickly got up and walked over to the open door of their office. After making sure no one was close by, he shut it and turned around.
“Whatever you do, do not mention Purcell here…ever!”
He walked closer to the desk Frank was sitting at and when Frank would have spoken, the stern look Cranford gave him caused him to listen intently to what the older man was saying in low tones, barely above a whisper.
“Purcell was murdered and no, it was not the random burglary with some retard, it was reported to be. I would however, like to keep you and me alive, at least until I retire the first of the year. Dig and find out all you want, but I am telling you right now, you best keep it to yourself what you find out. All you going to get from me to start you off is, this. President Woodrow Wilson said something about a secret society once, one that is very much still around and headed by the devil himself.”
Curious, Frank waited. He was excited to have gotten this far. He figured it would have taken much longer.
“…there is a power so organized, so subtle, so complete, and so pervasive, that they had better not speak above their breath when they speak in condemnation of it.”
Cranford straightened up and rubbing his face, feeling the ever-appearing stubble. Frank, watching him, felt further excitement for he knew there was much more the other man could tell him. He also knew how dangerous this could be for Cranford to share his findings with a newcomer. He wished things were different but it was what it was.
“Woodrow Wilson, huh? Sure, I remember him! From the History books of course, Democrat, twenty-eighth president of the USA. Yep, he sure was a good one too. Didn’t he win the Nobel Peace Prize?”
Cranford shook his head. He hoped the man had something beside book smarts. He went over to his own desk and sat down and grumbled,
“Now, if you will let me, I got a report which was supposed to be finished hours ago.”
Frank admitted guiltily,
“Oh, about that, Sandra said Captain was asking for it. I was supposed to tell you but forgot. Sorry!”
All he got in return was a grunt.
Without committing himself, Cranford had just let him know that he was more in tune with things going on than one might think. If he had any idea about why he was passed over for the captain slot, Frank was sure he would still be shocked.
The quote Cranford gave him was a good indication that he knew more about the connection between these strange events and the people belonging to a group that was not only so secretive, but literally hundreds of years old and was responsible for promoting the One World System. Frank looked
Cranford considered the question thoughtfully. There were the facts in those files, and then there were things he knew, that was not. Better to leave personal suppositions out of the equation though. Purcell was gone and nothing would bring him back.
“I think that what I think doesn’t matter. We will just stick to the facts, just as they are on those papers. Didn’t someone tell you that everything you got in your hands is on your computer?”
“Yes, I know that. There is just something about holding these papers in my hand and reading it that works for me. Like, I can read something on the computer and it does not jump out at me, while I can hold these papers, pace the floor at the same time and bam! I see things that I just do not see on the computer.”
Frank sensed that Cranford could tell him much more so he pushed.
“Look, I know you lost your partner about the time all this was going down in a…hmmm, random burglary, so it says here.”
At his words, Cranford quickly got up and walked over to the open door of their office. After making sure no one was close by, he shut it and turned around.
“Whatever you do, do not mention Purcell here…ever!”
He walked closer to the desk Frank was sitting at and when Frank would have spoken, the stern look Cranford gave him caused him to listen intently to what the older man was saying in low tones, barely above a whisper.
“Purcell was murdered and no, it was not the random burglary with some retard, it was reported to be. I would however, like to keep you and me alive, at least until I retire the first of the year. Dig and find out all you want, but I am telling you right now, you best keep it to yourself what you find out. All you going to get from me to start you off is, this. President Woodrow Wilson said something about a secret society once, one that is very much still around and headed by the devil himself.”
Curious, Frank waited. He was excited to have gotten this far. He figured it would have taken much longer.
“…there is a power so organized, so subtle, so complete, and so pervasive, that they had better not speak above their breath when they speak in condemnation of it.”
Cranford straightened up and rubbing his face, feeling the ever-appearing stubble. Frank, watching him, felt further excitement for he knew there was much more the other man could tell him. He also knew how dangerous this could be for Cranford to share his findings with a newcomer. He wished things were different but it was what it was.
“Woodrow Wilson, huh? Sure, I remember him! From the History books of course, Democrat, twenty-eighth president of the USA. Yep, he sure was a good one too. Didn’t he win the Nobel Peace Prize?”
Cranford shook his head. He hoped the man had something beside book smarts. He went over to his own desk and sat down and grumbled,
“Now, if you will let me, I got a report which was supposed to be finished hours ago.”
Frank admitted guiltily,
“Oh, about that, Sandra said Captain was asking for it. I was supposed to tell you but forgot. Sorry!”
All he got in return was a grunt.
Without committing himself, Cranford had just let him know that he was more in tune with things going on than one might think. If he had any idea about why he was passed over for the captain slot, Frank was sure he would still be shocked.
The quote Cranford gave him was a good indication that he knew more about the connection between these strange events and the people belonging to a group that was not only so secretive, but literally hundreds of years old and was responsible for promoting the One World System. Frank looked
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