Sabina's Pursuit of The Holy Grail

As we reached the tunnels below, I realised that expelling the psionic shock to knock the guard unconscious had jumbled up my memory. Because of the psionic blast, I had forgotten the layout of the tunnels. But I could sense the Zeto Crystal, and it gave me a general sense of direction. We moved as fast and silently as we could, until a discomforting feeling overtook my senses. The feeling that we were not alone. I sensed four males ahead of us, and, as we got closer, I could hear them.

I recognised the voices of Martin Al-Sham and Ben Yehuda, although I couldn’t make out what they were saying. I was annoyed at myself for not learning the local language before I set out on my mission. My heightened intelligence, would enable me to learn any language in less than a month. Yet I had been too careless to learn Hebrew before setting out on my mission.

I turned to Simona and whispered. “What are they saying?”

She responded, “I am not sure. They seem to be speaking in riddles. One of the men is speaking in bad Hebrew,” she replied.

“But why are they speaking in Hebrew if they are not good at it?” I asked.

“Maybe they know that you are listening, and they don’t want you to know what they are talking about.” Simona replied.

Simona’s words struck me to the core of my being. Maybe she was right, and I was the one being played by my opponents. I didn’t have much time contemplating this option, as I could hear the men approaching our position. We snuck into a small side tunnel, which was a dead-end but hidden from the main tunnel. I hoped that they wouldn’t find us there, or we were in trouble for. On the bright side, why would they come looking for us here?

I spotted Ben Yehuda, Martin Al-Sham and the two other Templars walking past us, in the main tunnel. When the coast was clear, I led Simona in the direction where I could sense that the Zeto Crystal was located. We made our way to a tiny room, illuminated with glowing markings on the wall, full of strange alien symbols.