Excerpt from \"Ark: Return of the Templars\" By Paul Humphreys
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And you, Templar. You disappoint me. I expected more from you. I expected a more worthy opponent. I have played you like a fool all along, as it should be. And as you would expect from a great leader, as it's been since the time when Rabia is and lances stirred the calls of war in my homeland. Ever since your defeat at a teen And when Saladin conquered Jerusalem from you mongrels and the Lionheart betrayed the Muslims you are is inept is the Templars that have gone before. You. ST Clair raised his hand and pointed a finger at the murderer before him. Saladin died at the age of 55 in Damascus. You are not him. You're just a petty thief. He would take his name. Ah, Warrior! Ah, great man. A wise man who led us people who protected his people, not stolen, abused them. He would revile you, Disown you. You're just the son of what I would imagine. Not disappointed parents. There is no lineage link between you and Saladin. There is no greatness in you. Just hatred and greed. You disgust me. You discussed life. The insult from ST Clair about no lineage to the great Arab leader, Saladin would have meant nothing toe a rational person. But to Saleh Eldeen, it was the worst insult in his anger. Stirred started to vent forth enough of these empty words Templar. He spat back the Ark for their lives of thousands of Jews. That's the Trade one. Call Templar. One call, and it will be stopped. But if I don't make the call for any reason, then their blood will be on your hands. He held his cellphone aloft, as if to emphasize the gravity of the situation. Give me the Ark. ST. Clair still had to play for more time. He had to buy time from Nicollin. It was all down to him. Now. ST Clair still didn't know if the death ship carrying Sallah El Dean's anthrax had been secured. Why would an atheist, a killer, a low life like you believe that the Ark ever existed? Surely the Bible is just the book full of stories to you, written long after Moses and long after Jesus. As ST Clair spoke, he studied the terrain, looking for signs of the Arabs killers who would certainly be hidden out there. He saw nothing but he could feel their medicine presence, and he prayed that Clay, John Wolf and Luther were in position close by. You're like all the religious full Stempler Saleh. El Dean's agitation grew in further. You think everything has to revolve around your faith, your beliefs in your book. Just because the ark is powerful, it has to be your god that created it. You believe that your God created everything, made the world in six days. But the great Muslim Egyptians believed that matter had always existed and that the world began when order came to it. Today, the theory of chaos almost mirrors thes beliefs. Mathematical designs repeat with an unstructured events spots something missing in the theory of chaos. Templar, your God, remembers Elmo via the Thracian who was the slave of Pythagoras. He wrote that his master could for tell the future by numbers and ciphers a natural science based on a natural universe. Again, see anyone missing? When Pythagoras founded his scientific order in Crotone, in southern Italy, he believed in the or fake mysteries. His message was simple. All things are numbers and the principle of things are the principle of numbers. The essence of number is the principal of the universe created by geometrical rules. Understand numbers and understand the beginning. Read the secret books of Finish in Wisdom Templar and you will see gospels there that have esoteric teaching. No, not everything has come from your God, including the Ark. Despite it being in your book. It is also in many other books. Keep your God Templar, but I will take the ark. Saleh el Deen believed he was desperately close to the thing he craved more than anything, the thing he lived for. The Ark of the Covenant, that immense, all encompassing source. He wanted to see it, to touch it. He did not for a minute believe that it had never existed. Now he wanted it. His eyes moved toward the white rental van. 7:28 a.m. Greenwich Meantime, As soon as he was in the recovery helicopter, Nikulin made the call to Islington. Seconds later, Dominick's phone vibrated. She pressed the received button and lower the hands. Free volume control. The controllers message was short. The Russian is on his way home. The ship and its cargo or secure proceed. There was a pause, and then the controller added Health Sinclair, our problem is still here. Now it's in your vicinity. Whoever has been tapping into our coms is close to you. Now be careful.