The Black Templar: The Project, #18
By Alex Lukeman
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The Project is in transition, their future in doubt. Selena Connor is no longer part of the active field unit, and she misses the action and excitement. When she's approached to translate a thirteenth century Templar document written in code, she jumps at the chance. The document reveals a clue to the location of the legendary Templar treasure, lost for seven hundred years.
Nick and Selena follow the clue to Portugal, thinking they'll get a little vacation time while they search for something to tell them what happened to the treasure. But the vacation turns into a nightmare and launches the Project team on a deadly race against time. There's something hidden with the gold. If the Project can't prevent it from falling into the hands of the Black Templars, a terrible darkness will descend upon the world.
Can they succeed against the odds?
Alex Lukeman
Alex Lukeman writes action/adventure thrillers featuring a covert intelligence unit called the PROJECT and is the author of the award-winning Amazon best seller, The Tesla Secret. Alex is a former Marine and psychotherapist and uses his experience of the military and human nature to inform his work. He likes riding old, fast motorcycles and playing guitar, usually not at the same time. You can email him at [email protected]. He loves hearing from readers and promises he will get back to you.
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The Black Templar - Alex Lukeman
CHAPTER 1
Rain pounded in torrents against the ancient battlements of a castle overlooking the gray-green waters of the Irish Sea. Inside the keep, a silver-haired man stood contemplating the dreary day outside.
Geoffrey Payne was dressed in a gray suit of fine English wool from one of Savile Row's prestigious shops. His face resembled the cracked and weathered cliff where the castle stood. His eyes were a watery blue, the irises surrounded by white circles, the lids inflamed.
They were the eyes of a man approaching the end of life.
A sudden gust of wind rattled the glass of the library windows with sheets of rain.
Payne turned away and crossed the room to a seventeenth century sideboard of dark wood, where a crystal decanter of single malt whisky and four glasses waited on a silver tray. He lifted the decanter and poured some of the amber liquid into a glass. On the other side of the room, a fire crackled and burned in a wide, stone fireplace. Payne sipped, walked to a leather armchair by the fire, and sat down.
The library was long and narrow, with a high, groined ceiling. Antique rugs were scattered over the stone floor. The walls were paneled in dark walnut wainscoting stripped from one of the great houses in the south of England. It was an elegant room, a room reflecting taste and wealth.
One wall of the library was filled with shelves of books, many hundreds of years old. The top shelves were reached by way of a ladder that rolled across the front of the bookcase. Opposite the windows, the heavy oak door into the library was flanked with suits of armor, dull with age. A sixteenth century tapestry hung over the door. It depicted a group of medieval knights wearing the Templar cross, gathered on the slopes of Jerusalem.
The fourth wall contained the fireplace and a display of medieval weapons. Except for the books, it was a room that would have felt familiar to a noble from the time of the Crusades.
If anyone were to ask over a pint of Guinness in the local pub about the man who lived in the castle, they would hear that he was a wealthy widower who kept to himself, that he came from an ancient family, and that he'd made his money selling frozen pies. Over a second pint, they might learn he wasn't seen much in the village, and that his pies were mediocre.
If they'd been able to peer inside Geoffrey Payne's mind, the villagers would have been shocked. Behind the façade of a reclusive country squire was a man obsessed with finding the lost treasure of the Knights Templar.
The treasure had vanished in 1307. It had never been seen again.
On October 13th in 1307, a Friday, King Philip IV of France arrested the leaders of the Knights Templar and many of the order's members. They were accused of worshiping a satanic statue, holding sexual orgies, and making obscene sacrifices. Many were executed, the leaders burned at the stake. The Order of the Poor Knights of the Temple of Solomon was crushed, their lands and castles seized.
Historians thought the accusations had been dreamed up by Phillip as an excuse to seize the Templar wealth and lands, but the historians were wrong. A secret group within the order was guilty of all the charges. Seven hundred years later, the group still existed.
Geoffrey Payne was the current Grand Master.
One of the men who had escaped the stake was Payne's ancestor, a cruel and secretive man. He'd left behind a document written in code after his death, said to hold the key to finding the Templar gold. It had been handed down through the male side of the family for generations, until it had come to Payne, the last of his line. He was determined to learn its secrets.
He didn't care about the gold of the Templars. There was something more important than gold concealed with the treasure. To find it, he needed to read the document his ancestor had left behind.
Like all wealthy men, Payne had others do the things he didn't want to do or couldn't do himself. He paid them well for their services and demanded absolute loyalty in return. A few had been initiated into the Order. One of them was a professor of medieval literature at Cambridge University. Payne had given him the task of finding someone who could break the code and translate the document. Dubois had called the night before, saying he'd found someone he thought could do it.
Payne finished his drink and listened to the staccato sound of the rain against the window, beating incessant counterpoint to the crackling flames of the fire, and thought about how time was running out.
Payne was dying. He'd be dead within the year, unless he found out where the templar wealth had been hidden. Then everything would change. The destiny of his ancestors would be fulfilled.
And he would live forever.
CHAPTER 2
Nick Carter looked out at the lights of a barge passing on the Potomac River, six stories below the windows of his loft. He was holding a steaming cup of coffee and thinking about how much had changed in the last few months. One of the changes was being a new father.
The twins were sleeping, creating a rare interlude of quiet. Selena was in the study, where she'd dozed off reading an academic journal. The babies were only four months old and neither of them was getting much sleep. The cat lay in his usual spot on the couch, paws in the air, snoring.
Everything in Nick's world was as it was supposed to be. The only problem was that he was bored out of his skull.
The last mission in Argentina had caused a major diplomatic incident, and the new president had taken a lot of heat. It was the excuse he'd been looking for to shut down the Project. The team had dissolved. Everyone had gone their separate ways.
Lamont was down in the Florida Keys, fishing. Ronnie had gone home to the Navajo reservation to study traditional healing with his uncle, one of the last men alive who knew the old ceremonies. Harker was writing a book. Stephanie was helping her.
Everyone had something to do except him. Without the Project, Nick didn't know what to do with himself. For the first time in more than twenty years, he wasn't gearing up to go on a mission somewhere.
Only a few months before he'd been thinking it was time to quit. Then the choice had been made for him, and it hadn't turned out as he'd expected. He told himself it was better for him, for Selena, for his children.
It didn't make any difference.
Selena's cell played a tune signaling an incoming call in the other room. He looked down at the coffee in his cup and decided to throw a shot of Jameson in it. Irish coffee the right way, without the Bailey's and whipped cream.
Selena came into the room, stifling a yawn. For the thousandth time he thought how lucky he was to have ended up with her. She was more beautiful than ever. Her face had gotten thinner, making her high cheekbones stand out. Her intense violet eyes had new depth, as if some ancient knowledge had been transferred to her with the birth of the twins.
She brushed a wisp of hair away from her face and rubbed her eyes.
I was having this lovely dream, then the phone woke me up.
Who called?
he asked.
You don't know him. His name is Alan Dubois. He's an acquaintance I met years ago, after a presentation I gave in England at Cambridge. He's a professor of medieval literature there. He's in town to give a guest lecture at Georgetown and has a document he wants me to look at.
What kind of document?
A page from a journal in medieval French. He knows the language but it's written in an obscure dialect. He wants me to take a look and see if I can translate it. I thought he could bring the document here tomorrow. That way I don't have to leave the twins.
Sounds like it's right up your alley.
There was something in the tone of his voice that made her look at him.
You're bored, aren't you?
You could say that.
Nick walked over to the kitchen counter and set his coffee down next to a monitor for the nursery. He opened a cabinet, took out the bottle of Jameson, and poured a shot into the coffee.
I can look after the twins, if you want to meet this guy in town.
I want to spend as much time as possible with them for now. I've been thinking about hiring a nanny, but it's still a little soon. Maybe in a month or so.
It would be nice to have some free time. We haven't gone out on the town since they showed up.
It's strange, isn't it?
What is?
Not having the Project at the center of our lives. I know it's not easy for you. I've got Jason and Katrina to keep me busy.
So do I.
Yes, but it's different for you.
She paused.
I've been thinking. Maybe we should set up a security consulting business. Something that would utilize your experience.
I'm good in the field. I'm not sure I'd be a good consultant.
You'd be a wonderful consultant. You have years of practical experience. You succeeded where most people would have failed.
Nick smiled. You mean I survived when others would've died.
You could see it that way, but that's not what I meant. I'm serious. There are plenty of people who need expertise like yours. There's a big market for it.
Expertise like ours, you mean. You survived a lot of the same situations I did.
Well...
Nick looked at her and smiled.
Who do you think you're fooling? I see what's happening. You miss it, don't you? The action. The rush. You're an adrenaline junkie, just like me.
Did you just figure that out? Don't get me wrong. I'm not suggesting we go out there and get shot at again.
It sounds like you are. To be any good at the kind of consulting you're talking about, we'd have to go where the action is. You can't plan security without observing the environment.
We can assess and observe without getting shot at. Most of the time it would probably be just you that goes. If both of us have to go, we could find someone to take care of the twins.
You make it sound simple.
Elizabeth knows a lot of people. We could get her involved. Stephanie, too. We could form a think tank, a brain trust to advise people with sticky security problems. It would be fun.
Next thing you'll want to bring Ronnie and Lamont back in.
Why not? That might not be a bad idea, but I wasn't thinking of re-creating the Project. You have to admit, between us we cover a lot of bases. Money's not an issue. I can fund whatever we need until it begins paying for itself. What do you think?
It's an idea.
The monitor emitted a wail.
Sounds like Jason,
Selena said. I'll do it.
I still can't figure out how you can tell them apart from a single cry.
Selena laughed. A second cry joined the first.
The chorus is awake,
Nick said.
Seriously,
she said. Think about what I said. It could be fun.
Nick sipped his coffee and watched her walk into the other room.
It's not a bad idea, he thought. It beats sitting around here all day. Maybe it could work.
CHAPTER 3
The next morning Nick opened the door to see a tall, thin man clutching a large brown leather briefcase. Nick guessed his age at somewhere around fifty. Alan Dubois wore a tailored brown suit and a maroon silk tie. He had dark, shifty eyes, made large by thick glasses. Wispy brown hair tinged with gray retreated from a high forehead, rising in tiny peaks on either side. His nose was sharp and pointed. His feet were too small for his body, encased in shiny black oxfords.
He reminded Nick of an annoying bird.
You must be Professor Dubois. Come in, Selena is expecting you. I'm Nick.
Thank you.
British, Nick thought.
Dubois looked about the space.
This is very nice.
The days when the loft had been a factory making machine parts were long gone. The oak floors had been stripped and sanded, then coated with a finish that brought out the warm tones of the wood. A row of windows facing the Potomac stretched along one wall. The architect who'd remodeled the space had taken advantage of natural light coming through the windows and skylights. The result was a beautiful place to live, light and airy.
Selena came out of the nursery, carrying a bag of dirty diapers.
Hello, professor. Excuse me while I get rid of this.
She deposited the diapers in a container, washed her hands at the kitchen sink, and dried them off with a towel.
I didn't know you had children,
Dubois said.
They're a new addition. Let's sit down.
Should I go watch the monsters?
Nick asked.
They're fine for the moment. The monitors are on. We'll know if we need to go in.
She gestured at the dining table. Until recently, it hadn't been used much. Before the twins, they'd usually eaten at the kitchen counter. Now they ate at the table, and with the twins propped up between them.
Dubois said, I'm sure you'll find this document most engaging, Doctor Connor. I don't have the original, but it's a very good copy.
I was hoping for the source document. I get a different sense of the translation when I have the original to look at.
I understand,
Dubois said. There's something about the feel of the original that you can't get from a copy. It's almost as if one can sense the intention of whoever created it.
He opened the briefcase, took out the copy, and placed it on the table in front of Selena.
How interesting,
she said.
The last time Nick had seen that look on her face, they'd ended up chasing the Ark of the Covenant.
Usually I don't have trouble translating French from this era, but I confess this has me baffled,
Dubois said. I remembered attending a lecture you gave at Cambridge on medieval French slang and idioms. I thought you might have some insight into it. The only part I can read is the line in Latin at the beginning.
Non nobis, Domine, non nobis, sed Nomini tuo da gloriam.
Selena translated.
'Not unto us, Lord, not unto us, but unto your Name give glory.' Isn't that the motto of the Knights Templar?
Dubois nodded. When I saw that, I became quite excited. The Templars are a field of study for me. I've given quite a few lectures over the years on the Poor Knights.
Where did this come from?
Nick asked.
It's been in the owner's family for hundreds of years. I have a reputation as an expert when it comes to the Templars. I was contacted by the owner, who wishes to remain anonymous. He stipulated that if a translation was obtained, a gift of $100,000 would be credited to the University.
He must think this document is pretty important if he's willing to put up that kind of money.
Dubois nodded. I think that's a safe assumption.
Selena picked up the copy and studied it for a moment, then put it back on the table.
I see the problem,
she said. Not only is this written in dialect, but it's also in code. I can read individual words but they don't make sense. All I can say for certain is that the words and structure are typical of usage from the thirteenth century, possibly a bit later. Whoever wrote this was well-educated for the time.
That would be consistent with the motto at the beginning. The Templar Knights were educated men. It was probably written by one of them.
I can't translate this, but I know someone who might be able to do it. Until recently, we worked together.
Are you thinking of Stephanie?
Nick asked.
Yes, and Freddie. She still has access to him.
Freddie?
Dubois said. Freddie who? Do I know him?
I don't think so,
Selena said. Not many people do.
How soon can you talk to this person?
Today.
I can leave this here,
Dubois said. I have another copy in my briefcase.
Perfect.
Dubois looked at his watch and stood.
I can't tell you how much I appreciate this. You'll call me as soon as you know something?
Of course.
He took a card from his pocket and wrote a number on the back.
Here's my card. That's my cell on the back. I'll be here in Washington for another week. Call anytime.
Nick waited until Dubois had closed the door behind him.
I don't like him. Maybe it's those beady eyes, but something feels off about him.
He's an academic,
Selena said. A lot of people in his field are a little odd. Social graces aren't his strong point.
I suppose you're right.
"I'll call Stephanie. It will be nice to see her and Elizabeth again. I miss the daily