CHAPTER FIVE HUNDRED and FORTY-TWO
Monday early morning — 4:17 a.m.
“This was just a bit ago,” Pierre said in French. He pointed to the time in the corner of the video. “Can we see what’s going on now?”
Pierre and Nelson looked at Mari. She gave them an impassive look.
“If you can do this then you can do …?” Pierre reasoned.
“It’s not a question of whether I can do it,” Mari replied in French.
“Then what is it?” Nelson asked.
“I have a feeling that …” Mari looked from Pierre to Nelson. “This will not end well.”
“You mean if we watch, we may see the death of these Templars?” Nelson asked.
“The death of your family,” Mari said in a soft, kind voice. She nodded. “That feels like it will come to pass.”
“Because you have seen it?” Nelson asked.
“That is not a fairy skill,” Mari said.
“Because you’ve walked time?” Nelson asked.
“That is also not a fairy skill,” Mari said, irritably.
“Then why?” Nelson asked.
“If you live by the sword, you will die by the sword,” Pierre said.
“I believe the same thing,” Pierre said.
Mari watched him for a moment.
“That’s awfully hard for …” Mari said.
“They killed my wife,” Pierre said. “Nearly killed me and my son. They’ve been chasing us all of our lives, I …”
Mari jumped up and walked to the screen.
“You will let me know when you’ve had enough,” Mari said. “You may have prepared for this Pierre, but Nelson …”
“I was an ER doctor,” Nelson said. “I have seen every form of violence one human can do upon another.”
Mari gave a slight shrug. She snapped her fingers and the screen changed.
“When you’ve had enough, just say so,” Mari said.
The door to the hotel was closing. Everyone had gone inside. The Templars stood at the barrier. Pierre and Nelson stared at television. Slowly, they backed up until they were sitting on the couch. Mari sat down between them.
The scene began to unfold.
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow…
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