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phone number on the letter. The odd, hollow sounding old man who answered directed him to the local bowling alley café. What an odd a place to meet. But he went, sitting there with a cup of coffee and a fried pork tenderloin sandwich (that he didn’t really want but felt compelled to order in an effort to fit in with the crowd.) By the time he thought he would actually have to begin eating the fried sandwich the contact arrived; a very indiscrete looking middle aged man, in a white polo shirt and blue jeans carrying a bowling bag that looked like it had never been used. He saw Jim and came right over. How does he know it’s me? Jim thought nervously to himself but before he could collect his thoughts the man was sitting directly across from him smiling while extending a hand.
    “Good to see you, glad you made it.”
    “Sure, kind of a unique place for a meeting of such a serious nature,” Jim says.
    ”It’s better here,” he says.
    Jim nods, not really understanding what he means, surely he isn’t talking about the sandwiches.

CHAPTER 9

 
 
    “He looks a little nervous, maybe unsure of himself but I don’t know if it’s this so much or maybe he’s worried about his wife finding out about the pretty young lady he’s been with lately,” he says into the phone while sitting at his desk.
    “He must be solid. You told us he was dependable,” the voice on the other end of the phone replies.
    “He’ll do fine. He’s just got to get used to the idea of doing secret DNA testing. I’m sure when he picks up the first payment he’ll settle right into the operation.”
    “You’ll call again, after the next appointment?”
    “Yes.”
    “Okay, goodbye.”
    “Goodbye Haggai,” he slowly hangs up the phone on his desk. His eyes scan his office as he listens to the sound of passing footsteps in the hallway. In the darkness he sits looking over the list of members. Their Elite names next to the monetary reward scheduled for each. He smiles to himself thinking of all the money the church will gladly lay at the feet of him and his friends once they realize that the Elite has The Child. Surely, they will stop at nothing to have access to The Child.
    What genuine power we will wield, he smiles, how long it has been building to this point. Oh the work, time, and energy invested and now the crucial turning point, that poor fool Dunbar down the hall, little does he know what a great role he is playing. I almost wish I could tell him but no, it is better he remain in darkness. He is not an Elite , not from the pedigree. (He fondly remembers when his father reveled to him the Elite bloodline and whence it all originated.)

CHAPTER 10

 
 
    “We’ve lost her.”
    “What the hell do you mean lost her?” Haggai says wrinkling up his thick white eyebrows.
    “The woman we had had impregnated with the DNA from the first sample, she’s fallen out of touch I guess you’d say,” Logos says while he and Cosward stand in the middle of Haggai’s dimly lit office.
    “Explain to me just how the hell we lose touch with the sample woman? The one who could conceivably be carrying The Child and we just lose touch with her?” he says clutching his fists.
    “We had her squirreled away in an apartment downtown where we could watch her. She’s still early in the pregnancy only two months,” Cosward says.
    “We’re still paying her right?” Haggai asks.
    “Oh yes, rent, food, all that paid for. I guess maybe she got restless or something. You know we didn’t let her move around on her own much, maybe we should have let her go shopping or something,” Logos says.
    “Oh sure and then who knows what could happen. You realize how much money and trouble we have invested in her and we’re just going to let her wander around the mall. Oh sure, get her a credit card, the woman carrying The Child of Christ. She’s good for it! Damn it anyway!” Haggai throws up his hands and quickly turns in his large black leather