Free The Third Key (GUARDING THE LIGHT) by V.K. Ramsey

Peter's-on-the-Wall
     
    XIX.
     
    Moments after the dying man breathed out the location, Quabil was moving . Time was not his only advantage - demons possessed data research technology hundreds of times faster than humans . He knew exactly where to go, shortly after the location was revealed . Quabil had been chosen especially for his extremely ‘ action oriented ’ nature . These qualities could have been used for good, but with his black and demonic personality and mindset, they could not be much appreciated by humans with a heart .
    A fter he fought Jason the first time, Quabil had been killed ; but he was also ‘resurre cted’ and electronically enhanced into a near cyborg by topnotch scientists within t he Demonic Alliance . They turned him i nto a living killing machine and empowered him with black magic – to a much higher level than ever before . This time, he didn’t need a team . He could easily kill hundreds of humans. But that was not the plan for now. Quabil was sent to quickly move in and out, opening the Diamond Gate for the army of demons that were ready, waiting to pour in through the gap . Once he had the Third Key , his mission would be over…and so would everyone else’s.
    The plane shuddered upon landing at the s mall private airport. It was eerily still , and everything worked as planned . Just 10 minutes from landing they were packed with two cars were heading towards their goal. Quabil had arranged a second Range Rover filled with equipment and we apons, just in case – that was the name of this game – before the Diamond Gate opened. He still had to keep a low profile - no unnecessary exposure . It was an annoyance, but at the end of the day, all was going well . He was in possession of two Keys and only the Third Key separated him fro m the ultimate goal.
    From the airport, the d rive to St. Peter's-on-the-Wall at Bradwell -on-Sea lasted only 40 minutes. The r oads in this part of Essex were lovely, and driving was a smooth experience. This St. Peter's-on-the-Wall was one of the oldest chu rches in this part of the world , but Quabil was only interested in his goal :
    “We are near the Third Key, the last that separate s us from the utmost success and glory. Let’s keep this clean and simple. The k ey is below the altar – let’s get it . I will do the rest ”.
    Both cars parked on the side of the road, in front of the St. Peter’s church parking lot. Taking his two assistants, Quabil headed straight towards the main gate while the t hird man guarded the Range Rover s . Quabil didn’t need a team to tell him how to get where he wanted to go ; his right brain implant easily allowed him to connect to any database, Internet network or device . He sometimes gave a vacant impression of no presence – while in fact he was just searching the screen of whatever data he was analyzing at the moment. He hacked into and set off the alarm system of St. Peter’s complex, and the nearby church and ministry school.
    The s irens and lights went off . While panicking people began to clear the area , Quabil and his killers entered the main church hall where the Altar was easy to find. As they began searching , a security guard with a reddish face and grey hair appeared in front of them, trying to clear the church . W ithout warning , h e was killed faster than thought .
    All of the tourists, visitors, priests and nuns were out wo ndering about the sirens and alarm s . The sky was dark , and the crowd buzzed about , waiting for police and firefighters to arrive. Some watched out for signs of fire, and some speculated about possible causes of this whole mess. S uddenly, a strong glow of white bright light emanated fro m inside the church hall . Huge windows of differently colored glass were all illuminated from the inside. The c hurch now looked as if t here were huge movie screens on all the walls, glowing with light . The crowd began muttering, not liking that they didn’t understand this new turn