Free Revealing Revelations by Ric Nero Page B

potential terrorists. I just can’t understand why. He seemed to be understanding about the situation when I told him earlier maybe it’s an NCO thing and pay it no mind. I see we were headed back out East gate that could only mean another trip to the Coo Coo’s Nest. The rest of the ride was silent between us, I’m sure he was thinking the same thoughts I had in mind after I had got the anonymous call from John Todd last night.
    We get there and the green door in the front of the building is locked. Shane digs in his pocket and pulls out a small bracelet of keys and unlocks the door. I refrain from making any barkeep, janitorial or key master jokes at the time and simply choose to save them in my arsenal for later. We close doors behind us and walk down the black and marooned tiled floors into the T.O.C.
    I hit the light switch and Shane sits in front of a laptop at the big metal table in the center of the room. I stand beside him waiting to see what he types into the computer. He pulls up Google and types in John Todd. I would think a person finder would’ve worked better, but what came up was articles and videos on Youtube. We read article after article about the guy, and how he formerly in the Navy. Also there were articles about John Todd being a member of secret society that ruled the nations behind the scenes and were devil worshippers. The Illuminati. We come across videos and documented speeches showing how he turned and tried exposing some group called Illuminati. The more we looked into this John Todd, the more we found out this well structured and highly secretive political and cultic organization conspirators called Illuminati. But I tell Shane that even though the footage was from the seventies, the guy in the video is not the same guy that I met last night.
    Click clack! My heart drops from the unexpected sound of visitors. We both look at one another for a split second then I rush to grab the doorknob in attempts to prevent the unwelcomed entry while he closes the laptop and turn off the lights.
    “Go, go, go!” Shane tries to whisper rapidly, but before I can reach the door it opens with a full swing. I close my eyes and try to exhale, but I find it hard to breathe. We were caught red-handed. There was enough information in this room to put both of us and Bazz away for good. I finally exhale and still find it hard to face the repercussions that stands before me.
    “We’ve been breached!” says a joking man with a loud familiar deep Haitian accent.
    I open my eyes and Bazz stood before me with a slight smile in urban camouflage.
    “Bazz!” I yelled out with relief. I step to the side and let him walk in.
    I see Shane next to the table making it clear he was startled as well as he jumps and grabs his chest and says, “Thank God it’s you, man. Hey, we need to talk. Some guy named John…” Shane stops in mid-sentence. I turn the lights on and look at Shane. His mouth is open and jaw dropped looking at the doorway.
    I turn and see the tall Chaplain walking by and behind him is none other than the infamous John Todd, with a smirk on his face too. He cleaned up his appearance this time. Gray suit, white shirt and tie, he looked like a lawyer.
    “John Todd, I presume?” asks a very confused Shane.
    Bazz sits on the corner of the table, one foot touching the floor the other dangling in the air while his guest sits in a chair next to him.
    “I see you’ve spoken of me, Thomas. I hope you’ve spoken highly,” John Todd says, nodding his head up and down. We did everything here discretely for quite some time and all he does is smile and see us as jokes. I had enough of his games, I can’t take it anymore.
    “You think this is a game?” I exclaimed as I dashed over and try to wrap my hands around his neck.
    Bazz grabs me before I reach him, while he sits there so poised and so carefree. “Thomas! Thomas! Listen, settle down!” Bazz shouts holding me at bay in John Todd’s defense. Knowing he