Heiser-The-Facade - Sparkling Eyes

earth, but as far as being any more specific than that, I'm not sure. If the Watchers of theOld Testament are these beings, there must still be an agenda that involves some type ofgenetic blending—but who knows?""I suppose this isn't the best time to bring this up," Father Benedict interrupted, adistant look on his wrinkled face, "but I didn't mention another Dead Sea text at themeeting that possibly relates to all this.""You're kidding," Brian asked, eyebrows raised in curiosity."Well . . . it's thought to be a Qumran text . . . that hasn't beendetermined yet with any accuracy. No one on the scrolls team has actually seen theoriginal, only a transcription, part of which I've seen. It dates to the first century A.D.""Does it have a name?" Brian asked."It's called the `Apocalypse Scroll."'"Terrific," Neil lamented."It's named that because it contains details of a man's vision of the apocalypse, avision shown to him by an angel.""So what's in it?" Brian urged."One line of it describes Jerusalem under attack by, quote, `thousands of sundisks."'Brian's eyes widened in disbelief. "That sounds like " "Signs in the skies . . . AUFO assault," Neil droned, staring into space."Could that be right?" Brian prodded. "Do you think the text is genuine? "Father Benedict shrugged, the blank expression on his face signifying that he wasmystified by both questions."Neil?" Brian looked over once again to gauge his friend's response, but when hedid so, an involuntary spasm of alarm coursed through him. Neil's face was buried in hishands, his panicked eyes peering out through his fingers."Are you all right . . . Neil?"At first Brian's question met with no response. After a few uncomfortable secondsthe undersecretary's facial expression relaxed and returned to a normal, albeit, gravedisposition. ". . . the Agenda ... ," he whispered, "I . . . I just don't want to believe it. MyGod, what are we up against? ... How can we stop them?"Brian and Father Benedict looked at each other, startled by his prattling."Neil," Brian said calmly, as he reached across the table and placed his hand onhis friend's arm. Neil diverted his gaze to Brian's face. "This is all just a theory, youknow. The first version 1 offered is just as workable. Besides, if this is a harbinger of theend, the Lord's coming is part of it. I peeked at the end of the book of Revelation," headded with a mischievous grin, "and we win."Neil exhaled hard and closed his eyes for a moment. A modest smile creased hislips. "I'm sorry. It's just ..." he tried to continue, searching for the words."Dr. Bandstra," Father Benedict asked softly, "have you seen one of these largercreatures?""No—thank God. If I had, I'd be hustling all of you out of here now. Like I saidbefore, I've never even seen one of the little ones alive. The Colonel has," he added,observing their dubious expressions."I know what you're thinking. I've known him almost ten years, and even thoughmost of the time we haven't seen eye to eye, I've never known him to lie—to me anyway.I can't think of a reason he'd want to. I've been privy to everything you all only learned211