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Treasure has always been a lure it has the power to change and mould with out compromise. Greed wealth power is to hold the Seven Keys. CHAPTER ONE Myan legends from the past, with a hint of mythical superstitions whispered on the streets. Indian tales in the form of spiritual chants late at night when the coals of the fire were low. The Druids in the southern England worshiped the in the ring of a stones. Dream time of the great stones that came from the red earth in harsh outback of Australia. Mike Cranshaw was one person trying to put all the peace's together so many stories. Stories that had been told through the ages, of the keystones it was a tale of riches and power but the stories were old and considered as folklore unreliable. Of the Seven Keys mike had one. SYDNEY. AUSTRALIA The murmur from the crowd was totally over powered as the band played the last number they had on their list of songs, laser beams flashed and rockets flew all over the field. It was the fourth encore, and the crowd and Fans were dancing OUT OF CONTROL, as if in a wild frenzy.(look so good and I need your Lovin) Security had One small problem but soon had the situation well under control. Sitting back stage in the make up chair (Silicon) removed the last of the make up. A bald headed man entered the room, silicon Said “that was a great gig”. George interrupted like a striking viper; “do you realise how much money you lost? do you have any idea ?, go on have a guess”. “One or maybe two thousand, Maybe if we promoted the gig a bit different we might get the crowds in”. “No try five thousand dollars sill baby. You also got to change the lyrics put some meaning into them. Oh by the way I am sorry I lost your master demo tape. I think you should go on a holiday, go surfing or do something, oh don’t worry I put some money in your account”. Silicon took a long drink from his beer as George walked out the door, and a moment later he could hear his name being called, “yeah up here last on the left”. A young man walked in holding a parcel, “sign here please, and here, thank you”, and left without another word. He Could find no writing anywhere. Ripping the brown paper wrap off, and uncovered a cardboard box. Inside the box were a leather pouch and an envelope. He took out the letter in the envelope. This is how it all started Son it was in SOUTH AMERICA 1947 we were coming in hot the Germans never relenting they had shot us to pieces. The plane was going down, our pilot was one the best, he had put us into the side of a mountain where a mine opening had been carved out of the rock. The wings of the plane had sheered off adding to our spectacle end or so the German’s had thought. We shot down that mine shaft so fast so deep, It was such a tight fit that we couldn’t open the doors we had to smash out through wind screen of the cockpit His expression and mood changed. He walked to the door and locked it. The edges inside the leather pouch glowed, as the key rolled out and into his palm It felt light, and like it was made of balsa wood. Sheet of paper spiralled to the floor, there was a moon like shimmering light reflecting on his face. The key omitted a dull light, and stamped on the back was a rune shaped letter “~”. He bent down and picked up the sheet of paper and sat on the windowsill beside the door. The rune was at the bottom of a list with a Roman numeral “VII” after it. The door exploded off its hinges knocking him back, and out of the window. Huge and extremely ugly human being followed the splintering fragments of the door into the room. He paused for a brief moment scanning the area and then vanished through the doorframe taking a little of the debris unwillingly with him. Silicon hung on by one arm managing to get a foot hold on the side of the building, then worked his way back up to the window looking inside the room before he climbed in. He reached for the phone. “Security get up here now”. He picked up the box on the floor and inside was an envelope and inside that was airline ticket and well worn map. Silicon went back to reading the letter: So there were seven of us and we had stumbled onto the Seven Keys which the Nazi’s had liberate, as they called it, from around the world. There are important dates. He shoved everything into his pocket just as the security crew arrived. “Well what has happened here, bit of a party boyo?” “You could say that but there was no official invitation sent out, where were you guys? this is not on, he could have killed me” “Wait a minute, who could have killed you?” “Bozo the clown, if I knew that I ‘d be ringing the police galah brain. You better work it out; now get me out of here. Silicon was the type of guy who had just about done most jobs. He was glad in some ways that his father had convinced him to get a trade. He had gone into computers, such as programming and repairing. It had come in very useful working with band creating special effects, there was just about nothing that Silicon couldn’t do with them he always tried to keep up to date with the technology. He was sitting in a cab moving away when he went back to reading the letter: smashed the windows out of the cockpit and we set up a base inside the mines as we had all the resources we needed to stay low until the Germans gave up on us. These are the important dates and you need to be at the mine on this date 7/07/07, as will the other 6 key holders. Son beware these are dangerous time you have ahead take care and watch your back. When the cab driver dropped him at his home he paid him and walked to his front door which was ajar, he pushed it open and looked in. It had been trashed someone had been looking for something and he had a pretty good idea what. The heat haze from the fumes distorted the tail of the plane as it disappeared up into the clouds. Several hours later it touched down and taxied up to the terminus. The tropical air was thick on his lungs as he walked into the Peruvian customs. “So what is this my friend, no let me guess, its a table?” “Are you for real, it’s a surfboard” “How do you open it?” “You don’t open it” “What is it used for?” “Surfing” “What’s that?” “Can I go now?” “What’s in the bag?” “Have a look” “OK you have to fill out these ten forms and sign all of them THREE times. An hour later he emerged out of customs onto a busy street, a cab almost stopped on his foot as it screeched to a halt, “Where to?” “A hotel near the beach” It didn’t matter how many times he tried. The cabby could not get the board into the boot. Silicon took the board and put it in the back seat and sat in the front. “It will cost more because of this thing you have” “Sure, just get me to the beach you know la plaza”. Black clouds hung very low over the ocean. Lightening raced across under belly of the dark clouds and above the sea and swell that churned beneath the storm. The waves were a good eight-foot as Silicon paddled through the shore break. Racing out to the calmer waters beyond the sand bar. He sat up and took his bearings and notice a small crowd gathered on the beach. He lent back on his board and spun it a 180 degree’s and paddled into the wave, as it jacked up. He felt his board dropped away from underneath him, he took the drop and then straightened up keeping his feet at back of the board and weight on his back foot. The board landed on the clean face of the wave and he sped out in front of the white water and turned into the face of the wave. A sheet of water folded over in front of him, it must have been a ton of water pounding on to the sand bar. The sound was thunderous as he crouched down and rode through the large barrel of water. A small crowd gathered on the beach to watch him and every time he caught a wave they would yell, cheer and whistle. About two hours later Next door to the Hotel De Sol was a small general store. “Could I get something to eat and drink please?” “Yes I won’t be a minute”. Silicon started looking around, this bloke had everything. He started sorting through one of the trays in front of him, and there just to the left was a leather pouch. At the top of his voice he yelled, “Hey, how much do you want for this senor?” She came from out of nowhere “well its not really for sale the strap has broken see and I just put it down to look for some thing to fix it so if you don’t mined, no please don’t look in it”. He parsed the pouch to her, “Thank you”. She turned and started to walk then looked back at him straight in the eye, then smiled and turned then walked out of the shop. He could still smell her perfume as the cook brought out a plate of food to a table in the middle of the room “here you are senor”. SOUTH AMERICA It had been about four years since World War 2 had ended and the sky had erupted into a rainbow of colours, and then transformed into flames. The centre of which was a huge bright white-hot fireball, black smoke trailed behind, a high pitch whirling sound screech through the valley, and then the white-hot centre ploughed into the side of the mountain and then there was silence. "You don’t understand do you, it’s very simple you leave me alone and I won’t hurt ok. You owe me and I have control over everything you own, even your future is mine, so get me a beer now". He looked towards the side of the mountain, his eyes snapped back to the poor wretch in ragged clothes putting the beer down, making sure not to spill a drop, he stood there barefoot in the dirt. “Senor please me casa ---- I would like to live here one day, one day very soon” “You owe me, obviously you don’t under stand” He moved fast with upward motion, snake like strike from across his chest, there was glint of sun light from the silver barrel as it left an indent on the bony flesh on Paco,s forehead, his legs buckled and he ended up, face down in the dust, excruciating pain seethed through his body. With dirt on his face and a bloodstain tear in his eye he spoke. “Why do you treat us like dogs I mean...” “You, don’t mean zero, nothing nada...do you understand me”. “Now tell me where are the stones, I want you know that I promise I will never come to your home again, trust me”. The safety switch click off, on the 9mm auto and was held at a full arms length, with his right hand he reached for a beer on the table and sat back on the chair. “I don’t know of any stones” The village went extremely quite. Black clouds covered the sun as a small whirlwind raced down the center of the village. He re holstered the gun and then had another sip on his beer. Further down the street a group of men crouch low under the window inside the hotel in a whisper Frank spoke again. “Gimme the pouch I will go, it is my duty my father has told me that I must do this” “No you are not going, we don’t trust you, it has been said by your father that only a villager can go and that’s the only way in this land that it will happen so don’t say anymore, you a drunk, sure hombre”. “But it doesn’t matter who goes” “ yes it does” they all agreed and the bag was out of sight and on it’s way. Jose took the back path and headed out of the village. He had picked the finest and hardiest of the two horses and headed for the trail that took him over the mountain range. Leader looked towards the mountain again “hey Jake pass me the binoculars” he could see a horse half way up the trail over the ranges “come men we are moving out lets go” and with that they were off. As they reach the edge of town on the run leader turned to Jake he was puffing. ”Jake I want to go a head and track that guy on the horse” “why that guy on that horse” “I just have gut felling about this and it was also the way they left town did you see him ride down the main street? No”. Katmandu. Nepal Icy cold winds blew down from the mountains taking the shortest path south rapping chilly gusts of wind around anything that stood in the way. A group of people stood huddled behind a stone wall that had been standing for centuries. "I am telling you the time is right it must go all the signs are here". Out of the sun came a dozen horsemen riding hard and fast, kicking up the dust as they punished the horses. Whipping up a white lather under the horses hind legs, the wind seemed to blow harder and colder as horsemen surrounded the group, steam streaming out from the horses mouths. "Ok who is in charge here" the group was silent. One off the figure disappeared unnoticed into a pile of rocks and then was gone. Paris. France The tear gas canister sailed Thur the air white vapour rushing out as it turned end over end and then it bounced along road into the oncoming mass of people. Some of the people in crowd were prepare and wore handkerchiefs some had gas masks they out numbered the police by twenty to one. This riot has spread though out France and excelled into a major problem for the authorities. The space that separated the crowd and the police was ten meters it was unusual straight line on both sides and it had formed at the T section of the road. On straight side off the tee section a garage door wound up as a single light combined with roar of engine came to life. In that instant in the dark of the night a Honda four cylinder motor bike flashed though the gape of the unbroken lines of police and demonstrators. Jon-Mark was on his way.

CHAPTER TWO South America 1953 It had been a long journey over the mountains for Jose from Tres Hermanus and he had followed the instruction to the letter, he looked over his shoulder, he could feel the uneasiness in the city. When he thought about it, ever since he left his home, this feeling had been there, someone watching. He wasted no time in finding the bank and as instructed he put the key into the safety deposit box and then left the bank. Jose could hear a crowd of angry people coming and shouting, viva el revolution, moving quickly he disappeared into side street and started his long journey home. A very large group of people charged down the street chanting the words “unite, fight for freedom” .At the opposite end stood the army at the ready in full riot gear the distance between the two groups was now only seconds from ignition point. It was the diversion Helmet von Leader took to his advantage, looking from inside the doorway of the bank he screwed a silencer on his hand gun. His men had already tied up the bank staff. Letting off a few rounds into the crowd then a few into the soldiers, they fell and through all the noise and confusion, It was hard to tell who had fired the shots but it was enough to end the stand off on both sides as the two groups clashed. The vault doors blew off their hinges. As the smoke cleared, Leader pulled the bank manager off the floor. “Okay this little fellow just came in here and deposited something of mine and I want it back.” He held the gun to his head “deposit box 7” said the Manager Leader saw what he had come for, grabbed the leather pouch from the box and as much money and gold as he could carry then moved to the door. His men also took as much as they could carry one by one they disappeared out the door making their way back to the trucks. One protester got in Leaders way but was shot before he could move in any direction, they all dived into the trucks the engines roared and sped off down a narrow lane and headed for out skirts of town. Many years later In the dawn light, twenty kilometre’s south of the mountains a strange calm came over the jungle. The birds were silent and the wind was still. A narrow over grown road wound its way along the valley floor. Ten soldiers moved in a snake like formation working their way along it. Blue gunmetal was evident on both sides of the road. Sergeant Crankshaw scanned behind and turned back to see how his team was operating, but something was wrong, he could feel the hair on the back of neck stand up, instinctively he went low. Rock steady hands and cold hard eyes held their aim. They had waited for the perfect crossfire. The gunfire at close range took three of his men instantly. He thought one of his men had dived into the jungle as he had dived. Then he could see the man running wildly as fear and branches slapped him in the face, stumbled and then got back to his feet. The revolutionaries were not far behind but a lot more sure footed. Like a pack of hunting dogs they went after him. Crankshaw blended into the jungle. He screwed on the silencer to his machine gun, and he could sense something moving behind him. He rolled and flipped his gun to single shot as he aimed the barrel towards the sound. A large beautiful tropical bird, he thought maybe a Toucan crashed upwards breaking through the top of the rainforest. The rain fell into Connors face as he watched the bird disappear skyward. He heard a noise to his left, he looked to see a man who had been a good trainee in peril in the hands of a low life enigma. Crankshaw let one shot hit its mark then vanished from sight. The low life fell without a sound, limp and lifeless, and so did his comrades but with a lot more control in his situation. Crankshaw had had a hard life as a child his father was never home. His mother always had different people around and never had time for him. So at the age of fifteen he left home and joined the army and called that his home. Ten years later he had been though three minor wars if you could call any war minor. He had seen a lot of bad situations get worse, and seemed to always come out unscathed there was some uncanny thing about Crankshaw he was always one step ahead, sort of sixth sense. He had taken on this job because he thought it was going to be easy, lots of pay and easy but he never thought that a revolution would start, he was here for the scenery. His contract was over in two weeks and then he could take care of some other business he had. The bus stopped with the breaks sceaming with the strain, the crowd of people swamped to the bus door bustling each other to the extent that no one person could get on. A gun shot stopped all movement and noise. “Tickets and passports” the bus driver stood at the door pushing the gun back into its holster. Out of the crowd came the woman from the general store she walk right up to the driver and produced the required documents and then dragged her bag up the stairs. With a determined look on his face silicon climbed up the ladder at the back of the bus and tied his board onto the luggage racks. He got onto the bus and flashed his papers there were plenty of seats so he walked down the back and went to sit next to the woman. “There are enough seats on this bus why don’t you sit over there” She said pointing to empty seat. The bus took off with a jolt throwing him back so as to make him stumble in the isle. The day seemed to go by at a slow pace It was a long time to sit in a bus, rough roads, dust, bugs no windows and now darkness racing by out side. He tried to think back to when he had been this uncomfortable before. The bus screech to a halt and the door flew open, men in black move down the center of the isle towards the back. There must have been about twenty five of them, inside and out the bus, Silicon pulled his hood over his face and slouch down in to the seat but it wasn’t he who they wanted. A woman started sceaming as they dragged her out then he saw who she was, he stood up to help her but was knocked down by the butt of a rifle. The last thing he remembered was looking down the barrel of a machine gun and then all went dark and hazy. Chaylon was pushed and shoved as the bus moved off down the mountain and disappeared around the corner. Two of the men had hold of her as she made one last effort, to her it felt like magic the way she broke free the big bloke seemed to topple so easy and with that she dived over the side of the road. Trees and branches flew by at a rate faster than she had expected. Out of control would be the best way to explain it, she could see a light below her as she slid down the steep face. Exploding out of bushes just behind the bus, as it slowed down to go around the next corner. Quickly she jumped up and grabbed a hold of the ladder on the back of the bus and climbed up on the roof and hung on in the darkness as the bus rolled on its old springs at every corner. The wind whistled in her ears as dark shapes in the night and her dreams flashed by. Dark clouds hovered in the distance, with the odd lighting strike going to ground, the wind picked up and the storm was moving up the valley towards mountains. Crankshaw dug in once more, camouflage his only edge. He had followed his assailants from the valley to the mountain road. Saw them stop the bus, then bring the girl out, two more would not be getting Christmas presents this year. He smiled to him self as the band of revolutionary’s realised what had happened to their men.” Leader had his gun out pointing in the direction of area he wanted searched, his men came up with no result “okay we have to travel to the mountains in a straight line” He pointed with the pistol again. The men moved into the jungle he waited until they all walked by, be fore he put his gun back into its holster they knew the rules never cut a branch or make a trail close to the road. Then they all took it in turns taking the lead and cutting a trail though the virgin jungle, a path that was straight only to veer around trees that had stood for centuries, towering up and reaching out for the dark clouds in there majestic grandeur. The vegetation was very dense it seems to hold them, surround them, the jungle had its temporary prisoners and the darkness confirmed that. So they had to stop and make camp for the night. The biting insects never gave up, never ending, finding the flesh, Jake slapped the nape of his neck “what the hell are we doing here” He heard the breach of pistol click, he was looking straight into the barrel of the gun, nothing more was said. They had stopped at the base of a tree “this is it” leader pointed up with the gun to the large branches running parallel to the horizon. One by one the men climbed the tree and bound themselves on. Leader waited until all the men had found their so called beds for the night, he edged his way along to Jake’s spot. Leaders knife flashed in the moon light, it was quick he had cut the rope that held Jake to the tree, then put the boot into his side, before Jake knew what had happened he was falling out of the tree. The first thing Crankshaw did was to mark the place of entry with some rocks, he knew that the rest of the army was just a short hike down into the valley and in the darkness he made his way along road, keeping always to dark side. The bus stopped and the dust kept going, swirling around the headlights. The passengers disembarked if you could call it that, pushing and shoving for the front door, Silicon waited until all the people had left the bus. He jumped down stretching his legs as he moved to the back of the bus where the ladder was and his gear he climbed up and tried pull his surf board back but it did not come easy. Chaylon said “hey what are you doing oh it’s you”. Silicon said “I thought that you were taken by those goons, how did you get away, why did they take you, are you hurt,”. He helped her down from the back of the bus. “yeah I was lucky, but I think they will be coming after me again, can you help me. I need to get to a little town over the mountains. I have get this ” “put it away its not safe” he looked around to see if anyone had notice. “Can you get my gear down for me I’ll just get my bag from the bus” “Yeah sure what have you got” “Oh my surf board and another bag it’s faded pink thanks”. 