About the Book
Ethan Freeman, ex-Special Forces Ranger, wakes up to discover he is the sole survivor of a fiery commercial airline crash that killed his entire family. His nightmare is only beginning when he becomes the FBI’s prime suspect. Only Ethan knows he’s not a cold-hearted murderer, but he has no idea what happened to him–and why he alone survived.
He finds an unlikely ally in Sam Weaver, the NTSB Chief Investigator. An ex-military pilot, Sam senses Ethan is innocent. She tries to remain dispassionate in her investigation of the crash even as she finds herself attracted to the man who may be America’s worst homegrown mass-murderer.
Neither Ethan nor Sam realize that shadowy spiritual forces are at work which will alter their lives forever.
A monstrous evil, imprisoned since the time of the Pharaohs, has been released by The
Nine, a sinister group of powerful men and women who believe they are the direct descendants of the Anunnaki, ancient Sumerian gods. The demon they have unleashed intends to free The Destroyer from The Abyss, the angelic prison referred to in the Book of Revelation, and unleash a worldwide reign of terror and annihilation.
Facing impossible odds, time is running out for Ethan and all of humanity as he is drawn
into an ever-deeper conspiracy–millennia in the making–and learns that he is the key to stopping The Nine. He must overcome his deepest fears and find reserves of strength he never knew he had as he confronts pure evil in order to save himself and an unsuspecting world.
Less than ten minutes before we’re all dead, thought Ethan Freeman, and there is nothing I can do about it!
The stricken A320 Airbus–originally bound for St. Thomas and now limping back to Charlotte, North Carolina—shuddered like a bird suffering a mortal wound, then shook violently. Shouting and screaming from the rear of the plane drowned out the prayer of the older couple seated in front of them, “Our Father, Who art in Heaven, Hallowed be Thy Name, Thy kingdom come—”
Lisa, Ethan’s wife, sobbed beside him. Across the aisle his eighteen year-old son, Josh, yelled, “Dad–are we going to crash?”
“No, son,” he lied. “We-are-not-going-to-crash.”
Megan, his sixteen year-old daughter, seated next to her brother, screamed, “The engine is on FIRE!”
Lisa clung to the seat arms so hard her fingers turned white and whimpered, “We’re all going to die–just like Greg,” then moaned, “I don’t want to die—”
Ethan reached for his wife’s hand as a thunderous explosion shook the plane and slammed him against the window, knocking breath out of him. He cried out in agony as the palm of his right hand was sliced open by a jagged metal clasp sticking up on the arm rest between him and Lisa. Blood gushed out of the ugly-looking wound and splattered the back of the seat in front of him.
The plane banked hard to the right and the nose suddenly pointed toward the ground, six miles below, as if the commercial airliner was being plucked from the cloudless, crystal blue heavens by a giant unseen hand. Ethan glanced toward the rear of the aircraft. A gaping hole replaced the emergency exit. Loose debris disappeared violently out of the plane—and there were at least two rows of seats missing!
Swinging his gaze back to the First Class Cabin, Ethan noticed that ice crystals now clung to the windows. His ears popped as oxygen masks dropped from overhead. Shivering, he reached for the oxygen mask dangling in front of him like a puppet on a string and struggled to place it over his mouth and nose. He took several deep breaths, ignoring his bleeding hand, then yelled out to his family, “Put your masks on!”
In the next instant, he was pressed so hard into his seat it seemed as if he weighed four to five times his normal weight. Black spots danced before his eyes and he fought for breath.
All he could think about was that he had failed his family—that he had not been able to save them. He cried out in desperation, “GOD HELP US—”
Moments later, a flash of blinding white light enveloped him as a blast of fiery heat washed over him.
Then everything went black.
Sam Weaver, lying on a towel in the hot sand, thirty feet from the edge of the blue-green ocean, daydreamed about what it might be like to lead a normal life, when her pager went off.
She opened her eyes and fought rising resentment.
It was her first vacation in over eighteen months. Her boss, E. “Mac” Macready–the Chief of the Major Investigations Division of the National Transportation Safety Board, or the AS-10 in Board nomenclatureBhad promised he’d page her only if it was absolutely necessary.
She stared at her bright pink beach bag, one that matched her swimsuit, for several seconds, tempted to ignore the pager. Then she remembered that when she’d signed up to be an investigator for the NTSB she’d literally signed the rights to her life away. She sat up, brushed several errant strands of thick black hair from off her face, and reached inside the bag.
Her heart beat rapidly as she read the text: Call Mac immediately. Major accident involving Quest Airways A320 your neck of the woods. Go Team notified.
No matter how frustrated she got with the government bureaucracy, her pulse always quickened whenever she received a message like this. Some of her friends back in DC found her reaction a bit gruesome, but her dad understood. “The thrill of figuring out complex problems
others find too challenging, or too painful, to deal with is in your blood, Sam,” he’d told her on more than one occasion. “You can’t help yourself. You love Gordian knots.”
She found her cell phone. When she reached Mac he said, “Sorry to interrupt your down-time. I know I promised not to call, but this one is big–and bad.”
He did, and then finished by saying, “I’ve already spoken with Ted, Marissa, Tony–and Frank. All of them but Frank are on their way to Hanger Six at Reagan International.”
Ted Anson was the human performance specialist, while Marissa Chen was highly regarded as one of the world’s foremost experts on cockpit and flight data recorders. Tony North was a top notch metallurgist. Frank Bacon had two Ph.D.’s and was the NTSB’s expert on the A320.
Frank was obsessed with planes manufactured by the French consortium. He blamed Airbus for the downsizing that cost him his high-paying job at Boeing. It was widely known he’d compiled a detailed and extensive computerized list of all suspicious incidents resulting in the crash of planes manufactured by Boeing’s chief competitor. When it came to fatal crashes involving Airbus, Frank was like a detective tracking down a serial killer he’d pursued for years in his spare time.
“Frank is in Dallas,” continued Mac. “He’ll meet you and the rest of the Team at the Command Center later this afternoon. You’ll have to call him and let him know where that’s going to be.”
“Me?” Was it finally time?
“But–but,” she stammered.
“Well, well, well. I’ve always wondered what it would take for the unflappable Sam Weaver to be at a loss for words.”
“I want it official–on the record.”
“Okay. You’re the Investigator-in-Charge. After five years of working with you, I know you don’t care about the title, or need the pay raise. You just want to be in control of your own investigations. I know the feeling.”
Sam took two deep breaths and pulled a notepad out of her bag. “Who’s the Regional on the ground in Georgia?”
“Ed Landers. He’s the senior IIC out of Atlanta, but he’ll answer to you. He’s a first-rate investigator, has a calm head on him, and if he has any kind of agenda, I’ve never heard about it.”
“Which translates, he’s smart, soft-spoken, and doesn’t play politics.”
“Not everyone in government service subscribes to the ‘dog-eat-dog’ mentality, Sam.”
“You could have fooled me.”
Mac snorted and continued. “Ed is already on his way. He’ll set up a perimeter, establish security, and get the investigation started. He’ll also coordinate with local authorities, including police and firefighters, and inform the media the investigation is under our jurisdiction.”
Sam scribbled on her notepad as Mac talked. “Am I flying on one of the Board’s planes?
Or going commercial?”
“The Citation is in Fort Lauderdale. The pilot can land at Patrick in an hour.”
“I’ll be ready.”
“One more thing, Sam. Watch your back. Frank has been looking for an excuse to make life miserable for you–”
“I can handle Frank,” she retorted. Her male counterparts at the safety board tended to behave with the macho air of men in a locker room. Frank was one of the biggest proponents of the pervasive attitude.
“I know you can, Sam. Frank has more time with the Board, but you have the kind of moxie, and the people skills, it takes to handle all the egos involved. You’ve worked hard for this slot–you deserve it.”
Mac was in rare form. He’d given her both a promotion and a compliment within a couple of minutes. “What about the ‘flyaway’?” She referred to one of two large standby suitcases used by the Board for investigations. Each contained a video camera and tape, a laptop computer, a printer, a variety of charging devices, film, administrative supplies, as well as several copies of the ubiquitous investigator’s manual. Both of the flyaways also had programmable combination locks.
“You’ll have everything you need by nine a.m. tomorrow.” He gave her the combination he’d programmed in.
“Thanks, Mac. For everything–” she said as she stood up, grabbed her towel and her bag, then headed at a run for her car.
About the Author
Michael J. Webb graduated summa cum laude from the University of Florida and obtained his J. D. from the same university. Over the past forty years he has travelled the world in search of adventure.
He is a history buff, both ancient and modern, and is fascinated by the intersection of the scientific, supernatural, and Biblical world views, and has studied and taught from the Bible extensively for more than twenty-five years. He is also intrigued by recent discoveries in quantum physics that are now providing extraordinary insights into the reality of the spirit realm, especially as it relates to the study of Light. He incorporates all of the above into his supernatural thrillers.
Michael and his wife make their home in Charlotte, North Carolina.
Books by Michael
The Master’s Quilt, The Nephilim Parchments, The Song of the Seraphim (Giants in the Earth trilogy), The Oldest Enemy, Infernal Gates. He is currently working on Devil’s Cauldron, the sequel to Infernal Gates. He also authored a non-fiction work entitled In the Cleft of the Rock: Insights into the Blood of Jesus, Resurrection Power, and Saving the Soul.