Destiny

NINETY-TWO

They entered the lobby, the large room drenched in a rainbow of colors filtered from sunlight through the Ardon Window. Alicia said, “We’ve got to reach Secretary Hanover!”

“And tell her what?” Marcus asked. “That the Iranians planted a bomb aboard a U.S. plane bound for London—”

“We have to do something!”

“We have to get that plane safely on the ground. They only way to do that is to meet the Iranians. Alicia, stay with Jacob.”

Jacob nodded. “Please, I will take you to my home—”

“I can’t! I have to go!”

Jacob turned his head to Alicia. “I wish you would come with me, but I do understand your need to go. I pray that your niece and the others on the plane will be safe.” Turning back to Marcus, he said, “Paul, where can you reveal your discoveries to a world that desperately needs to hear it? The information on that flash drive is God’s handwriting on earth’s wall…sealed by Daniel. The spear you carry in your pocket has been and now continues to be sought after by those who believe it delivers power to whoever possesses it. You must pass through the Iranian den of hate to continue this journey. Others will no doubt, hunt you, too. Where will you go?”

“I’m not sure yet, Jacob, but keep me in your prayers. The taxi we called should be here by now.”

Marcus and Alicia started toward the front door just as Jacob spotted a black Mercedes pulling into the lot.

Jacob held up his hand. “Wait!”

“What is it?” asked Alicia.

“I recognize one of them getting out of that car. He’s Nathan Levy’s associate. He’s Mossad! You must leave through the back way! Follow that corridor around to the exit where you will see my car — a black Honda. I will stall them in my office.” Jacob handed Marcus the key and pointed to a hallway. “Go!”

Marcus nodded, grabbed a roll of duct tape from a maintenance cart near the vacant reception desk, and ran with Alicia toward the exit.

“May God be with you,” whispered Jacob, watching the men in dark suits approach.