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

eyes, and a genetic abnormality of his hands that Bernstein battled constantly
not to look at.
He's one of the most detached people I've ever come across, Bernstein thought as
he shifted his bulk on his aching feet. I wish he wasn't with us. The guy makes
me uneasy, he thought, avoiding eye contact with Kenson.
"Doctor, if your team will follow me," Wyan instructed, stepping on the
gangplank that led to the desert floor.
Bernstein led his team toward the megalithic rocks that protruded, like
misplaced towers, in the otherwise barren landscape. "They're enormous,"
Bernstein remarked to Gleason and Haney, who flanked him.
"Do you know what's buried beneath it?" Haney asked.
"&No," Bernstein said, "only that it somehow links the alien presence and the
reappearance of the Bethlehem star."
Wyan and Kenson stopped near the excavated pit; Bern-stein and his associates
hurried to catch them.
"You see how the shifting sands of the desert have concealed this place," Wyan
began. "I'm of the opinion that the site has remained undisturbed since members
of our group last checked on it. Mr. Sanders, have your men remove the cover."
"Yes, sir," Sanders answered from the bottom of the pit.
Haney, whose specialty was the cataloging and dating of artifacts, came close to
Bernstein and whispered, "I just hope we're not compromising the site by
entering it."
Bernstein nodded, concerned, as he watched Sanders point to two men with
crowbars, who went to work prying the large stone. One of the crowbars slipped
and flew back, smashing into the workman's shin and producing a nasty cut. The
man cursed, then picked up the crowbar and went back to work. Other men stood
ready with larger bars.
"Be careful not to nick itЧwe want it kept as pristine as possible," Bernstein
admonished, nervously rubbing his fleshy fingers together.
Gleason shot a series of pictures as one corner of the slab was raised a few
inches into the air so larger bars could be inserted. Wooden blocks were placed
at each corner, and the same process was repeated at the opposite end of the
slab. Leather straps were slipped under the slab. A metal tripod was erected
above the hole, with a hand winch attached. A wire cable was lowered from the
winch, and the leather straps attached to it.
Two men operating the winch began to turn the handle, and the stone slab inched
upward off the wooden blocks.
"Easy ... easy," Bernstein coaxed, as he watched the slab move unsteadily
upward.
The slab moved slowly and stopped when it was at least eight feet over the newly
revealed opening.
"If you'll follow me," Wyan directed, reaching for the ladder leaning against
the side of the pit. "Mr. Sanders, do you have the lights?" he asked. Bernstein
couldn't help noticing that there was less than a foot of space between the top
of Wyan's head and the rough bottom of the stone slab that hovered above them.
"Yes, sir, right here, sir." The man produced several high-powered lanterns.
Bernstein saw Wyan take a lantern and climb the rest of the way down the ladder,
followed by Kenson. It was his turn. "Here's your lantern, Doctor," Sanders
offered.
"No. Throw it to me when I reach the bottom," he said as he grabbed the ladder.