The Society of Orion: The Orion Codex by Gerald J . Kubicki, Kristopher Kubicki

here.”
    “Are you saying you let him steal the artifacts?” Banyon asked with confusion.
    “I have personally picked the items to take to his brother. They are only part of some Nazis’ collection.”
    “But why’d you give him the Orion Codex then?”
    “To make sure that you would come to help me.”

 
     
    Chapter Sixteen
     
    “Now I’m really confused,” Banyon admitted. “What is it that you expect of me?”
    “There are several reasons why I wanted you here. I’ll explain,” the monk announced.
    “Please do,” Banyon said as he sat back in the chair and folded his arms.
    “First of all, my time is short. I am well over ninety years old, not eighty as the records say. I am the only member of the society here. When I die, I want you to take the weapons and protect them. Will you do that for me?”
    “If you wish,” Banyon replied humbly. “But what about the other treasures secreted in a hidden room that I have heard about?”
    “My four protégées know where the treasure room is located, but they know nothing about the Orion weapons. It has already been agreed that they will use those treasures to maintain the school.”
    “I understand,” Banyon agreed. “But I’m not able to locate the room or you sometimes. Why is that?”
    “That’s because I use the Covers weapon. It cloaks anything I need it to hide.” The monk reached into his tunic and pulled out a chain with a two-inch silver colored trinket on it.
    “Makes sense,” Banyon nodded.
    “Good,” Father Hector said. “When I die you will come here. The weapons are in a vault behind that wall,” he pointed. “I’ll show you how to access it later.”
    “Okay,” Banyon said.
    “The second reason for your visit is that I want you to take the Orion Codex back with you to America. I have been unable to fully understand it. Maybe you will have better luck. It contains information on all of the weapons and how to make them work. You understand why it needs to be kept safe, don’t you?” The monk asked reasonably.
    “I do,” Banyon responded and nodded his head. “But are you telling me that you gave the codex to Carl Walther as motivation for me to help you?”
    “Yes, exactly,” the monk said and pointed a bony finger at Banyon. “You will need to stop the Germans plans and put things right before it will be yours.”
    “So you want me to stop the white supremacy threat. Is that correct?”
    “I had to make sure you would do it,” Father Hector admitted. “They have become a serious problem in our country. Too many people have died because of them.”
    “It seems I have no choice now,” Banyon uttered with a touch of frustration.
    “Finally, I want you to find the lost Tayos caves and recover the treasures there. I want the Coles to get credit.”
    “Why do this now?” Banyon questioned. “They have been hidden for a long time. And why do you want the Coles to get credit?”
    “The Germans have learned about the treasures in the cave,” the old monk replied. “Everybody here does,” he said as he opened his arms expansively. “They intend to go after the treasures and use them to finance their sinister plan to take over the government. You need to stop them.”
    “What makes you think that?” Banyon asked.
    “We have noticed a dramatic increase in the number of blond Europeans in the city in the last few weeks. They will start their little war very soon.”
    “Alright,” Banyon said and nodded his head. “But why give credit to the Coles?”
    “Their father was a dear friend and the only other member of The Society of Orion here in Ecuador. Carl Walther had him killed because he uncovered Walther’s plot.”
    “Oh!” Banyon said with surprise. “So Carl Walther has been working his plot for a long time, right?”
    “Yes,” the old man answered. “There were others before him. And many people have died along the way. It is time to put a stop to him and his organization.”
    “I understand what