Area 51: The Sphinx-4

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Authors: Robert Doherty

Tags: #Area 51 (Nev.), #High Tech, #Action & Adventure, #Political, #General, #Science Fiction, #Ark of the Covenant, #Fiction, #Espionage

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Area 51: The Sphinx-4
Series:
Area 51-4 [1]
Published:
2000
Rating:
★★★
Tags:
Area 51 (Nev.), High Tech, Action & Adventure, Political, General, Science Fiction, Ark of the Covenant, Fiction, Espionage

SUMMARY:
Are there aliens among us?Have the highest echelons of power already been breached?The U.S. government knows--but they're not telling....For thousands of years it has harbored mankind's greatest secret. Now someone or something has found the key to...The Sphinx.No place is safe from alien infiltration. Not even top secret Area 51. Scientist Lisa Duncan and Special Forces officer Mike Turcotte know that better than anyone. Secrets have been revealed. Codes have been broken. A countdown has begun. Using alien technology, a group has gained control of a Star Wars satellite that could engulf the planet in a nuclear fire. With no room for error, Turcotte and Duncan must race to solve an ancient riddle and prevent a global catastrophe.Joined by a secret band of renegades, Mike and Lisa must travel to Egypt in a frantic search for answers. There they make a startling discovery: the key to the mysterious Ark of the Covenant, a true record of mankind's origins. But the artifact is hidden deep within the inner sanctum of the Great Sphinx of Giza. And Lisa and Mike are not alone in their quest. An anthropologist is one step ahead of them, and aliens close behind, as hunters and hunted race to uncover the secret of the Sphinx. Even if it means Armageddon...

ROBERT DOHERTY

AREA 51

THE SPHINX

DEATH THREAT

"We're listening," Duncan said.

The voice that echoed out in response was low-pitched, somewhere between male and female. "We have been patient, but time is running out. We want the key."

"The key to the lower level Qian-Ling?" Duncan asked.

"Don't play games with me," Lexina said. "I have shown you just a small sample of what I can do by destroying the place you held my comrades' bodies and your last manned space vehicle. I now control the talon and I will do much worse if you do not turn the key over to us."

"You killed a lot of people," Duncan said.

"And I will kill many, many more if you do not get me the key."

"Did you destroy the Columbia as it approaches the talon?" Duncan asked.

"No. That was the talon's automatic defense system reacting to anything that came close. But I control it now. I control your satellite through the talon. I warned you," Lexina said. "You ignored the warning. Do not ignore this one. Give us the key."

"Why should —" Duncan began but she was interrupted.

"Give us the key or we will destroy your country completely."

THE PAST

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PROLOGUE
THE GIZA PLATEAU

May 27, 1855

The face of the Sphinx gazed enigmatically over the sand, the weathered and battered stone bathed in the rays the rising moon. The two men approaching the statue halted, dwarfed by the large stone sculpture towering over them, their feet sinking into the desert. Beyond the shoulders of the Sphinx, the missive bulk of the three Giza pyramids filled the western horizon.

“Abul-Hol,” one of the men said in Arabic, the words coming from inside the deep folds of the hood he had pulled over his head. “The Father of Terror,”

he repeated in English.

The head of the statue was twenty feet wide and almost the same in height. The neck and shoulders disappeared into sand that swept like an ocean around it.

“Impressive.” The other man spoke Arabic also, but with an accent that indicated it was not his native tongue.

“The body is even more impressive,” the Arab said. “It has been buried for many, many years.”

“How do you know there is a body, then?”

The Arab shrugged. “Either you trust my knowledge or you are wasting your time, Englishman.” He pointed at the scarred face above them. “The nose was destroyed by cannon fire. Foolish infidels.”

“I heard it was Napoleon himself who directed that shot when he was here with his army.”

The Arab spit into the sand. “Your ears have heard a lie. It was the Turks over a hundred years before Napo-

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leon who did that damage. There are many false stories concerning the Sphinx and the pyramids."

"And you know the truth?"

"I know some truths, Mr. Burton."

Richard Francis Burton pulled his hood back as he peered up at the ancient monument. The Englishman's face was a terrible sight in the dimness, as scarred as that of the Sphinx. There was a jagged red wound on each side of his upper jaw where a spear had been thrust through less than three months before and the healing had not yet finished. Scraggly, rough beard surrounded the incomplete scar, the dark and swarthy face almost matching that of his Arab counterpart.

The Englishman's voice was low and harsh, the inside of his mouth having also suffered from the wound. As he spoke, small amounts of pus and blood oozed out of the holes on either side of his face, unnoticed by him in his excitement.

"My dear Kaji, I am the only European to have been in the holy cities of Mecca and Medina. I have read documents there written in the ancient tongues and seen by no other westerner. I have stood in the shadow of the Himalayas, traveled across the deserts of Arabia, traversed to the Upper Nile and beyond the first cataracts.

"There is much more I want to see before I die -- the true source of the Nile, the mines and treasures of King Solomon, the church that is rumored to hold the Ark of the Covenant, the Mountains of the Moon that are hidden in the mists."

"Some of those things and places are myths," Kaji said. He pulled his own hood back, revealing the lined face of an old man, and a bald, wrinkled scalp.

He had a large, hook nose, and his eyes-were black stones in deep-set sockets.

"No, I don't think so," Barton replied. "I have heard of mysteries on the plateau beyond what we see here.

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Hidden marvels. The whispers and ancient writings tell of a chamber under the Sphinx. A chamber of knowledge. Of truth. It is said to be the Hall of Records from the ancient and lost land of Atlantis. My quest has led me to you as one who knows the ways of the Plateau. I will not rest until I see this chamber."

Kaji's dark eyes regarded the foreigner. "Go back to England. What you seek is perilous. Sometimes it is better not to know the truth. The truth is a very, very dangerous thing."

Burton laughed. "You cannot deter me with the stories of curses that you Egyptians love to scare foreigners with. I have been many dangerous places and I have stared death in the face. I will not blink now.

"I am on the tarigat," Burton continued. The word he spoke in Arabic translated as the spiritual path leading to the truth, which normally meant the truth of God, but Burton wasn't certain where his tarigat was going. He reached into his shirt and pulled out a circular medallion that hung on a chain around his neck. On the surface of the metal, an eye was emblazoned over the apex of a pyramid.

Kaji’s gnarled fingers ran across the surface of the medallion. “Where did you get this?”

“In Medina. From a man named Abdu Al-Iblis.”

Kaji stiffened. “You are one of his disciples?”

Burton shook his head. “No. I spoke with him one time. A most strange person. He gave me this.”

“Did you get anything else from him? A key?”

“What kind of key?”

“If you had it, you would know.” Kaji remained still for several minutes, Burton waiting on him. Finally the Arab’s shoulders slumped ever so slightly. “I see it is to be our fate. I will take you inside. What you seek is below us.”

“The Hall of Records?”

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"Yes."

Burton looked around. "Through the sand?"

"There are other ways to go where you seek," Kaji said. He pointed at the Great Pyramid. "We must go there." He began walking around the Sphinx's head.

It appeared to Burton that the middle pyramid was the highest, but he knew that was a trick of the lay of the Plateau of Giza. The one farthest to the northeast, where they were headed, was the tallest and most massive.

Burton hurried to keep up. Like Kaji, he wore the long robes of the people of the desert. Richard Francis Burton was a strange man, and it was no accident that he had ended up here in Egypt, searching out mysteries told of in legends and written of on decaying parchments. Born in England in 1821, he'd briefly attended Oxford, where he had been the only student at the time to study Arabic. Disgusted with the closed minds at the school, he left after two years and joined the military. In 1842 he was posted to India, where he promptly began studying Hindustani, then Persian. Because at his linguistic talents and his desire for adventure, he became a spy for the British army, scouting along the borders of the English Empire in that part of the world. During one of those missions he became seriously ill with cholera.

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Given two years of sick leave, he used that time to become a Master Sufi, one who studied and searched for a universal truth in connection with God.

He was the only non-Muslim to travel to both Mecca and Medina, disguising himself as one of the faithful, his dark skin and language abilities allowing him to pose as a Persian trader. He had seen the Ka'ab, the heart of Islam, which none outside the faith were to see and be allowed to live.

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