watched him give a final wave, as his Guard drove
away.
10 The rest of the day Bullet sat in the common room by the phone. The
reports from Western were that the meeting had gone well and that The
Young Speaker was air borne, heading home. In another part of the city,
a wrinkled old man, wearing only an old style loin cloth sat with his
legs crossed on a large cushion in the midst of a lavishly decorated
room. About him lay many handsome young men and beautiful young women.
Most of the young men wore only shorts. Some of the women wore only
underpants, or very thin, revealing
robes.
11 The double doors at the far end of the room opened. A man came in,
walked half-way across the room, fell to his knees and continued on
until he bowed down and kissed the edge of the cushion. "Priest Of
Priests," he whispered, "Voice Of Our God, all is ready. He is on his
way. It is but for you to give the word. Your Messenger awaits his mission."
12 The Priest Of Priests slid off the cushion. "Tell him, then, to
depart" he ordered. "Soon this young Voice Of The Children Of Spirit
will be silenced, and with his Power broken, those gains we have lost
will be regained. His followers cannot hold together without his
guidance. The glory of The One True God will return. Arise, be gone.
Send forth my Messenger."
13 The Priest Of Priests walked over to a young couple chatting. "You
two," he ordered, "come with me. I want to celebrate our glorious
victory that is coming." He pulled apart some curtains into his private
chamber. "You will first please each other," he insisted, "then each of
you will please me."
14 He shut the curtains behind them. At Northern's airport, a small,
private jet taxied onto the runway and took off, heading west. A few
minutes from the city, it met another plane coming east. The Pilot of
the other plane tried to veer away, but the other jet veered into