"Nephilim - 02 - The Unholy Deception - The Nephilim Return" - читать интересную книгу автора (Marzulli L A)

"What is it going to do, Uncle?"
"What?" the old man grunted, pretending not to hear.
The helicopter descended, and as it did, a brilliant beam of light shot out from
under it, playing over the vast expanse of desert sand.
"Let's get out of here!" the old man yelled.
"UncleЧ"
"Get the goats! Untie them, you worthless son of a jinn!"
The boy hurried to the goats.
The old man grabbed his staff tighter and offered another prayer to Allah.
"I have them all, Uncle," the boy cried out.
The old man took one last look at the helicopter, then ran to join his nephew He
grabbed the tether of the lead goat and headed into the darkness, away from the
giant rocks. Away from the helicopter and the bad jinn.
* * *
Flying close to the desert floor, the helicopter began to crisscross over the
large outcroppings of rock from which the goatherd and his nephew had retreated.
Its spotlight played over the area, but kept returning to one large megalith of
stone, the one in the center of the half circle. The chopper hovered over it for
a moment, then began to descend. It landed, creating a sudden sandstorm from its
whirling blades.
The engine shut down, a side door opened, and a dozen men clothed in gray
jumpsuits scrambled out. A few moments later, artificial lamps were switched on
and the area at the base of the rock was illuminated in garish light.
One man worked a sonar device. He walked, holding the wand in front of him,
listening for any reaction in his head-phones as he monitored the display
screen.
He passed over an area in front of the megalith. The needles jumped, and his
headphones responded with a constant chirping. He backed away a few steps, then
moved forward, checking the same area. The needles jumped again and the chirping
resumed.
"I think I've located it here," the operator called. He took a canister of spray
paint from a pouch on his belt and marked a rectangle ten feet square in
fluorescent orange. Moments later, the rest of the men began to dig. They worked
in shifts of four. Each group would dig for exactly two minutes. Then they were
replaced by the next four, who would continue for another two minutes, and they
in turn would be replaced by the next group of men. As the sand and debris were
removed, the hole in the desert floor began to deepen. Aluminum panels, held in
place with hand-pumped hydraulic cross braces, were used to shore up the sides.
When they had reached a depth of ten feet, one of the diggers struck something
solid with his shovel. He cleared away a portion of the sand from the object.
The three other men in his crew dropped to their knees and brushed away the sand
with their hands, while those from other crews helped, using brooms to sweep
away the remaining sand. Soon an outline emerged of a large square stone.
The supervisor took out his walkie-talkie. "I think we've found it, sir."
The man's walkie-talkie crackled. "You think you found it or you did find it?
Which is it? "
The man hesitated and looked down at the uncovered stone. He swallowed hard and
replied, "Did, sir."
"Splendid. We'll be right down. See that all is ready, Mr. Sanders," came the
reply.