Trifariam, The Lost Codex (2012) Read Online Free PDF Page B

well-equipped; they wore the typical green and brown military camouflage gear, helmets with the fastening strap around their necks and two low frequency radios to speak to each other. They were lying on the ground in different places, so that between the two of them they could monitor the entire house.
    “Alpha 1, do you read me?”
    One of the men quickly picked up the walkie-talkie that he had stored in pouch tied to his waist. His body was extremely muscular and he was very tall, about six and a half feet. His facial features made him seem German, with fair skin and blue eyes. A deep scar near his right eye, a souvenir from a disagreement on a job that had seemed easy, had made him a much more careful man.
    At last he replied. “This is Alpha 1. What’s going on?”
    “The sparrow has pecked at the worm,” he answered without taking his binoculars off the mantelpiece. Although a few stray branches obstructed his field of vision, he could easily make out the pieces of stone which lay strewn on the living room floor. “Inform the boss and confirm that we are going ahead with the plan.”
    Alpha 2 cut off contact. Feeling ill, he managed to take the bulky green camouflage helmet off his head to take a few minutes rest. He was more toned than his superior, but that did not make him any stronger. With brown eyes and dark hair, he was also German although he didn’t look it. His jaw was out of joint to the right and it affected his physical appearance a little, making his face seem slightly contorted. This small problem had unleashed a tic, which reappeared constantly and made him look like a very anxious man; he repeatedly moved his jaw from left to right, causing an audible clicking sound.
    Meanwhile, inside the house, James had sat down on the floor and was staring in disbelief at the book he had just found. His fingers softly stroked the cover, tracing the three lines which made up the triangular crest. Never in this world could he have imagined what lay ahead of him.
    On the other side of the globe in Washington DC, about a dozen people were having a heated debate around a gigantic oval table which had a pile of confidential reports heaped on top. Each had a monitor in front of them, listing suggestions for how the company could emerge from its current economic crisis. Presiding over the table was a man of about fifty, with white hair, a strong build and a prominent nose. He was wearing an impeccable suit and a silk tie which matched his shirt. He felt a vibration in one of the pockets of his pants, somebody was calling him. He had given precise orders that nobody, absolutely nobody, should disturb him in the meeting, even if it was the President of the United States himself; the only exception was if the call was from Florence. Something important must have been happening.
    Standing up, he gestured for his secretary to continue the meeting in his absence. “If you will excuse me,” he declared loudly. “I must attend to this call urgently.”
    Some of the attendees couldn’t hide their indignation at the idea of being jilted by the company president, who by that time was already leaving the room via the main door. Of course, he didn’t take the call until he could be sure that the conversation would take place in the strictest privacy.
    “Hello. Who is it?”
    Alpha 1 detected uneasiness in his boss’ voice. “Sir, it’s us. Don’t worry - we are calling you on a safe line. Nobody can listen to us.” The man seemed to calm down and continued to listen. “We have been monitoring the American since he arrived, as you asked. He has already found the book. He’s more intelligent than we thought.”
    The company president was unable to contain himself. He broke into a warm smile and tightly squeezed his fists in a sign of triumph. He felt a great wave of excitement. “Excellent! Continue with the plan exactly how we agreed and call me immediately.” Then he hung up and walked to the elevator. He would go up