Lion, Tiger, Bear I 47 the alive but terrified children outside, carrying two on their shoulders. Outside at the entrance gate with an American-issue walkie-talkie, she called for the truck. Sam Hill to Poncho Villa, package ready for pickup. Bernie had picked the missions code words. Understood, crackled the receiver in Spanish. An unmarked panel van arrived from a hidden downhill position at the front gate in a damn hurry for a Renault. Few pedestrians were near, fewer noticed. Sunday. The woman kissed the man at the wheel, a known man, a trusted man. Take good care of them, padre. Theyve seen hell. Parents are all dead. Via con Dios Gods mercy will prevail, he replied. Theyll never find them again. My word upon it. He shook a supplied Webley revolver in his lap. Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition! She kissed him again on the mouth, harder. Her voice hard, the Spanish commando hard-slapped the hood. VimonoslT}ie padre gunned it. The two black cats then stood guard at the top of the stairs, hidden. Iberian Lynxes. Guns drawn. Eyes and ears. Shaking with adrenaline and emotion, Bernie scanned the sickening room; had he not seen the cursed tableau with his own eyes he would not have fully believed what certain human beings were truly capable of, millennia after millennia. It was one thing to read a classified occult history book or a report with photographs, but this… He told the two bitches in black to stand up and move back to the wall; they did not go willingly, and viciously cast useless spells and weaponized chants at their captors. The whimpering, feisty bishop was thrusted into his chair. Youll all die for this at His Magnificents command, your souls consumed! yelled Arruda, unrepentant, defiant. Nah-h-h, I dont think so. Bernie calmly went over to the two eighteen-foot black granite statues set upon a white marble altar of unquestionable Renaissance quality and vintage, the skillful carving beyond first rate. All eyes fell to him. Huh. Carved.. .or were they cast in geopolymer by the ancients? Doesnt matter. Let me guess, Baphomet, Ahriman, no, no, a bull with a royal purple and gold crown of the higher knowledge chakra? Must be Moloch, foul god of the Ammonites…and his galloping girlfriend Hekate with her sidekick owl and spiked wheel. Tsk, tsk, dont you shadow people ever tire of the same old gods? What about Inanna? Shes an underrated Anunnaki starlet that loves fertility rites during wartime. Frisky old gal dont ya know. A real dish. The