Chapter
37
The
Stakeout
War is about remaking the world to suit the
whims of some powerful group over the whims of some other powerful group. The
dead are just the sparks that fly from the metal as they grind it down.
– David
Wong
Everything belonged to him--but that was a
trifle. The thing to know was what he belonged to, how many powers of darkness
claimed him for their own. – Joseph Conrad
Wally had come every day and waited in his
car watching. He watched couples, small
groups, and crowds of tourists ooze out of cars, and buses at the tiny car park
outside the chateaux. All the while he
would read the paper or pretend to, depending if he actually finished it or not. No one paid him any attention, assuming that
he was a small private tour operator waiting for his clients inside the
attraction. He had taken the Range
Rover, instead of the Porche for that very reason.
He had never actually come to the ruined fortresses
of Lastours before, and wondered briefly if he should, but it occurred to him
that such an action would be out of place for the weary tour driver he was
supposed to be. So, he sat and waited. The bait was set. The web spread. Sooner or later, she would come, no doubt
with Barry. At the thought of his former
colleague and friend, he reached for and felt the gun under his seat. Yes, Wally would deal with that meddlesome
fool soon enough, and end this pitiful human resistance against the inevitable
tide of Them. Could the idiots of Castle
Wonderland not see the folly of their course of action? Could they not see the superior nature that
They possessed. They needed no quantum
computers, interfaces, or special people to travel between world and communicate
… They just did it. That was what They
did. It gave Them perspective on the big
picture, a multidimensional view, that humans, not even the vanguard of human
achievement that the misguided scientists at Chateau de pays m des Meveilles
supposed themselves to be. Would be
liberators. But they were only delaying
the true liberation of humanity: The liberation from human weakness and frailty
… the opportunity to become one with something much greater. A vast inter-dimensional hivemind of intellectual
capacity beyond anything humans could achieve with their technologies. They were attempting to remove the water from
a sinking ship with a Dixie cup.
Wally pulled his paper down and gazed for a
bit at the toppled towers, the ruined castles before him. The Cathars had tried to stand in the way of
Their progress too. These interlopers
would likewise fall. None could stand
against Their might.
Wallace Patel, did not realize he was
completely insane.
He felt the buzzing coming once again
within his head. Not the searing pain of
full contact, just a bit of a heads up.
Allen and Brabant were on their way, one of Their agents had
warned. Wally pulled the gun from under
his seat and placed in the seat next to him, beneath a fast food bag. The fly was about to enter the web. The spider was ready.
copyright 2017 Diana Hignutt
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