"You are going to Tibet?" the general asked.
"Yes," Damali said slowly, but the question was crazy, because that"s what their papers said! They knew, so what was up with that?
You didn"t just roll into a lockdown country unescorted and without having your itinerary mapped out.
Although her attention was on the general, she kept her peripheral vision on Monk Lin, allowing his eyes to inform her of how to do this dance. Common sense and experience in heavy life and/or death negotiations also informed her moves-nothing was direct. Every move to stall and to draw out the goal, or to take one"s time to properly position words, was also cultural and had a reason.
"We are on a pilgrimage," she finally said, not willing to expose her motives until she knew what his were, if then. "We just want to get some cultural flavor, and take in the sights and sounds from different regions to help progress our music, to make it more world inclusive."
General Quai Lou bowed again and offered the team a pleasant, unreadable smile. "Then you should find some of the old mythology of Tibet quiet flavorful," he said with a smug undertone to his voice as he glanced at Monk Lin. "Although we do not ascribe to such rhetoric, and we have adopted science as our truth in China, I"m sure that as Monk Lin guides your journey, he"ll relate this legend to you: The ogress, Sinmo, and the monkey, Avalokiteshvara, were the only creatures living in the high mountains of Tibet at the dawn of time. In her loneliness," he added with an amused smirk, "she sired heirs from this union."
"The general is very aware of this fact," Monk Lin said in a brittle tone that was normally not his style. "However, one point of clarification-the monkey was a high deity, not some base creature of the earth, and the deity was seduced by the du, a demoness of the rocks, whereupon it fell from its state of grace. Let us be vigilant to tell the traditions with care and accuracy.
The monkey, then trapped in its earthly form, made a gift to his offspring-the regional grains, in hopes, we are sure, that they would take to these food choices, and not succ.u.mb to the blood thirst of their mother."
Damali stared at the monk for a moment, and then returned a too-pleasant smile to the general. Okay, they had Lilith over here, knew it, and at least a branch of the Chinese army was on to why she and the team were here. But the information he relayed was useful; they needed to know what kind of mess they could confront up in the mountains.
The general smiled, but it was strained as he continued. He spoke in a patronizing tone and glanced at Monk Lin. "This she-devil is said to have sired six offspring from this liaison, and was implacable, causing havoc, until the first king of Tibet"s wise second wife, Queen Wengcheng, of China," he added with emphasis, "found the geomantic center of the region and built a palace on top of this purported female beast. Thus, Jokhang was constructed. Twelve outlying temples built to hold down the supposedly supine ogress"s thighs, knees, etcetera, in three successive rings of four temples. You will find the architecture of the region quite interesting during your stay, we are sure."
Damali held the general"s gaze without blinking. Her mind was rapid-fire processing what her mother had said. The tears were in a temple. Find the most impressive one, the greatest one of all. To her thinking, Jokhang was as good a place to start as any-it had been mentioned, was built to hold back any drama coming up from a vortex, demon containment. Yeah... all right. She heard the man.
Monk Lin nodded discreetly. "This was done in cooperation with the king"s first wife, who financed this effort," he added with care. "She was from Nepal," he said with a tight smile, verbally sparring with the general, "where our esteemed Dalai Lama of modern times fled, when things became tense during the Cultural Revolution in the region. We have many Sanskrit scrolls that were later translated into the native language of Tibet about such matters before those trying times."
Monk Lin"s serene stare cut Quai Lou and then mellowed as he glanced from the general back to Damali. "In Princess Bhrikuti"s honor, the main gate is facing west, toward Nepal, but west is west," he said with quiet urgency in his tone. He looked at the team hard as he paused, transmitting the silent message that the western hemisphere was a key. "The four cardinal points are guarded by Four Guardian Kings, and the Wheel of Rebirth is also there." He held Carlos"s gaze for a moment longer than the others. "You must experience rebirth while here."
"As legend has it," the general said in a tight voice, breaking the monk"s hold on Carlos"s gaze and losing some of his calm demeanor as he snapped the response.
"What is legend to some is true faith of others," Monk Lin said in a casual tone. "To offend the holy scrolls by calling their contents legend would be like challenging your biblical texts," he added, but kept his gaze on Damali, as though addressing her, and not the general.
The teams" eyes went from Monk Lin to the general.
"We will be sure to be appropriately reverent while in the Tibetan Autonomous Region," Marlene said to break the tension.
"Yes, that would be most wise and most appreciated by those that still respect local traditions," Monk Lin said in a flat tone, keeping his eyes on Marlene. "For some believe that when the sacred palace of Jokhang was sh.e.l.led in recent years and it was literally turned into a pigsty, housing livestock; and when its inner sanctum was filled with blood and animal innards, it could no longer hold the ogress as she"d been imprisoned since the seventh century."
An epiphany stabbed into Damali"s temple so quickly that she almost visibly winced. That was also why the Chairman was here; he was hunting Lilith down as much as they were. Lilith had to be the ogress Monk Lin mentioned, possibly given a different name in this different culture. She wouldn"t be so foolish as to go back to the caves near the Red Sea, her original haunt. No, girlfriend would most likely go to a very out-of-the-way location, where she had family-had sired before and wasn"t slaughtered. Now, with the new atheist government in full effect, she wouldn"t have to worry about humans figuring out how to contain her like they did before.
Damali nodded as she continued to silently watch Monk Lin"s tense body language. Up in the mountains, it would be treacherous going and hard for a human hunter team to track her down... And knowing Lilith, no doubt girlfriend was also seeking the missing antidote element. Plus, she undoubtedly had more to fear from her husband than the Devil"s son, since the attempted coup began with her machinations, and keeping demons topside was her thing-they were her kids; Dante had nothing to gain, really, by keeping her Lilith alive. He was a pure vamp and hated any other breed of dark ent.i.ty. This was her old turf, so she had to know or sense that the antidote resided here.
"Interesting history," Damali finally said in a noncommittal tone.
With that, Monk Lin bowed again but remained quiet. Damali glanced at the general, who"d retreated behind an iron wall of non- emotion. Okay, the exchange was too deep. They"d all been briefed about the tense political situation over here, and Monk Lin had even been bold enough to allude to the way the Dalai Lama had been forced into exile in India by the Chinese government and how an army had desecrated the holiest of temples, when merely talking politics could land a local Tibetan in prison for twenty years. Now what? How clued in was the general, or was this just Monk Lin"s attempt to say what he had to say in concealed terms? If the general didn"t know, this was risky; if he did know, it was still risky. Monk Lin gave her a look that didn"t invite a scan, and there was no way she"d violate a holy man if he said no. His eyes also seemed to warn for her not to go into the general"s head like that, either. Why?
To cloak the discussion in sightseeing and architecture, with a military general present, plus two guys in suits who had not been introduced gave her the chills-and Lin was quietly telling her to stand down from a scan? Maybe they were infected and it wasn"t safe for her mind. As soon as the thought crossed her mind, the monk"s eyes told her all: Don"t go into any human brain without knowing if it holds the contagion. The chance of contamination is great, child. Your own mind would then be temporarily compromised, even though you"re immune and would purge, but you would lose precious days on the mission. Damali almost sighed aloud. One of her best tools would have to be shelved over here. Not good. The monk imperceptibly nodded. d.a.m.n.
Yet the message about she-devils and sacred numbers and geomantic positions had not been lost on a soul in the room; neither had the general"s obvious concerns. He"d allowed the monk"s flagrant response, had not stopped the monk from speaking, and didn"t so much as bristle when the sh.e.l.ling of the palace had been mentioned. The fact that the Chinese authorities were even allowing a monk in full crimson Tibetan robes to be their guide was out of the ordinary. Very, very weird. The general had to know something; she could feel his test brewing through her skin.
The mission began to take shape within Damali"s mind between all the seemingly calm surface pleasantries. Monk Lin"s quiet statements had filtered through her heightened audio-sensing capacity, registering the tension in his voice through the layers of her extrasensory awareness, confirming her epiphany: Lilith had sp.a.w.ned here once, just like she had over in the caves near the Red Sea. Modern-day empire builders had released her into the world again. Temples had been desecrated in a land closed off from outside intervention. The ranks of monks, those who would keep prayer vigil, had been thinned, and innocent human blood, along with animal sacrifices, had soaked the land, as well as the holiest of temples, to offer an open portal to whatever had once been beneath it. If Lilith would come here to breed once, she might return here to heal... and the Chairman would surely hunt for her essence here in his quest for revenge against the one who"d betrayed him most. Oh, yeah, now it all made sense.
Carlos watched the transaction go down from a remote place in his mind. Power demanded to be used, and instinct told him that the only reason Monk Lin hadn"t been carted away to a Chinese jail was because he held some type of power; he had something the general and the two suits with him wanted or needed. It was time for him to step up and get into the stalemated negotiations taking place. This was a male-dominated region, and the general was not about to give up authority or any information until he had a male in charge to address. Carlos glanced at Damali. Yeah, baby, you know this is what I do best.
Go for it. I"ve seen you work, brother.
Her compliment, and the fact that she was cool about the copartnership necessary to achieve the aim of getting more knowledge, made him smile. "We are all looking forward to the opportunity to learn about the rich and varied history of this region," Carlos finally said with caution, but kept his voice eloquent and his countenance humble as he inserted himself into the conversation.
"We have often been called the ugly Americans, by right, as we are often too focused on our own culture, and have not learned about others they way we should. Knowledge of others can only broaden our perspective."
The general"s more relaxed smile returned. "We appreciate that you have come to China with an opened mind. Our history is long, with many dichotomies. Let us not focus upon our differences, but rather that which unifies us."
Carlos bowed, the team followed suit. The general and his men bowed, as did Monk Lin and the two unidentified men near him.
No one spoke. They all seemed to be waiting for some unknown sign to proceed.
Damali glanced at Carlos and suppressed a smile. This was the old master of the game she knew, and he wore it well. Her man was kicking more bulls.h.i.t than the day was long, and she loved watching every minute of the transaction. She was also pretty sure that being a female didn"t help in such a male-dominated culture, so she kicked a smooth move of her own, and made it appear that this was actually Carlos"s group rather than hers-maybe to some degree it was becoming that. In an odd way, she was all right with the change at the moment. Her own reaction gave her brief pause; she was sharing her command without struggle, something she hadn"t done before. Not willingly, anyway.
She shrugged off the new personal epiphany; there wasn"t time to explore it now. Later she would consider it. For now she"d focus on whatever worked, just as long as they could get out of this holding cell that was being pa.s.sed off as an inquiry room.
"General Quai Lou," Damali said as demurely as possible. "Mr. Rivera has wisely chosen this fine country for us to explore, and we are honored that you have allowed his group to tour and learn about the infinite wonders within it. Thank you."
She could not glimpse Marlene, whose eyes had widened, or look at any other member of the team. Their stunned expressions might make her crack a smile, ruin her facade, and ultimately make the general possibly lose face-which would mean they could lose more than just some time and luggage. Losing their freedom and being detained, or possibly worse, kept anything beyond serene, humble submission at bay. It was about playing the politics like poker.
Seeming much improved in temperament, the general motioned for the military men to take the team"s luggage. "You will be escorted to Lhasa, and Monk Lin will be your guide from there," he said addressing Carlos. "Do stay with him during your travels, as it is best for foreigners to be properly escorted in areas that have experienced moments of unease."
Carlos bowed again. "We accept your wise advice with full cooperation."
The general bowed, but lingered, dismissing his retinue with quick movements of his hand and did not speak again until the door was completely closed behind them.
New concerns rippled through the group as they waited for the general to make his next move. It was obvious to everyone that potential VIP status of a touring band notwithstanding, most musicians probably never received a military welcome or escort.
The question was, what made the Warriors of Light so special?
"Please also allow me to introduce you to professors Dim Huang and Nam Lee," the general said, his smile strained. "In the newness of our exchange, it was a vast oversight. Forgive me."
The team watched as the two seemingly startled men bowed politely but didn"t immediately speak. Damali wasn"t buying the general"s smooth act. It wasn"t an oversight. Clearly he didn"t want lower-ranking officers to be in on whatever he"d cooked up or was about to present. She watched Monk Lin nod at them, his gaze warm and supportive, as the first, younger professor moved forward nervously to address the group.
"Your work with energies is renowned," Professor Huang said to Carlos, but shared his gaze with Damali to include her. "Our scientists once worked with Dr. Zeitloff," he said with halting words, "and there are others that escaped the unfortunate accidents that befell the advanced team."
"You worked with Zeitloff?" Carlos said, surveying both scientists, and then the general.
Damali shot Carlos a look. Okay, now they were getting somewhere.
"Yes," Monk Lin confirmed. "These two are part of a larger organization that the world governments are now aware of."
The older of the two professors stepped forward, bowed gracefully, and spoke in a low, eloquent tone. "Let me be direct,"
Professor Nam Lee said. "The energies that Dr. Zeitloff"s group discovered have been disturbed, just as Monk Lin alluded to earlier." His gaze temporarily captured the monk"s before returning to the Guardian team. "We have always known world struggle. We have always endured despotic leaders filled with negative energies and imperialistic desires," he added with a gentle smile as his eyes slid away from the general"s hot glare. "All countries have known them during lengthy histories," he then corrected, and waited until the general relaxed. "I am not, of course, speaking of China."
Damali nodded. "Yes, the world had seen its share of this. We understand.""Good," the general said tensely. "We are not concerned about China, as our leaders are above such corruption, but there are other nations with leaders that possess weak minds."
Carlos nodded. "Yes, and China cannot be impacted by negative energies that may have escaped."
"Mr. Rivera, you understand our position very well," the general said, releasing a long, slow breath. He gave the professors a sidelong glance. "Every nation has nuclear capability. Every nation also has a black market, where weapons of ma.s.s destruction can be easily obtained... Human error or human treachery are only averted by people of conscience, no matter how rigorous any nation"s checks and balances are."
The general removed his hard-brim cap and dabbed at the building perspiration on his forehead. Damali and Carlos glanced at each other. The team remained motionless behind them as Monk Lin"s voice dropped to a near whisper.
"Possession is rampant," Monk Lin said. "Madness abounds. The contagion is happening to humans at every level of society in every country, even here. The professors noticed the dark energies, and continued the work of Dr. Zeitloff after his demise.
They tracked down this team through Rabbi Zeitloff in Israel, when the Covenant members met for a very quiet world summit on the issue." Monk Lin paused to allow Damali and Carlos time to absorb the fact that the Covenant had not spilled all the beans to various governments, therefore he was restating the obvious and the team needed to act surprised, accordingly.
Monk Lin continued only after his intense eye contact generated a nod of understanding from the team"s leaders. "This is why they had to leave you in Arizona. They"d been called away for the Last Days Summit in Jerusalem. There was a truce, a pact, formed among the world leaders, and the major governments agreed that, in order to keep things from going to the next level, it was in each military"s best interest to have these energies sealed away."
"Are you saying you"re hiring us to do a world hit on negative energy?" Rider said in a feigned incredulous voice, playing along to further draw necessary information out. "Oh, s.h.i.t..."
The general nodded and didn"t bristle from the affront as murmurs rippled through the team. "We have all formed a very quiet coalition and coinvested in the most state-of-the-art weaponry to a.s.sist you in your mission. Your accomplishments as demon hunters are now legendary, and the Covenant gave expert testimony that held the presidents and the religious world leaders of many nations rapt as they spoke. You will have worldwide, top-secret clearances while you hunt the darkness, and no local police or media interference in any country. Shortly, our professors will take you into a room and show you the items at your disposal. If you need something that is not present, you have but to tell our top engineers and they will design what you require."
Damali and Carlos stared at each other for a moment, and then at their hang-jawed team. Oh, yeah. This was very bad, if it had come to this.
"You mean to tell us, like some Double-O Seven gadgetry and-"
"Yes, Rider," Monk Lin said with an admonishing glare. "England"s best, Germany"s best, France"s best; the very best from the United States, China, j.a.pan-"
"Every part of the world with nuclear capacity is involved; and many that are troubled by splinter cells and terrorism, such as Eastern Europe, Russia, much of Africa, South America, the Middle East; all are concerned that no one nation should have a lapse in presidential judgment and begin the end of time. Your team was identified as the most effective to these ends." The general removed his cap from beneath his arm and placed it back on his head with crisp precision. "This is not subject to debate.
Were you on U.S. soil when the summit concluded, you would have been approached by agents from your own government"s Area Fifty-one."
"You all know about Area Fifty-one?" Damali said in disbelief. "The whole alien thing is not-"
"Of course we all know about Area Fifty-one," the general snapped, losing patience. "It is no secret that we all monitor each other"s activities. Until recently, until Dr. Zeitloff"s work, we thought our only concern was the potential of extraterrestrial species and that fueled s.p.a.ce exploration." He began to pace with his hands behind his back. "That is another matter. We are not so concerned about that now."
"Until now," Monk Lin said, his voice as smooth as a silk noose, "many in positions of authority discounted the spiritual dimensions and felt there was only science. Then Jewish scientists like Dr. Zeitloff worked with others and broke the Bible code.
They found that the code was mathematic, based on complex algorithms and hard science. Before that, they did not believe other realms and dimensions existed, and did not believe that these unseen realms could have any influence upon life as we know it. It is all numeric, math as the basis of truth, and creates unending fractals that spire in equations that unlock hidden doors-or close them. Many scientists, from Leonardo da Vinci and throughout the ages, have been trying to quantify the mystical, that which mere religious men have always known to be true." He smiled and bowed toward the general. "But they are becoming wiser, now that they have witnessed the unspeakable."
"Sir?" Damali said quietly, needing to know exactly what had manifested over here, and wondering if it had morphed in any way from what they"d seen in the States. "The unspeakable?"
"In a lab," Professor Huang said, his nervous gaze darting between Damali and the general. "One of our top cabinet ministers fell ill. The military thought he"d been poisoned. His family called for the support of monks. Because of his rank-"
"Spirits walked out of the man"s chest right before my eyes," the general said in a tense whisper. "Initially we thought it was human foul play that had turned his eyes black and his behavior schizophrenic. Drugs. Poison. Some new biological weapon.
That is why he was quarantined to hospitalization in the lab compound, rather than a regular facility with civilians, until we knew what this was."
The general wiped a new sheen of sweat off his brow, his voice and gaze distant as he spoke. "But we witnessed a dark force exit his body, split his chest open like a can of mackerel! His body died... but whatever was in him destroyed his room, shattered windows, and fled. A rain of machine-gun fire didn"t stop it. Many men were killed. Only a few of us survived the lab attack. We caught it on surveillance monitors in his highly guarded room. Then we watched his body decay and turn to ash right in front of us. We kept this sensitive information veiled from the media, and have buried the man according to the dignity of his office. But it gave us impetus to agree to join the summit, and our Russian counterparts said they have also seen this type of inexplicable phenomenon. Murmurs are everywhere. We all have presidents and important cabinet ministers being kept under religious vigil. These professors have developed weapons, but..."
"Why Tibet?" Carlos said, holding the room for ransom with his simple question. "I know why us, but why this region?" He looked at Monk Lin to offer the most coherent and honest answer in the room.
"Tibet is called the Roof of the World, where Heaven meets earth, and has an interesting history," Monk Lin said in a calm tone.
"When Genghis Khan"s Mongolian hordes terrorized and conquered all of central Asia, he came to Tibet, note, in the thirteenth century to a place founded in the seventh century, and stopped at our gates."
Monk Lin looked at everyone in the room with a long, sweeping gaze. "He stopped. He could not rape, pillage, burn, or raze Tibet-which had a strong cooperative relationship between the Bonpo shamans and Buddhist monks. Rather than continue his rampage, Khan came to an epiphany and formed an agreement between himself, who was known as the Great Khan, the emperor of China, and the monks of Sakya monastery in southwest Tibet." He closed his eyes and bowed in the four cardinal directions to some unseen force, and then continued. "A trinity of alliances."
"The Lamas of Sakya were appointed as spiritual guides even to a man such as Genghis Khan, who clearly understood the use of force, and energies, but who also apparently had the wisdom to not go beyond certain realms without spiritual mediation. The t.i.tle, Dalai Lama, actually comes from Mongol origins, meaning ocean." Monk Lin smiled at Damali and Carlos. "Oceans bear salt, much like tears," he added with weighted subtlety. "We have already had our experiences with the power of water and the sea. It is time for you to elevate your learning with an old Bonpo master, his t.i.tle is the Naksong-which means had been in darkness, what is in shadow, or forest. The Naksong masters are in touch with the energies of nature; they purify the impure, are herbal healers, but most important, they cure the true roots of evil."
"Carlos said we know why us," Damali said, quietly. "I don"t think we do." She looked around the room, her gaze briefly touching each person as she spoke. Something else was going on; it was the way Monk Lin stared at Carlos. "The general clearly has more manpower than we"ll ever have." She looked over toward the professors. "These gentlemen have more technology than anything J.L. and Krissy can rig up on their own-no offense guys." Damali ran her hands through her hair. "And a very old Naksong with serious monks flanking him are probably more psychically and spiritually grounded than anybody on our team." She glanced around.
"I"m not trying to put down anybody"s abilities in our ranks. But hey, let"s be real, there"s not a monk among us."
"That ain"t no lie," Shabazz finally muttered.
Rider pounded his fist. "But we will take you fellas up on the new weaponry. Momma ain"t raised no fool."
"It"s the bloodlines, isn"t it?" Marlene asked in a calm tone. "It"s something in the DNA."
Monk Lin nodded and glanced at the two nervous professors and the general.
"We are told that your team has a predominance of people on it that have walked from Asiatic tribes over the Iberian Peninsula and down to North America," Professor Huang said, his eyes filled with hope. "All scientists currently agree that the Native American has roots in Asiatic DNA. Native American DNA is linked to the peoples of Mexico, Central America, and South America. Any U.S.-born African-Americans that share biological lineage links with Native Americans are also able to tap into the energies traditionally taught in the Bonpo belief system."
Jose glanced at his more seasoned teammates. "Me, Juanita, J.L., Carlos, Damali, Mar, Shabazz, all have Native American in us. Maybe Inez, too." He looked at Big Mike. "Yo, man, what about you?"
"Got some Blackfoot and Cherokee in there, my grandma said, not sure how it runs in the family, but it"s in there from around plantation days." Big Mike nodded. "That makes at least eight of us from the squad, if Inez don"t have it, with two members of the team in the shadow lands, Tara and Yonnie."
"Ten," Damali said flatly, "which mathematically condenses down into one-one team." She nodded. "We got it."
"With three, members, uh..." the younger professor said, seeming unsure of how to word his a.s.sessment, "that have actually died, at one point. Were in the shadow lands."
"Make it four," Damali said calmly. "I went there for a moment myself. Four is the number of balance, harmony, and represents the four elements of the universe." She smiled when the professors and the general backed up. "But we"re all cool now. Those you see here do daylight and don"t have the hunger, but we know how hard it can be and how to fight it." She slapped Carlos five. "Guess we just signed on for this mission, huh, bro?" she added, keeping up with the ruse of her and the team being surprised. "Now does Arizona, and being under the protection of the Thunderbird totem for a few, make sense to you?"
Carlos smiled. Yeah, he got it loud and clear, and could have kicked himself for not going with the flow before. He should have known there was always an underlying reason for anything Damali and Marlene concocted.
"Y"all math is off," Carlos said, feeling pride expand his chest as he suddenly, for the first time since Philadelphia, felt truly useful to the team. "Four of us have taken a walk on the dark side or in shadow country, which makes the cardinal points. But don"t discount Inez; her people are from South America, and from the south in the States-gotta have some Asiatic strain in her, which is the Native American Indian strain. That brings the total to nine, add the four shadow selves, and we come back to lucky thirteen. Do the math, baby. Add in the Berkfields, Dan, and Rider, we"ve got them anchoring the four topside, natural elements-earth, air, fire, water; plus two metals-gold and silver, yin and yang energy through Krissy and Bobby, male and female children inseparably linked by blood."
"Sho" you right," Damali said, folding her arms and looking at Carlos with satisfaction and pride. "My bad. Knew you"d figure out why we were here, once we got here. It always works like that." She was so proud of him at the moment that she could have hugged him on the spot, but held back because it just wasn"t appropriate. Later.Carlos"s pleased gaze slid away with a sly smile just in time for her to glimpse a slight flicker of silver in his irises, and it did something to her to watch him slowly return to his old self.
Monk Lin bowed toward Damali and then Carlos. "Carlos is correct. The prayer flags you will see on the monasteries will have yellow to represent the earth; green, the water; red for fire; white, for the clouds; and blue for the sky." He smiled at Rider. "And there will be always be a thangka of the sacred white yak. No matter that your definition of the elements may slightly vary, your numerology is insightful. All serve a divine purpose."
Carlos bowed toward Damali, and she responded in kind.
"Neteru," Carlos said with a smile. "Lead on, my sister."
"Neteru," Damali said with a smile. "Lead on, my brother."
"Agreement has been reached. Respect dawns. Let the accord be unbroken." Monk Lin"s smile drew to a placid, determined line on his face. "The Naksong works cooperatively with the Lama of the Nyingmapa sect, where I am also from. It is the oldest form of Tibetan Buddhism. I will take you there to this master, where you will learn what you must."
"We will convene in the next room," the general said, motioning for the professors to lead the way. "There, you will be taught how each weapon works, and this will be sent along with your military escort."
Monk Lin looked at the professors and the general, offering them a curious gaze. "Once we debark in Lhasa, your escorts will not be needed, although your support of ammunition will be deeply appreciated. While, the Naksong is old and blind, he will not countenance a military presence while he teaches. He has even forbidden me to give the team their more conventional items until he announces they are ready."
He glanced at Carlos and Damali, clearly referring to Carlos"s claw of Heru and Damali"s baby Isis without actually mentioning the weapons. When they nodded quietly, Monk Lin bowed, straightened himself, and folded his arms. His stance told all in the room, he would not be moved.