Speaker 1: This footage is going to change everything, Darius. It's the
Speaker 1: biggest scoop you'll ever get your hands on. And my
Speaker 1: close friend James told me he was sending a few
Speaker 1: encrypted files over my office laptop for review. I really
Speaker 1: didn't think much of it at the time. James has
Speaker 1: always been a kind of sensationalist, touting stories being larger
Speaker 1: than they really are for the entire time I've known him.
Speaker 1: Of course, he successfully managed to make sure our paper
Speaker 1: can grab a few exclusives before the other big names
Speaker 1: in the city, so I knew his intel was not
Speaker 1: always bad. I just simply didn't understand the significance of
Speaker 1: this until I got a different phone call alerting me
Speaker 1: that our downtown office building was on fire. I was
Speaker 1: in the middle of dinner with my girlfriend, but she
Speaker 1: understood why I had to drop everything. Our entire business
Speaker 1: was depending on saving as many laptops and documents as
Speaker 1: I could the blaze. I could see it from about
Speaker 1: a quarter block away. The fired started somewhere near the
Speaker 1: fifth floor. It didn't occur to me at the time
Speaker 1: that was where James's cubicle was located. The fire department
Speaker 1: did their best to stop the inferno, but they refused
Speaker 1: to let me rush in to save our devices. All
Speaker 1: I could do was watch as they doused the flames
Speaker 1: and continue to make sure the area was roped off.
Speaker 1: It was an excruciatingly long twenty minutes. Now I was
Speaker 1: on the phone about three times with my boss chewing
Speaker 1: me out that I didn't try to supersede the first
Speaker 1: responders and get into the building. Once they gave us
Speaker 1: the all clear, I covered my mouth and rushed up
Speaker 1: the smoldering staircase to our offices, fully expecting to see
Speaker 1: the majority of it torched. I told myself I was
Speaker 1: ready for that inevitability, but seeing all of our offices
Speaker 1: and file cabinets and camera equipment turned into the jar
Speaker 1: flooded me with anxiety and despair. After trying my best
Speaker 1: to avoid having an anxiety attack, I began to search
Speaker 1: through the wreckage for anything that survived, picking apart the
Speaker 1: black and rubble and watching as electronic devices crumbled in
Speaker 1: my hands with heartbreaking But I did manage to salvage
Speaker 1: a few things here and there, and it's the rubble.
Speaker 1: I told the firefighters we wanted a full report about
Speaker 1: what caused the blaze, and went home late that evening,
Speaker 1: feeling dejected and defeated about the experience as a whole.
Speaker 1: But I never would have imagined a few hours later
Speaker 1: that I would also be adding fear intrepidation to the list.
Speaker 1: It had to be at least two in the morning
Speaker 1: when James pounded on my apartment door. I live in
Speaker 1: a very small complex just south of the river. Unless
Speaker 1: my coworkers have been there a few times times, but
Speaker 1: never at this hour. I groggily asked what he wanted,
Speaker 1: but instead of responding, he barged into my apartment and
Speaker 1: laid down a few stacks of papers. He went to
Speaker 1: the fire. Of course, you did good, and it'll be
Speaker 1: easier to explain. Then it's gone, Darius. I was still
Speaker 1: trying to wake up and ask him what he meant,
Speaker 1: to which he pointed at one of his stacks of
Speaker 1: paperwork and answered, the video footage I snagged, the one
Speaker 1: I told you was going to change the world. I
Speaker 1: was just at the office trying to see if there
Speaker 1: was anything you recover from the inferno, and it's simply gone.
Speaker 1: You mean your laptop got burned. I mean, that's it's
Speaker 1: no shocker. The majority of the stuff on the floor did,
Speaker 1: I commented, as I went to pour some coffee. His
Speaker 1: wild eyed look told me that I needed to be
Speaker 1: fully awake to hear whatever he was about to tell me.
Speaker 1: It was stolen, I'm sure of it. Most of it
Speaker 1: was in my cubicle. I could recognize it against the
Speaker 1: rest of the debris, but I didn't see anything it
Speaker 1: looked like my laptop, So I brought the paper copies
Speaker 1: here to give you a look. It's not the same,
Speaker 1: but he could help us find another version of the evidence. Maybe, James,
Speaker 1: you're not making much sense, are you saying the fire
Speaker 1: was intentional? The only reason these arsonists would risk jail
Speaker 1: time was to destroy your stuff, not the rest of it.
Speaker 1: What story could you possibly have that would be worth
Speaker 1: that much? I said, as I went over to the
Speaker 1: first stack and started to sort through the papers he
Speaker 1: brought a lot of it was charts and biological scans.
Speaker 1: A few sheets down I noticed strange geometric designs and patterns,
Speaker 1: the kind of thing that you might associate with the occult.
Speaker 1: What what exactly is all this? Remember how I told
Speaker 1: you that I had a contact in Europe a few
Speaker 1: months ago, someone that was a whistleblower. He said, pointing
Speaker 1: to the next part of the document that was written
Speaker 1: and would look like Latin. I forgive me, but I
Speaker 1: haven't slept since then. Can you just get to the point.
Speaker 1: Tell me what this supposed conspiracy is all about. James
Speaker 1: took the second stack and showed me a transcript with
Speaker 1: a seal that I immediately recognized. My defector was from the Vatican,
Speaker 1: worked in the archives. Actually, he told me a deacon
Speaker 1: that defected. I guess that's a headline. I started to
Speaker 1: read through the transcript, bit perplexed by what the document
Speaker 1: was claiming. The Vatican representative had some crazy out there ideas,
Speaker 1: especially about angels and demons. I stopped reading when the
Speaker 1: interviewer claimed that these supernatural beings walked among us. Please
Speaker 1: tell me you didn't believe this pile of horseshit, I said,
Speaker 1: giving him a dry look. Immediately, James went on the offensive.
Speaker 1: This is exactly why I needed the video files. They
Speaker 1: said they would send them discreetly, but the fire proved otherwise.
Speaker 1: Don't you see the attack on our office proves that
Speaker 1: I was onto something here, James insisted. I finally got
Speaker 1: a chance to look at the clock. It was nearly
Speaker 1: three am in the morning. My patients hit its limit. Okay,
Speaker 1: let's talk about this tomorrow and you sleep, so do you.
Speaker 1: We can present your findings to the boss when we
Speaker 1: have lunch. James shuffled the papers together, giving me an
Speaker 1: ugly look. You think this is nonsense. You can be
Speaker 1: saying that if you saw what I saw, the found
Speaker 1: footage was raw proof of this cover up, he growled
Speaker 1: as he gathered what he'd brought. A few of the
Speaker 1: stray papers fell to the floor as he hurried out
Speaker 1: of my apartment. I wanted you to see this first,
Speaker 1: that you would be on my side. Now coming here
Speaker 1: was a mistake. You're no different than the rest, he
Speaker 1: snarled as he slammed my door shut. I leaned over
Speaker 1: and picked up the papers he'd brought. One included a
Speaker 1: few names of a clinical trial in Boston. Another was
Speaker 1: a sigil that reminded me of the Knight's templar, and
Speaker 1: the third looked like it was a page ripped from
Speaker 1: the Da Vinci Code. I couldn't help but chuckle at
Speaker 1: the similarities to his Wild Goose Chase in that famous book.
Speaker 1: Then I crumpled them all together and tossed them in
Speaker 1: my trash dispenser. I went to bed angry and disappointed
Speaker 1: in James, but also fearful because of what he claimed
Speaker 1: about the arson. There were other conspiracy nuts willing to
Speaker 1: hurt us because of this footage, and if it's one
Speaker 1: group of people I knew not to piss off, it
Speaker 1: was the crazy religious ones. I got up to make
Speaker 1: sure my door was locked, then somehow found a way
Speaker 1: to get to sleep. For reasons I couldn't explain yet,
Speaker 1: my dreams were troubled and filled with strange imagery of
Speaker 1: demonic spirits and angels chanting in the name of God.
Speaker 1: Neither sight was pleasant to behold. The angelic host actually
Speaker 1: frightened me more. I got perhaps an hour and a
Speaker 1: half of sleep before I was rudely awakened again, this
Speaker 1: time by the police. Two junior detectives were at my doorstep,
Speaker 1: alerting me to the fact that James had been found dead.
Speaker 1: What Mammau felt dry the moment they gave me the news,
Speaker 1: and my mind flashed back to the strange conspiracies that
Speaker 1: he'd tried to convince me of. Looking like it was
Speaker 1: a suicide. There's nobody references you and says, uh, why
Speaker 1: we're here, The first officer explained, What did it say,
Speaker 1: I asked, But the officers told me they weren't at
Speaker 1: liberty to say. They told me that nothing had been
Speaker 1: found near his body, which troubled me even more, and
Speaker 1: then added there was still going to be an investigation
Speaker 1: because the circumstances were suspicious. What do you mean, I asked, Oh,
Speaker 1: there are a few marks on his back that didn't
Speaker 1: look like they were self inflicted, so can't help but
Speaker 1: to wonder if perhaps someone forced him to write the
Speaker 1: note before, also making sure he didn't survive the night.
Speaker 1: The second officer explained, I asked them to keep me
Speaker 1: in the loop about anything they find, and the two
Speaker 1: of them bid me a good night, leaving me alone
Speaker 1: in the morbid thought that James's conspiracy had likely been
Speaker 1: the reason for his death. I didn't believe him to
Speaker 1: be a suicidal person, and the fact the police mentioned
Speaker 1: that nothing was found near him troubled me. He had
Speaker 1: gone through the trouble of trying to collect all of
Speaker 1: his papers before he left here, and yet not a
Speaker 1: scrap of evidence existed. Someone was trying to make sure
Speaker 1: that the whispers of this bizarre angelic tale he spun
Speaker 1: to me would never see the light of dadny. I
Speaker 1: reached it in my trash and plucked out the papers
Speaker 1: that had been discarded in his haste. I was going
Speaker 1: to find out the truth. I realized that I would
Speaker 1: need to do my own research into this mystery. I
Speaker 1: didn't even attempt to sleep again, for fear that whoever
Speaker 1: attacked and murdered James might find me next. Instead, I
Speaker 1: spent the last dreary hours before daylight trying to find
Speaker 1: anything I could on the clinical trials near Boston. I
Speaker 1: figured it was the best lead from the papers James
Speaker 1: had given me, but it still proved difficult to discover
Speaker 1: anything related to the names. Eventually, I did stumble across
Speaker 1: a few names that seemed to connect to a nursing
Speaker 1: home just past the river. So, without much else going on,
Speaker 1: I drove there at first light with coffee in my hand.
Speaker 1: All the while I had the image of James in
Speaker 1: my head, strangled from a belt dangling above his bed.
Speaker 1: While the police didn't tell me precisely how he died,
Speaker 1: the image I had conjured up felt accurate, and I
Speaker 1: had a preminent that someone bearing the tattoo of the
Speaker 1: sigil from the other paper was the one responsible. Now
Speaker 1: it was a simple matter of bringing them to justice.
Speaker 1: The nursing home actually proved to be not only for
Speaker 1: the elderly, but also developmentally disabled adults, and I soon
Speaker 1: discovered the three individuals I came searching for fit this category.
Speaker 1: All of them were in their late twenties or early thirties,
Speaker 1: all men, and all of them looked like they had
Speaker 1: been brutally tortured at one time or another. Most of
Speaker 1: their mental capacity seemed gone, because as I tried to
Speaker 1: communicate all I found where the three were in vegetative states.
Speaker 1: Excuse me, but are you family, a nurse asked, as
Speaker 1: I tried to get one of them to respond to
Speaker 1: my prompts. I'm sorry, No, I came here as part
Speaker 1: of an insurance case, I said, thinking fast on my feet.
Speaker 1: I knew that these people value privacy and one wrong
Speaker 1: thing could get me thrown out insurance. We were told
Speaker 1: that was resolved last year, She said, skeptically, it's a review.
Speaker 1: Can you tell me what happened to this client, I asked,
Speaker 1: pointing to one of the comotos. Look, just because you
Speaker 1: have huge money from friends in the Holy City doesn't
Speaker 1: mean you can do whatever you want. You've hurt these
Speaker 1: people enough, the nurse said, growing louder and more irate.
Speaker 1: A holy city do you mean the Vatican? I asked
Speaker 1: as I recalled the sigil. Now I knew where I
Speaker 1: had seen it before, on a crest and an old
Speaker 1: movie connected to that place. James had claimed his source
Speaker 1: came from there as well. Do you have any records
Speaker 1: of when they were first brought here? I asked, But
Speaker 1: the nurse had apparently already figured out I didn't belong
Speaker 1: and started to walk to find a supervisor. It's time
Speaker 1: for me to disappear. I went the opposite direction, searching
Speaker 1: for the record department and making sure they didn't see
Speaker 1: which way I went. When I did find the right room,
Speaker 1: I started to pour through the files, trying to find
Speaker 1: the names that were connected to those trials. I did
Speaker 1: find them. I immediately started to see connections written in
Speaker 1: their first data here at the home. For one thing,
Speaker 1: all of them were registered as being originally from Europe,
Speaker 1: you know, actual birth data or anything related to their
Speaker 1: time before coming to America, almost as if they didn't
Speaker 1: exist at all, or had been created the moment they
Speaker 1: came here. Where had they been before, that why the
Speaker 1: Vatican sent them here. I also noticed that all of
Speaker 1: them shared a similar tattoo on the right ankle. Reminded
Speaker 1: me of that sigil and I recognized as being connected
Speaker 1: to the Holy City. Along with the tattoo, each client
Speaker 1: had scars in their back, both the left and the
Speaker 1: right all the way down. Scars reminded me of what
Speaker 1: you might see if you plucked the wings off of
Speaker 1: a bird. As much as I didn't want to even
Speaker 1: fathom the possibility of James being correct about his strange conpiracy,
Speaker 1: it was almost sounding plausible. I decided to try one
Speaker 1: last thing before leaving the home. Returning to the comotose
Speaker 1: woman that I had been speaking with earlier, I showed
Speaker 1: her the sigil, asking if she had ever seen it before,
Speaker 1: But I didn't anticipate her visceral reaction to my inquiry.
Speaker 1: She actually started to shake and act like she was
Speaker 1: having a seizure and moan, and then she startled me
Speaker 1: and grabbed my arms, her nails digging into my flesh
Speaker 1: as she gargled incoherent words. She spat and foamed against
Speaker 1: my face, pinning me to the floor. I found myself
Speaker 1: shocked to this elderly woman even had such strength. I
Speaker 1: pushed her away, scrambling to stand and protect myself. As
Speaker 1: she kept trying to prottact me. Was as if she
Speaker 1: was possessed the superhuman and strength behind me. A few
Speaker 1: orderlies pushed me aside and sedated her as a new
Speaker 1: nurse walked in, giving me a judgmental look. You're from
Speaker 1: the insurance, you said, he asked as I was escorted
Speaker 1: to their office. I guess in that story isn't sticking,
Speaker 1: I realized as soon as I saw two police officers.
Speaker 1: Everyone was waiting for me to give an answer. They
Speaker 1: could get me out of this mess instead. Before they
Speaker 1: led me into the office, I bolted in the other direction.
Speaker 1: Not my best reaction, I could hear them frantic to
Speaker 1: find me. I hid in a linen closet and listened
Speaker 1: for the noises to die down. Then I snuck out
Speaker 1: towards the eastern wing in my car. I was just
Speaker 1: about to leave the place entirely when the nurse from
Speaker 1: earlier spotted me. I was certain she was about to
Speaker 1: squeal again, but instead she passed me a small copper key.
Speaker 1: There's a storage center over in midtown, big one box
Speaker 1: three or six. That's where you'll find the remaining footage.
Speaker 1: To get out of here before they find out you
Speaker 1: were here, she insisted. I heard the shouting coming from
Speaker 1: another part of the wing and wasted no time to
Speaker 1: appreciate her gift, racing to my car and then getting
Speaker 1: away from the building before more enforcement was called. As
Speaker 1: I got on the highway, I finally found myself able
Speaker 1: to calm down. Everything was spinning out of control inside
Speaker 1: my hand. It was clear to me now that the
Speaker 1: people at the home had been experimented on somehow, their
Speaker 1: superhuman abilities weren't explainable any other way. I needed to
Speaker 1: get to the heart of the matter, I thought, as
Speaker 1: I glanced at the key that I'd been given. The
Speaker 1: nurse had mentioned tapes, so I automatically connected it to
Speaker 1: the footage that James had died for. Apparently there was more.
Speaker 1: I wasted no time, making it to the storage center
Speaker 1: to find out, telling them which box I was searching,
Speaker 1: and opening it without a second thought. Inside I found
Speaker 1: only two dusty VHS tapes, both marked with Hebrew letters,
Speaker 1: and right below them someone had hastily scrawled the translations
Speaker 1: all the same word Penuel. I took them and left
Speaker 1: for anyone was the wiser. On my drive back to
Speaker 1: my apartment, I researched where to buy a VCR and
Speaker 1: the meaning behind the Hebrew word Penuel was said to
Speaker 1: be the spot where a Bible character Jacob wrestled with
Speaker 1: an angel all night. A verse said that it was
Speaker 1: called the face of God. Some sources said that you
Speaker 1: could still go to the spot in the modern day
Speaker 1: and see a glimpse of the supernatural. I didn't believe
Speaker 1: that nonsense, but I found it interesting that these tapes
Speaker 1: were connected again to James's claim of angelic experiments. The
Speaker 1: Vatican was hiding something. Intent to find out what. It
Speaker 1: took me a few hours to find the right pawnshop
Speaker 1: that sold a VCR, but I sped back to my
Speaker 1: apartment right after. I felt certain that the forces which
Speaker 1: had already taken out James, were watching me, so I
Speaker 1: immediately started to watch the tapes. I'll do my best
Speaker 1: to record what I saw, but I dared not to
Speaker 1: repeat the experience. The first video started out quite boring.
Speaker 1: I was not sure what I was looking at because
Speaker 1: most of the people were speaking Spanish and Arabic, with
Speaker 1: only minimal English from the cameraman. I took notes. Because
Speaker 1: the video was so scratchy, I knew that it would
Speaker 1: likely be impossible to reproduce. It was clear whoever it
Speaker 1: created it wasn't intending it to be used for anything
Speaker 1: besides revealing the secrets that the Holy City had covered up.
Speaker 1: The cameraman was also extremely nervous because it often was
Speaker 1: difficult for him to keep his filming steady, and when
Speaker 1: I could see even without the language I'm understood was terrifying.
Speaker 1: The man had discreetly placed himself with a camera inside
Speaker 1: one of the patient words from the hospital I had visited,
Speaker 1: allowing him to observe visitors coming by and checking on
Speaker 1: the comatos woman. They would examine the scars on her
Speaker 1: back or try to get her to vomit, but I
Speaker 1: couldn't tell you why. The cameraman made a note that
Speaker 1: the scars showed no signs of healing, and that this
Speaker 1: was a good thing as long as she doesn't sprout
Speaker 1: or remains safe, he explained in a low tone. The
Speaker 1: next few images proved me with a detailed look of
Speaker 1: the secluded room which the man was hiding in. Apparently
Speaker 1: it was right next to the room where I had
Speaker 1: attempted to speak to the woman myself, and the mirror
Speaker 1: that was facing her was in fact a false one,
Speaker 1: allowing the cameraman easy access to anything within. But staye
Speaker 1: as long as necessary. He told whoever he intended his
Speaker 1: video for, and then placed the camera down and lay
Speaker 1: on the cold stone floor. I became alarmed when sounds
Speaker 1: of whales filled the video, and so the camera had
Speaker 1: caught the woman leaning back on her bed and screaming
Speaker 1: towards the ceiling. She would rear her head back, then
Speaker 1: scratch at her back as best she could, and keep
Speaker 1: shrieking for help, but none of the nurses came to
Speaker 1: visit her. The first part was the worst of all.
Speaker 1: Showed her trembling on the floor. A dim light seeped
Speaker 1: through a glass window above. Her body was bare. Two
Speaker 1: doctors watched in awe as she underwent the transformation. The
Speaker 1: cameraman and I both found ourselves holding back a gasp
Speaker 1: as the woman grew white wings from her back. They
Speaker 1: spread almost as wide as the room. The doctor shouted
Speaker 1: at each other in excitement and sedated their newly formed creature,
Speaker 1: dragging her out of the room. The second video looked
Speaker 1: like it was filmed on a ship. The cameraman had
Speaker 1: somehow stowed aboard the vessel and kicked open a door
Speaker 1: to reveal what looked like dozens of cages, all of
Speaker 1: which had more strange mutated people inside. All of them
Speaker 1: were weeping and gnawing at themselves, unable to stop the
Speaker 1: angelic transformation that was happening to their body. The man
Speaker 1: was talking in a low whisper, explaining that the ship
Speaker 1: was headed for the Vatican's secret lab, somewhere in the
Speaker 1: sewers of that holy city. There they'll try to unlock
Speaker 1: the secrets of Heaven again, and the ones that don't
Speaker 1: belong will be cast down. His video showed that the
Speaker 1: experiments seemed more successful on men, and he speculated this
Speaker 1: was connected to the biblical references to masculinity and angels.
Speaker 1: He also mentioned a man who was purchasing these people
Speaker 1: from stateside hospitals and selling them sinners, forgotten people that
Speaker 1: no one cares to look for. They're trying to make gods.
Speaker 1: They camera men whispered. The footage ended as he told
Speaker 1: the unseen audience that he would send him more when
Speaker 1: he arrived at the Vatican, and it was apparent that
Speaker 1: James was the recipient. As I finished them, I came
Speaker 1: to grips with the awfulness these experiments and what they revealed.
Speaker 1: The people in charge of representing God were making monsters.
Speaker 1: He took them and I tossed them in the dumpster,
Speaker 1: tearing out as much the tape as I could. No
Speaker 1: one would ever see these horrors. I couldn't help but
Speaker 1: feel guilt creep into my soul. My friend died for this,
Speaker 1: so many would keep being tortured and experimented on because
Speaker 1: of my silence. But I'm just one man against a
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