Prologue

I haven't been myself lately, I think there's something wrong with me, I am just melancholy. I am now in the General's reception area. It's Thursday morning and I hate Thursdays. His PA told me that he is still on the phone. Well, I know it's about the mission we were deployed to on Monday and I know me and my Boys performed a clean job, but I just wonder why did he call me to his office. I go by the name of Reatlegile Raoul Agent M Mcoshile, I am 42 years old, yes you got it right. I am in the military but I refer to myself as a "Jack of all trades master of none" because I am also an Architect, Engineer, Entrepreneur, Musician the list goes on and on. You will get to know me further when time goes.

****Geez this guy is taking a lot of time, I want to leave this place**** I said that on my mind.

Moments later his PA told me that the general wants to see me. As I made my way to his office his PA shouted.

PA.: "General Van Der Duizen is not in his mood, please don't piss him off, I am the one who has to deal with him while you are gone.!!."

***Nxn, bitch**. I just looked at her with a bored facial expression.

I knocked on his office and he responded with "Come in" on the other side. I was welcomed by a lot of smoke, This guy is smoking weed in his office wow. You know this guy could be good friends with Rasta yeeeer because that one is a Hell of a stoner.

Me.: "Good morning General."

General Vn D.: "Morning, Agent Mcowshayle, have a seat please.I am sorry about that, it's a prescription.."

Me.: ****Yeeeer leburu le le tletse masepa, keleng ke mo ruta go bua Sefane saka sentle.(This guy is full of shit, how many times did I teach him to Pronounce my surname in the right way.)****

I did as he ordered me to.

General Vn D.: "I called you because of what happened on Monday." He cleared his throat..

Me.: "Talk to me General, I don't have all day you know I am a very busy man"

General Vn D.: "It's about the unit you were Deployed with on that mission on Monday.". I started to feel uneasy, I could feel that there is something wrong.

Me.: "I don't follow General, What about them.?".

General Vn D.: "They were all admitted to the military hospital, others at the Psychiatric hospital excluding the snipers. Is there something that I need to know Agent.? ". I didn't even have the energy to ask how this terrible news refracted through me. Firstly I am an independent contractor, the Unit is under my employees... 'Mxm'. I just wondered what the Fuck happened to my boys.

Me.: "Negative sir, What seems to be the problem.?"

General Vn D.: "I am not well informed, I just got feedback from the Hospitals, That they are bleeding with their eyes, ears, nostrils, and it's like they are all seeing things. The question is why are you not experiencing the same things too?."

Me.: "It's a conspiracy I cannot put a finger on too.. " Oh so this old fool thinks I am the one who did that.?, Why would I do that?. Those guys are like my brothers. "Do you maybe see me as a Suspect.?" His telephone rang.

General Vn D.: "Agent, I have to take this, it is very important. For now, you are dismissed."

I left his office and went to the basement parking lot, I got into my car and drove off. While I was on the way to the hospital to check on my Boys as their employer. I felt the temperature inside my car getting colder and colder, then I felt a shiver down my spine. While I was still trying to find out what's with my air-con. I heard a strange voice that spoke in a whisper, the voice sounded like two people were speaking at the same time, the one with a very deep, Husky, Profondo voice and the one with a Mezzo-soprano voice was speaking at the same time..

Voice.: "Don't freak out, I am on your mind." I stepped on my car brakes with the speed of lightning and pulled over, terrified like hell by what I just heard...****Amme ke starta go hlanya gape. (am I.. ..becoming insane again.?) **** I said that on my mind.. "No, you are not, like I said I am on your mind. Now allow me to introduce myself."

Me.: "Wh..who are you.?" I asked him with an authoritative but shaky tone.

Voice.: "Baphomet." I stepped out of the car in total speed like someone poked my ass with a sharp object and attempted to run. "Fool.! I just told you I am on your head, why are you running?." I stopped and got back inside the car.." Good. Now allow me to reveal myself. Don't freak out." I just nodded like a child.

Me.: "Bu....But you are just a mythical figure.".

Baphomet.: "They all say I am just a myth.." In not more than a split of a second, a lot of mist/Smoke filled up my car, followed by heavy winds making me cover my face with my hands. When I removed my hand on my face and tends to look at the rear view mirror there He/she was sitting in the back seat, he/she had ahead of a goat that had long-horns.. I just felt light-headed and had a blurry vision.

Me.: "Shit!!" that was lights out for me.

(For those who don't know Baphomet [Ba-Basileusphiloso Pho-phorum Met-metalorium]. Baphomet is the name of a god associated in times past with the Knights Templar and today with Satanism and the occult. Modern representations of Baphomet picture it with a goat's head on a human body (with both male and female traits a symbol of unity to both genders); between the goat's horns is a torch, and the image often includes a pentagram. The origin of Baphomet Worship is subjected to much debate. Even the origins of the word Baphomet are unknown. Some believe it is a French corruption of Mahomet("Muhammad"). Others believe it to be a code from Kabbalah meaning "the father of the temple of peace of all men." Or the Arabic word for "the father of understanding." Or, finally, the Jewish Atbash cipher as applied to Sophia—the Greek goddess of wisdom.