Free The Forbidden Script by Richard Brockwell Page B

hell are you man? That’s an impossible shot, and in complete darkness!”
    Someone at the rear shouts out.
    “You’re either a great shot or just damn lucky!”
    Without a word, Jason goes for his Colt. Again he hangs a new sheet and sends it all the way to the end of the lane. The young rookie switches off the light. Jason aims his firearm, shooting all rounds emptying the chamber. He places his earmuffs down on the table, picks up his Magnum and leaves. Everyone tries to enter the booth at once, wanting to see the results. They slowly bring back the target, staring in amazement at the smiley face that Jason had shot out.
     
    Back at Tony’s place, Helen got to work straight away. She did not want to waste anymore time. The sooner she was ready with the translation the sooner she would leave Tony’s house. On the other hand, she was very eager to break the code of the ancient Mayan and understand them much better. She thought to herself. Could it be really possible they had found a way into the spiritual world or was it all a load of crap? She knew very well that the Mayans believed in many gods and were a very intelligent race. Did the ancient ones hide this hidden text for a reason? Was it never meant to be found? Was it something no one should ever know of or did something go terribly wrong, forcing them to hide it away from the rest of the world?
    She was left to herself in the basement working while Carlos kept a watchful eye on her.
    As Helen kept busy working. Tony was already planning things with Travis, his assistant. He knew the ritual to summon the spirits had to have four or more participants. It was not the first time he performed the ritual. He knew this time it would be different as he had always managed to talk with the dead. When he had a group of people all in deep meditation, he was able to communicate much longer and gather more than the usual amount of energy that entered his body.
    Gathering participants for the calling of the dead was left up to Travis. He and Tony had an understanding between them. They had met one afternoon while on duty at the hospital. A young man had been brought into the emergency ward after being involved in a head-on collision traffic accident. Travis had almost died while on the operating table from head injuries.
    Tony was outside the operating theater when he saw the spirit of a young man leave his body. Tony sensed Travis was not ready to pass on. He somehow managed to force the spirit back into the dead Travis, giving him another chance in life. Tony had then later gave Travis a place to stay since both his parents had died instantaneously on that day of the accident, leaving him homeless and alone.
    Tony asked Travis, “have you informed the participants we will soon be ready for another meeting?”
    “Yes, they are all awaiting the date and time. Everyone is excited and curious to know what you have discovered, and will do what it takes to attend the ritual,” said Travis.
    “We all know once the location is decided, it must be kept a secret between all of us. No other person must know the whereabouts,” said Tony.
    Travis responded, “yes of course. I made it clear to everyone.”
    Tony said, “so it is set. As soon as professor Shireberg translates even a part of the Mayan hieroglyphs, you will inform the others when and where the ritual will take place.”
     
    A day had passed, and Helen through research and experience had managed to decipher a third of the Mayan hieroglyphs. She had not yet fully understood the exact meanings but was guessing all will be revealed once the whole plaque is entirely translated.
    Tony was now becoming impatient and continually warned Helen the consequences if she failed to meet the deadline. He asks her to hand over what she has managed to translate, eager to try and perform a ritual based on what she has already translated. Helen tries to warn him that things might not go as planned with only a third of the written