Page 31 of Revelations

She came to a halt in front of a file cabinet almost dead center of the back wall and wrenched it open hard. The handle ripped, and the entire drawer fell out, clanging to the concrete floor. Sometimes she forgot her own strength.

Oh, crap! I bet they heard that.

Her fingers sifted through the neatly organized contents of the drawer with color-coded and elegantly embossed labels.

“Y” in the back!

It contained a mini-locker of heavy steel, but it was not locked. Flicking open the latch, she discovered a black velvet bag. A white energy pulsed through the fabric, warming her palm. Not even looking into the bag, she pocketed it.

Mission accomplished!

Greylyn pivoted quickly, intending to leave, but another unrelenting pull overcame her, stronger than the nut. It washed over her, penetrating into her blood stream. It was a psychic connection she could not ignore.

“Each truth you learn will be for you, as new as if it had never been written.”

Damn! Voices in her head again?

Jasper grabbed her arm, jerking his chin toward the door. His eyes rounded with panic when she shook her head.

“We’re going to get caught,” he seethed between clenched teeth.

But she could not leave, not yet. This was important, too important to not pursue. It could mean everything to unlocking the prophecy, or it could be just some spiritual energy resonating with her because she was a guardian angel.

Her eyes scoured the vault to find the source of the pull. Her vision had cleared enough to see the room in crystal-clear focus despite no illumination. Metal cabinets stood stoically lined against the walls, extending from floor to ceiling; rows of cabinets, spotless, with not a speck of dust.

Suddenly, a black onyx encased sub-container in the wall glinted. It couldn’t have been more noticeable if a beam of light had been shone on it and then rapidly extinguished.

Bingo!

The humming grew louder.

“A seed does not reveal the Tree it contains.”

What the hell was with the voices in her head?

Jasper stood a couple of inches away, hands on his hips, his forehead crinkled in confusion. He did not appear to hear the voice or feel the energy.

Greylyn climbed up the wall to the onyx cabinet. Thankfully, it was only a few yards up and the handles of the other drawers gave her enough leverage.

When she yanked the handle, it opened effortlessly and soundlessly to reveal something small wrapped in a weathered, ancient-looking cloth. Her hands wrapped around the object. Unlike the nut, this gave off a cold energy. Tucking it inside her jacket, the humming ceased.

She jumped down just in front of Jasper, who was still busy pacing and cursing softly in French. With the mysterious object in her possession, her mind cleared to their present predicament.

Now, how to escape?

“Any ideas how to get out of here?” Her mind telepathically communicated the question to him.

He responded in kind, “Fight our way out or hide.”

Greylyn did not want to harm the guards. They were only doing their job, but they could not afford to be captured. Just because they had not checked the vault, yet, did not mean thatit would be overlooked. They would eventually be found.Hiding was an option, if in the meantime they could find a more clandestine way out of the building.

The file cabinets were packed closely together. Giving Jasper an apologetic look, she motioned toward a large door in the wall about halfway up to the fifteen-foot ceiling. It resembled a morgue drawer but was much wider, perhaps large enough to fit two adults.

Using the handles on the file cabinets to climb up as if scaling a rock mountain, she yanked it open. The space, thankfully, was large enough to hold them both, but they would have to share it with a dusty mummy. Jasper followed her into the cramped space moments before they heard the vault door creak open.

They both held their breath. The drawer they were stuffed into was high enough up that it should go unsearched by the guards, unless they were super-thorough and brought in a ladder to scale the wall. She prayed they were notthatdiligent.

The sounds of the guards shuffling around the room went on for what seemed like an eternity. Would they ever leave?

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