Free Incarnate: Mars Origin "I" Series Book III by Abby L. Vandiver

of
his front yard now. The Sphinx, he felt, belonged to him. He felt happy.
    Aaron opened up
the camper door and was met with the ink black night that enveloped the
plateau. He switched on the flood lights that illuminated the canopy-covered
area attached to the camper’s façade and sat in one of the yellow mesh folding
chairs. Taking a sip of his drink, he gazed out at the star–filled sky. He
could barely make out the outline of the monuments.
    Excavations
would start tomorrow.
    He couldn’t
wait.
    His field
campaign was comprised of top notch people, and he provided them with the
latest technology. He had spared no expense. He had even made up with the
government official whose daughter he had threatened.
    History
changes one death at a time.
    He
firmly believed that old adage. People had to die in order for old ideologies
and beliefs to be replaced. And perhaps sometimes those channels of change had
to be nudged a bit.
    Most
scientist didn’t believe that there was anything under the Sphinx. But he
believed it. Down in his bones.
    And
the more research and examination of the area, brought more proof that there
was something there. During the summer of 2001, the entrances to hidden
chambers in the Great Pyramid of Khufu was reported by an ABC Online News
Service. Two French archaeologists had used macrophotography to analyses the
walls within the pyramid. And the walls of those chambers seem to be headed
right under the Sphinx. They, too, didn’t get any further than that.
    Now,
fifteen years later, even though he was the only one vying to run a field
campaign on the site, his efforts had almost been thwarted. That is until
Castor held onto his leverage.
    He
smiled as he thought about the sweat that had trickled down the Director
General’s face as he handed over those permits. His hands were shaking and he
kept his head down the entire time they met. No eye contact. No guts. What he
must have been thinking – how he could have lost his beautiful daughter all so
someone could dig under the Sphinx.
    The
insistence of the local government to preserve the status of the existing
monuments was shattered. One day soon, the Director General would see what a
big deal digging under the Sphinx really was.
    Aaron
leaned back in his seat, crossed his legs and took a sip of his drink.

Chapter Thirteen
    Caracol, Belize
     
    She was on the
opposite side of the world from the places where anyone would have thought to
look to find the cradle of life. Human DNA had been traced back to one man in
Africa, which had fit hand in glove with what history books had taught as the
truth for years. People were digging in Turkey, Israel and Egypt for human
history. She was in Central America.
    Go figure, she
thought.
    But those once
tightly woven threads of the tapestry of history had become frayed and were
slowly beginning to unravel.
    I might just
be the one to break all the old ways of thinking.
    A purple haze
streaked across the sky, and the glare of the shimmering liquid white sun
blazed over the horizon. Logan Dickerson sat on a mass of rocks
and dirt that had been upturned by her team earlier that day. She stared out at
the roped off areas of the site she had been recruited to excavate. And
with excitement and wonder she contemplated what she would discover.
    The history of
man was being turned upside down and shaken violently. And what might come out
of it was surely going to surprise everyone who thought they knew the truth.
     “An
archaeologist is a re-creator of history . . .” Her mother’s words swept
through her like a cold breeze and hit up against the walls of her heart,
making it pound. The anticipation made her lightheaded. She was excited and weak
all at the same time. She had to constantly wipe the sweat from the palms of
her hands, and concentrate hard to keep them from trembling.
    She
picked up a fistful of dirt and let it filter through her fingers. The thought
of digging there had made her giddy. She sucked in the