Dillon Hunt And The Desert Oasis Resort, Chad Stewart [hot novels to read .TXT] 📗
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He went back into the case and started rummaging around to see if there was anything else unusual in any of his other clothes. Nothing. He held the watch up before him and opened it. A small slip of paper dropped out. He picked it up and unfolded it. It was a letter from Derek!
Dillon,
The Orion group would like to thank you for your diligent effort in helping us with this case. Because of you many people were spared and you helped avert a possible catastrophe as we have learned that Troy and the others behind The Oasis Resort were planning on weaponizing the Necrotoxin and selling it to those who have no conscience about using it to harm others.
More than that, I would like to thank you for your help personally. You excelled beyond all of my expectations with your skill and resourcefulness. I am sorry that your brother and sister got involved. As it turned out, Jordan ended up being one of the biggest assets in helping us win. It’s too bad we had to wipe his memory of those heroic events. It’s for his own good.
I know that you have many more questions that weren’t answered. You need to be patient. Those answers will come in time. Until then, take care of yourself Dillon Hunt.
Your friend always,
Derek Vico
Dillon pondered the letter for a long time. It seemed to suggest to him that he hadn’t seen the last of Derek and this Orion Group. He tucked the letter away in a safe place and carried on with getting his stuff packed.
As he continued to pack he didn’t notice his sister, Claire, staring at him through his partially closed door. She watched as he placed the letter and watch in a side pocket of the suitcase. If Dillon wasn’t so occupied with the thoughts that were whirling through his mind as he considered the contents of the letter he might have noticed Claire’s glowing yellow eyes as she peered at him through the cracked door.
As Dillon came back into the lobby after putting the last of the bags in the van he saw Tom Tom standing behind the front desk with Janeen. Dad seemed to be conversing with him easily. Dillon ran over to the old man. He hadn’t seen him since that fateful night when they just barely made it out of the lab alive.
“Tom Tom!” he yelled as he hurried over. When he approached the desk he composed himself, trying hard not to seem too excited to see his new friend.
“Hi Dillon,” Tom Tom said to the young boy.
“Hey. How are you feeling?”
“Feeling?” Tom Tom replied, raising an eyebrow.
“I mean …” he began, “… the last I heard of you is that you weren’t feeling well. But of course that was a week ago.” Good cover! he thought to himself.
“Oh yes. I’m quite well. As a matter of fact, I was just telling your Dad that I have been named the next Executive Officer of the resort.”
“What! That’s awesome!” Dillon responded, not able to contain his enthusiasm.
“What’s more is that Tom Tom here has just informed me that our family has been drawn in some sort of guest lottery which means that we have won all-expenses paid vacations here every year for the next five years!” Dad exclaimed.
Dillon was speechless!
“That’s right Dillon,” said Tom Tom, “it’s the least we could do to show our appreciation to one of our guest families; especially one as deserving as yours.” He winked at Dillon, a sign the young boy didn’t miss.
“You’re too kind,” Dad said appreciatively. “Thank you.”
“No. It’s the least we could do.” He turned back to Dillon. “I guess we’ll see you again then Dillon.”
Dillon smiled widely. It sounded to him like things at the resort were going to be alright after all.
As his family rolled through the gate and onto the highway that led through the desert, Dillon looked back. He really didn’t know what had just happened to him over the last two weeks; it all seemed surreal. What he did know, however, is that things would never be the same for him again.
Jake opened the large doors which led to the study.
The size of the doors were an indication to the grandness of the library which lay beyond. There were large vaulted rows of shelves stretching the entire length of the massive room. At the very end of the room was an enormous window through which multitudes of radiant rays from the sun rained down illuminating the inside of the chamber with its warmth.
Down the middle of the room were large tables, most of which had an assortment of books, maps, and other rolled parchment strewn about them in no discernible pattern. The place resembled an archaic library that housed ancient books of ages gone by. There were, however, on one of the tables an array of computer equipment that added a modern touch to the ambiance of the aged place.
Standing to the side of one of the computers was a man who appeared to be deep in thought as he looked down at a large opened book. The man had short cropped white hair, a medium-lengthed white beard, and was wearing a set of large round glasses that were sitting on the end of his nose which allowed his eyes to glance overtop them as he read the information from the book he had open before him. He had on a sweater overtop a collared shirt, and his pants appeared to be beige Kakis. Sitting on the table just above the book was a small stone statue.
As Jake approached, he saw the man glance up from his work, apparently alerted by his presence. “Hello Stephen,” greeted Jake.
Stephen didn’t appear overly happy to see the agent of Orion. “What are you doing here?” he asked as he slammed the book shut, his voice full of accusation. When he spoke he articulated his words in such a way that one could tell that he was well educated and probably came from a well-refined upperclass society.
“Come now, aren’t you glad to see me?” came Jake’s reply, trying to sound as though he was wounded by the cold greeting.
Stephen seemed to soften up a bit. “Sorry,” he replied. “It’s just that I’m in the middle of something and the answers aren’t coming as fluidly as they used to. It’s actually quite maddening!”
Jake didn’t say a word, but appeared as if he was interested. This was his way of coaxing others to speak. He often didn’t have to ask what their issues were, he would just wait and portray having a sympathetic ear which would cause them to just open up to him.
“I have this relic here,” Stephen started to say, “well … it’s actually a copy of a relic,” he picked it up off the table.
It was a small statue about eight inches high and appeared to be in the shape of a woman holding a small gem out in front of her with both hands. Stephen held it up in order for Jake to get a better look at it.
“You see this here,” he said, pointing at the gem. Jake nodded. “We are unsure if she is offering this to someone or if she is using it in some way.”
Jake looked confused. “Does it matter?”
“Does it matter!? Of course it matters! We think that this is one of the rouge stones from myth, but we aren’t sure … I’m not sure,” his voice trailed off, showing his frustration with his lack of knowledge.
Jake stayed silent, giving him a moment to compose himself.
“According to legend, the rouge stones are in the custody of guardians of some sort, but—so the tales say—one of them is missing and there are rumours that it was given to someone so they could hide it.” He put the statue down. “In truth, we don’t know if any of this is accurate or not, and the literature I have doesn’t provide any clues. If the guardians do exist then they have done a fantastic job keeping their whereabouts and society a secret.”
“We have reason to believe they exist,” Jake said unwaveringly. “What we don’t know are the specifics Dr. Specifics which you need to get for us.”
“What reasons do you have?” asked Stephen.
“That is classified,” said Jake with a smile.
“Great! That’s not helpful.”
Jake leaned on the table. “What about your …
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