Free The Forbidden Script by Richard Brockwell

the one responsible for the deaths of John and Paul! You son of a bitch! Do you really think that I’m going to help you with your insane quest of entering the spirit realm? You’re crazy! You need to be locked up!”
    The next thing Helen feels is pain across her right cheek. Tony slaps her so hard that blood starts to drip from her lips.
    “Sit her back down in her seat!” Shouts out Tony.
    While continuously staring at him, Helen wipes the blood away with her sleeve.
    “Miss Shireberg. This is how it’s going to be. You will help me with what I want or else!”
    Helen looks at him, her eyes red with rage.
    “Or else what? Kill me? Go ahead do it. The secret you murdered my friends for will be taken with me to my grave!” Said Helen.
    A smile appeared over Tony’s face.
    He said, “I don’t think so Miss Shireberg.”
    He went over to Helen and placed a picture in front of her of a very pretty twelve-year-old girl. Helen was shocked.
    “How did you get this picture? That’s my niece, my sister’s daughter.”
    Tony slammed his hand down hard on the table.
    “You will help me, or it will be the second child your sister will lose this year. She lost her baby boy only five months ago. I have done my research professor Shireberg. Now do we have an understanding between us?” demanded Tony.
    Helen had no choice. She picked up the photograph of her niece and herself together at the beach.
    “I swear, If you harm one hair on her head, I won’t rest until your buried six feet under.”
    Tony took the picture away, and instead of it placed the Mayan plaque in front of her. She picked it up, turning it over, inspecting it to make certain it was the same one she had discovered. After a while she began to translate it to herself, when suddenly she stopped.
    “I can’t carry on. It’s not all here,” she said looking at it with care.
    Tony replied, “it’s all there. You just can’t see it that’s why.”
    He then took the plaque away from Helen and with a quick jerk he pulled it apart revealing the smaller hidden plaque inside. He handed it to Helen, who was stunned at the marvel of the ancient Mayan. She gently placed it on the table, afraid it might break into small pieces if held too long in her hands. Tony sat down beside her.
    He asked, “what do you think? Isn’t it amazing? Are you able to translate it?”
    Helen seemed to forget the aspect of the situation.
    “This is remarkable. I have never seen hieroglyphs like these. It must be some very rare dialect from the first Mayan civilization. Do you have a magnifying lens and a pencil and paper?”
    Tony indicated to Carlos to get what Helen wanted. She took the lens and went over every description on the small plaque. She then turned it over and again carefully studied its detail with precise care. Tony sat impatiently, waiting for a response from Helen. She took her time, despite the feeling of tension building up in the room.
    “Well, can you decipher it?” asked Tony.
    Helen seemed to take no notice of what he was saying and kept on studying the writing. Then in her own time she put down the magnifying lens and said.
    “Yes. I believe I can, but it will take time.”
    Tony stood up. “How much time do you need?” He asked.
    “I’m not sure. Five days, maybe six. I need to do research, plenty of research. This could be more than two thousand years old. It could be the first of its kind.”
    Tony shook his head. “I can’t wait that long. No way. You got three days, no more, and I want every single word precisely translated.”
    Helen thought of her niece and had no choice but to agree with Tony.
     
    Later during the day at the FBI building, Chief Berks called in Jason and Danny after going through the report. To their surprise, standing behind Matt was David Hewitt his superior. Seeing Mr. Hewitt was enough for Jason to speak his mind.
    “What the hell is he doing here? I’m out of here Chief. You know he’s only going to disagree with