Thailand invade us. We not scared of Western people. They not the same. Not want our kingdom.”
Rocko was getting up to speed real fast. He’d even lost interest in the pretty Korean girls that were everywhere around the temple complex.
“How do you know this wasn’t the place they brought him, David? The dates seem to line up.”
“Because there are no runes, Rocko, that’s why. The hooked X is reportedly as Stacey found out surrounded by a message in runes an ancient Nordic language from the Templars in Finland and Sweden, who were part of the Vikings. Seeing this symbolising such a sacred date here is simply telling those that know what they are looking for that this is not the place. I have no doubt Templars were here, but before they had to hide the chosen one. They simply lent technology to the Khmers. They were already great builders and this may have been a strong ally, but it’s not what I am looking for.”
Rocko threw his hands in the air. “Well that’s cool then. I’m hungry. Let’s go to Khmer Kitchen, get some real cold beers and get ourselves a nosh up. Then I might go for a massage.”
“You do that, buddy, I’ll see if Stacey has landed in South Africa yet and get her working. She’s gonna kill me, but this plot just got a hell of a lot thicker.”
They looked at Mr C and C nodded at them. “We go… you not want to see Ta Phrom again. Maybe Angelina Jolie is there.”
“Ha ha ha,” laughed Rocko, slapping C on the back. “It’s so cool that some things just don’t change. Come on and I’ll shout you a beer.”
8
Stacey stepped out of the plane at Cape Town airport. She had recently turned forty and longed for the wanderlust experiences of her twenties. A stunning blonde with just a tinge of greying in her hair, Stacey cut a very fine figure, everything so in proportion that men of all ages still turned and watched her walk past. Having her head in computers and libraries most of her life she was still a little unsure of herself and not sure if all that attention was real. Her native home in New Zealand was a little quiet for her and she wanted to see the world again.
She had been waiting some time. She was incredibly excited finally to be in Africa, the trip of her life and one she had saved for a number of years to get. She had even talked her mother into looking after the children for a couple of weeks and David had been nice enoughto upgrade her to business class, although in the back of her mind she knew there would be a price for that. The plane had sat on the tarmac at Johannesburg for an hour as was the nature of that flight and she had almost cut a hole in the fuselage, she was so keen to get outside. Now she was and it felt good. The African sun beamed down upon her and she actually felt a natural rhythm kick in within her. It was like a coming home. She couldn’t wait to shower, change and get into the day.
As she came through customs after picking up her luggage she thought she saw a blonde blue-eyed man staring at her, but she passed it off as just someone confusing her for their loved one. She didn’t even notice as she got in the cab that a car immediately came onto its tail and followed her all the way to her picturesque guest house in the stylish Waterkant area of Cape Town.
In the car that followed were two athletic males both in their mid-thirties. Jack Smith drove while John Jones kept watch on all sides and ensured Jack’s timing was perfect at the lights. They did not underestimate Stacey at all.
Of course John and Jack were not their real names. Those identities had long since been forgotten. What they signed up for was extreme wealth and what they had to do to get it was brutal, yet this was their initiation, as it had been for centuries and centuries.
John and Jack would have fitted perfectly into Hitler’s Aryan race. Both six feet tall, blond, blue eyed and athletic, there was a certain factory production feel to them. They rarely smiled unless
Rocko was getting up to speed real fast. He’d even lost interest in the pretty Korean girls that were everywhere around the temple complex.
“How do you know this wasn’t the place they brought him, David? The dates seem to line up.”
“Because there are no runes, Rocko, that’s why. The hooked X is reportedly as Stacey found out surrounded by a message in runes an ancient Nordic language from the Templars in Finland and Sweden, who were part of the Vikings. Seeing this symbolising such a sacred date here is simply telling those that know what they are looking for that this is not the place. I have no doubt Templars were here, but before they had to hide the chosen one. They simply lent technology to the Khmers. They were already great builders and this may have been a strong ally, but it’s not what I am looking for.”
Rocko threw his hands in the air. “Well that’s cool then. I’m hungry. Let’s go to Khmer Kitchen, get some real cold beers and get ourselves a nosh up. Then I might go for a massage.”
“You do that, buddy, I’ll see if Stacey has landed in South Africa yet and get her working. She’s gonna kill me, but this plot just got a hell of a lot thicker.”
They looked at Mr C and C nodded at them. “We go… you not want to see Ta Phrom again. Maybe Angelina Jolie is there.”
“Ha ha ha,” laughed Rocko, slapping C on the back. “It’s so cool that some things just don’t change. Come on and I’ll shout you a beer.”
8
Stacey stepped out of the plane at Cape Town airport. She had recently turned forty and longed for the wanderlust experiences of her twenties. A stunning blonde with just a tinge of greying in her hair, Stacey cut a very fine figure, everything so in proportion that men of all ages still turned and watched her walk past. Having her head in computers and libraries most of her life she was still a little unsure of herself and not sure if all that attention was real. Her native home in New Zealand was a little quiet for her and she wanted to see the world again.
She had been waiting some time. She was incredibly excited finally to be in Africa, the trip of her life and one she had saved for a number of years to get. She had even talked her mother into looking after the children for a couple of weeks and David had been nice enoughto upgrade her to business class, although in the back of her mind she knew there would be a price for that. The plane had sat on the tarmac at Johannesburg for an hour as was the nature of that flight and she had almost cut a hole in the fuselage, she was so keen to get outside. Now she was and it felt good. The African sun beamed down upon her and she actually felt a natural rhythm kick in within her. It was like a coming home. She couldn’t wait to shower, change and get into the day.
As she came through customs after picking up her luggage she thought she saw a blonde blue-eyed man staring at her, but she passed it off as just someone confusing her for their loved one. She didn’t even notice as she got in the cab that a car immediately came onto its tail and followed her all the way to her picturesque guest house in the stylish Waterkant area of Cape Town.
In the car that followed were two athletic males both in their mid-thirties. Jack Smith drove while John Jones kept watch on all sides and ensured Jack’s timing was perfect at the lights. They did not underestimate Stacey at all.
Of course John and Jack were not their real names. Those identities had long since been forgotten. What they signed up for was extreme wealth and what they had to do to get it was brutal, yet this was their initiation, as it had been for centuries and centuries.
John and Jack would have fitted perfectly into Hitler’s Aryan race. Both six feet tall, blond, blue eyed and athletic, there was a certain factory production feel to them. They rarely smiled unless
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