THE OMEGA FILE
By; Speaker Gerald A. Polley
THE ANCIENT ONE had led his companion to an abandoned factory
on the outskirts of the nation's capitol. As they arrived two
vehicles sat in the middle of it. "Ah! Just in time!"
The Ancient One remarked. "Each party," he continued,
"has left sentries on the end of the building. Fetch the two
up there but don't hurt them." The Ancient One's companion
nodded and hurried off. The Ancient One, himself, descended to
the ground, walked up behind a man holding an oozie and tapped
him on the shoulder. As the man turned around The Ancient One
took his weapon and put his finger to his lips, then pointed in
the direction of his companion. The man nodded, not even seeming
startled at The Ancient One's appearance. His companion was
retrieved with as little difficulty and they proceeded to the
center of the factory.
The Ancient One's companion appeared from the opposite direction
his captives in tow. One seemed to be limping a little. The
Ancient One's companion, sensing his unasked question, shrugged.
They could hear the conversation of the two men standing a little
way from the vehicles. "You're sure this is IT?" one of
the men was saying, "this is the Omega File?"
"I've read it thoroughly!" the other man answered.
"This is it. It's incredible! You won't believe what's in
this thing! Being aware of the contents will give your government
a great deal of sway over the Americans!"
The sound of their approaching footsteps made both men and their
escorts turn. One of them reached in his coat, but the taller of
the two men snapped an order in Hebrew and the man's hand fell
back to his side. The shorter man looked to The Ancient One and
muttered "Jesus Christ! What in the hell is THAT?"
The Ancient One looked at him curiously. "Kindly cause no
trouble, gentlemen," he remarked, "I only want the file.
It is far more important to me than to you. But I think there's
something amiss here." He noticed the taller man was holding
a lap top. "May I?" he asked.
"Certainly, Curader She," the man answered.
The Ancient One put in the disc the man was holding. "Password!""
he muttered.
The man remained silent. "PASSWORD!" The Ancient One
snapped. "You really don't want me to get nasty!"
"Tell him!" the taller man snapped. The other man
grimaced then muttered "Blowhard."
The Ancient One typed than began to read. After a few moments he
slapped the car. "A fake!" he snapped, "Damned
good fake! TOO good for him to have put together. It's obviously
been designed to humiliate your government, should they ever use
it. I know you would desire to deal harshly with the matter, but
I would prefer you not. Just make it known that this thing's
information is of no value. That it is being provided by his
government, that he's a double agent."
The taller man nodded. He drew back and punched the shorter man
in the face, knocking him to the ground. "Personal payment!"
he muittered. "Get out of here!" "My regards Roda
She."
The Ancient One nodded, waved to his companion and they swiftly
departed.
As they flew to other things his companion askekd "I've
never heard you called that before. What does it mean?"
"It's Hebrew," The Ancient One asked, "Roughly
translated it means The Angel Of Destruction. It's very ANCIENT
Hebrew."
"Unnderstandable," his companion answered "VERY
understandable!"
The Ancient One nodded and they continued on.
THE END