The Heretic: Templar Chronicles Book 1 (13 page)

The events of the last twenty-four hours had worn Olsen out, and he intended to get some rest while he had the chance. Rack time was a sparse commodity in Cade’s unit, and who knew when they would be called out again? He placed his computer equipment on the nearby desk and hung his gun off the edge of the headboard, where it would be within easy reach.

As a final preparation before sleeping, Olsen stripped the pillow case from the pillow and took it into the bathroom. There he took the mirror down off the wall, placed it inside the pillow case, and then remounted the mirror facing backward. He smiled at the thought of the rumors that would fly if they left them that way and the locals found all of the mirrors in the rooms used by Echo Team covered up in such a fashion, but he knew it wouldn’t happen. The team was very cautious about protecting their commander’s secrets.

Olsen turned out the lights, stretched out on the bed, and tried to get some sleep.

Unfortunately, sleep was more elusive than he hoped.

He’d reached that stage of being so overtired that his mind refused to shut down. It was still working at the problem of whom or what they were facing, and worrying the issue like a dog with a bone.
Some research might be just what he needed.

He brought his laptop over to the bed and fired it up. As he’d expected, the room itself did not contain any ports with which to plug into the Order’s servers; those were reserved for the library and research areas, the better to monitor what individual Knights were doing online. But that hadn’t hampered his net-based activities in quite some time.
It’s amazing what a little knowledge and a properly configured wireless network card can do.

Five minutes later he was clandestinely disguised as an authorized net spider and roaming through the Order’s personnel records. He started with the name on the grave they’d visited earlier.

It didn’t take him long to find Spencer’s records. He went through the man’s personal history, noting his middle-class background and advanced education. He’d spent time in the armed forces before being recruited to join the Order.

Olsen next turned his attention to the list of duty assignments, looking for anything out of place, anything unusual that might have caused the attackers to single out Spencer’s grave from all the others in the cemetery.

One notation in particular caught his eye.

Olsen stared at it, thinking, then he got up, left his room, and walked down the hallway past several doors until he came to the room to which Riley had been assigned. He knocked softly on the door.

No answer.

He knocked again, louder this time. When still he received no response, he calmly began pounding on the door as hard as he could. He kept it up until he heard the snap of the lock on the other side.

Riley partially opened the door and stared out at Nick.

“Tell me why I shouldn’t kill you where you stand, Olsen,“ the big man said.

Nick ignored him. “You spent time at the Birmingham commandery before joining Echo, didn’t you?”

Riley continued to stare. “This can’t wait until morning?”

“No. Answer the question.”

Sighing, Riley said, “Yeah. Three years. It was hot and humid, and that was the best part of the assignment.”

Nick headed back toward his own room. “Come here and check this out. I think we’ve got a problem.”

Riley disappeared back inside his room, then emerged again a few moments later, fully dressed. He strode down the hall to Nick’s room and peered over his shoulder as he brought up Spencer’s personnel records. The man’s service record and photograph appeared on the screen.

“Recognize him?”

Riley took a good, long look. “No. Should I?”

“Yes.” Olsen frowned. “You both supposedly served in Birmingham at the same time.” Riley had a near-photographic memory for faces and names. According to the records, Spencer had served five years at the Birmingham commandery. During that time the two men would have had to have run into each other at some point. Even if they were assigned to opposite shifts of duty, they would have seen each other while off duty or during worship times. The commandery in Birmingham just wasn’t that big.

Olsen dug a little deeper into the records.

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The landscape of the Beyond was constantly shifting, like a fun house mirror, hauntingly familiar yet intimately strange. Sometimes it was vastly different from where he had entered the rift; other times it was as alike as a photograph and its negative.

Tonight it was the latter.

The commandery in which he emerged was a mirror reflection of the one he had just left, though with one major difference. Here the inevitable passage of entropy was clearly visible; like a canvas painted with depression and pain, everything was hung with a patina of decay. Dark stains covered walls that seeped a foul-smelling sweat, while thick cobwebs and layers of dust hid the ceiling from view. The scent of mold hung heavily in the air. Underneath the mold, other less identifiable but equally unpleasant odors lingered. Great gaping holes littered the floor of the hallway. Through them he could see the floor below and. in one notable case, all the way to the basement deep beneath the house.

He cautiously descended the stairs, expecting them to collapse beneath him at any moment, and was finally able to reach the ground floor without mishap after several slow, agonizing minutes. From there he quickly made his way to the front door and out into the night.

He set off across the lawn, moving toward the graveyard on the far edge of the estate, just as he had earlier in the day. Where in the real world the grass was vibrantly green, here it was limp and lifeless. And like everything else in the Beyond, it was one of a thousand subtle shades of grey. Great burrow-like holes littered the area, displaying tunnels that disappeared into the dank earth below, tunnels that seemed to devour even the scant light cast by the feeble stars above.

Cade didn’t like their looks and made wide, sweeping detours to avoid them.

It was a long walk, longer than he remembered and therefore suspect in the constantly shifting landscape, though at last he came to the cemetery. The waist-high gate of iron that guarded the entrance in the real world had been torn down, but here in the Beyond it still hung on its rusted frame.

Cade moved through the gate onto the cemetery grounds.

In the living world the grave markers were carefully tended; here, many of them were split in two. Their top halves lay discarded and forgotten in the uncut grass, their bottom portions caked with strange growths and odd lichens that obscured the inscriptions. The sickly light of a waning moon cast shadows across the scene, shadows that seemed to weave and dance around him.

A sudden motion out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. Reacting on instinct, Cade spun to his left.

The blade that should have severed his arm at the shoulder merely nicked his skin as he turned. A dark, barely glimpsed figure dashed past him and disappeared behind a nearby mausoleum.

Cade called after the departing figure. “I mean you no harm.” He spoke in Latin, the universal language of the Order. Despite his statement he drew his own sword, so he would be ready to defend himself if and where necessary. There was no telling how the other would react to his intrusion into the Beyond. His reception had been less than welcome by other denizens of the place.

Cade moved closer to Spencer’s grave. Twice more he was attacked. Twice more he managed to twist out of the way of the deadly weapon at the last moment. Still, he did not attempt to attack the other man in turn. He suspected the shade was Spencer, and he needed his cooperation, not his animosity.

He was also beginning to believe that the man’s attacks were nothing more than a test, a challenge to his worthiness. Each time the other man had him dead to rights, yet Cade had managed to elude the killing blow.

With a confidence born of this new consideration, Cade moved toward the figure waiting for him by the grave, a figure with a naked longsword visible in its right hand.

Cade stopped several feet away. He replaced his own sword in its sheath and let his hands fall to his side with his palms open, clearly showing his lack of hostile intent.

The two men studied each other.

Cade waited, enduring the inspection.

The silence stretched.

Finally, the other spoke.

“Why have you come here?”

The man’s voice was soft but carried the hard tones of command quite clearly across the distance that separated them.

“I need your help.”

The figure stared. “The living are not welcome here.”

Cade ignored the implied threat. “The Order is under assault. I need to understand who is behind the attacks and what they are after. I believe you can give me the answers I need.”

The former Knight turned away. “I cannot help you.”

“You must!” Cade demanded. “Our brothers are dying. Our dead are being ripped from their graves, forced to walk the earth. You know who is behind this. You must help us.” His shout echoed across the desolate landscape.

The shade continued to walk away.

“By your Vow, by your pledge to the Lord, I demand that you honor my request.
Let each, as well as he can, bear another’s burdens, so that one may honor another.”

“Do not quote the Rule to me!” the dead Knight answered angrily, spinning around to face Cade again. “You do not know what it is like to wander this place. You don’t know the unrest, the yearning for finality that I have endured since coming here. You do not know the horrors that I have seen! After my faithful service, I am reduced to this? You should bear
my
burdens.”

But Cade would not be deterred. “If my taking your place could save the lives of those in my care, then I would be the first to volunteer. But I don’t have that option. If not for the Order, then do it for your brother soldiers, those who fought and died in the name of the cause as earnestly as you did. They believed. They gave their lives willingly. Don’t let their sacrifices be in vain. Don’t let their rest be shattered in the way that your own has. With your help I can stop this, I know I can.”

For a moment, Cade thought he had failed. The dead Templar raised his weapon, his face contorted in anger. Cade braced himself for the battle to come, but something in his earnest plea must have finally reached the other man for the blow Cade anticipated never came. The former Templar slowly lowered his weapon and nodded in defeat.

“Very well, I will help you. But you will not like what you will hear.”

The man’s soft, quiet statement only heightened Cade’s curiosity.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

“This is interesting,” Olsen said, pointing to a particular line on the screen.

“A training assignment? We all have those. So what?”

“One that lasted two years?”

Riley frowned and looked closer at the screen. “Two years? That doesn’t make any sense.” Both men knew that such assignments rarely, if ever, lasted more than six months. If you couldn’t cut it in your new unit in that time frame, you were transferred elsewhere. “Is there any more information?”

When Olsen tried to access the detailed information, he struck a command prompt that asked for a user ID and password. He plugged in his standard codes, fully expecting to gain access, only to be bumped back out again with an error message that informed him that the information he was trying to reach was classified.

“What the…?” Olsen thought for a moment, then inserted a second set of codes.

The classified warning blinked back at them from the screen for a second time.

“Try mine.” When that, too, failed to work, Riley said, “So much for that.”

But his partner shook his head. “We’re not finished yet.” When the prompt came up a third time, Olsen inserted Cade’s personal codes.

“The commander would have your scalp if he knew you had his codes.” Riley said ominously.

Olsen grinned. “I know. That’s why we aren’t going to tell him, right?”

He received a smile in return. “Mum’s the word.”

But once again, the security system kicked them out.

Olsen was frustrated, but by no means beaten. He had an ace up his sleeve for defeating the system security, but he was holding it in reserve, until he was certain they were on to something. For the moment, Echo Team’s security expert decided to take another route. He called up a list of the commanderies that had suffered assaults in the last several days. Then he accessed the property records for each, creating a list of all of the Order’s members who had been interred at the cemeteries on those sites. He then instructed the computer to hunt through the service records for those individuals, flagging every member who had a long-duration training assignment similar to Spencer’s.

Ten minutes later the computer spit back a list of five names. Each and every one of them had been assigned to Birmingham for the same training assignment. But when Olsen tried to dig deeper into the individual records, he received the same results. Any detailed information regarding those assignments was classified. And Riley, assigned to the same location during the same time period, didn’t recognize any of the names on the list.

His suspicions growing, Riley said, “Can you check that assignment against the service records of the entire Order, using today’s date?”

“Why?”

“I want to see how many other men there are and where they’re located now.”

Olsen considered the request. “That kind of search might set off a few alarms.”

“The system thinks you’re Cade. What do you care?”

“Good enough for me.” Olsen set the process in motion, then sat back to wait for the results.

The two men talked over various theories regarding the attacks in the half hour it took for the computer to complete its task. When it had, they were faced with a list of twenty names.

Every one of them was assigned to the Preceptor’s commandery in Bristol, Rhode Island.

None of them were familiar to either of the Echo Team members.

Olsen tried to use Cade’s pass codes to access the individual records and learn more, but even that gambit failed. He was not to be deterred, however; he had the sense that he had a major piece of the puzzle right in front of him if he only had the wherewithal to follow it to its source, and he fully intended to do just that. It was time to use his ace in the hole. “I’ve been saving this for a real emergency. Something tells me this is one,” he said.