Sacred Flesh by Timothy Cavinder

him or not,” Haggai says.
    “He’s running because the second sample must have revealed itself to him. He looked and he has seen inside the sacred flesh. It’s something in all his years of biological work he has never seen, something in all the history of science itself no one has ever seen-but he has seen it, and whatever it looks like he has run with it,” Logo says.
    “We get to Jim Dunbar. We get the second sample then finally we can begin the impregnation process. I don’t care who we run over to get him, just get him. Put everyone out in the field and do it now,” Haggai says.
    “When we find him and we take back the sacred sample, what then of Mr. Dunbar?” Logo asks.
    “Simple enough, kill him!” Haggai shouts.

CHAPTER 39

 
 
    Mr. Dunbar you fool. You are in great jeopardy this very night your life may be taken from you. It is not wise to play games with the Elite . If you had only waited until I could have spoken with you. I could have been of great assistance to you. I could have shown you what’s inside the sacred text. I could have got you out of this mess. But now? Though I will search for your whereabouts I am only one and they are many, odds are Mr. Dunbar that they will find you first and then it will be over, perhaps for both of us.

CHAPTER 40

 
 
    It was simple enough, adorned with a beautiful fresco of the Virgin Mary, the stained glass somewhat faded, a peaceful place to worship as his family had done for generations upon generations. Go Man’s thoughts drift with no clue where to look for Jim Dunbar he finds himself with time, time to remember his grandfather sitting in the wooden pew in front of himself, his mother, two sisters and father. During the mass his mind would wander as is natural for a child. He would gaze up at his grandfather noticing the deep lines running along the back and side of his neck up to the shortly cropped white hair. His grandfather was an affectionate man yet stern and silent. (He would give the children candy on occasion but rarely spoke to or played with them.)
    As a boy he loved how majestic the alter appeared before his eyes, how very old it was his mother told him, how could anything be that old he thought, unable to put his mind around such a large span of time.
    How innocent those times were, he chuckles to himself. He never would have guessed what secret the church held for all those years, but it had not always been a secret, in fact it once had (hundreds of years ago) been widely promoted that this sacred place of worship processed a relic of unbelievable proportion: a snippet of the Savior Himself, having made its way from the Holy Lands during one of the crusades as had so many other relics. But this tiny portion of flesh from the Lord Himself bought the faithful from far and wide who were compelled to fall to their knees in its presences. The church promoted it greatly for many years encouraging travelers to stop and pray homage. No one questioned its authority. No one doubted it at all even when word arrived that a church in the next town too promoted themselves as owners of the very same piece of sacred flesh. How could this be? The priests thought this a mistake, for there can only be one single piece of this sacred flesh, one and one only, yes they assured themselves that they were the true owners.
    Yet time, processing that odd quality of diminishing effect eventually saw a decline in visitors. The relic took a back seat when word spread that seven other churches claimed to have the same piece of sacred flesh. Well, the priests thought perhaps it best to let the issue rest for awhile. Awhile proved a few hundred years. Eventually, in interest of safety the relic found itself locked away in a wall safe in a seldom used office in the undercroft.
    There it remained. No one asked about it. Those that did recall its existence passed away quietly, not thinking it worthwhile to even remind anyone that it was down there locked away.
    His