The Movement

The Movement

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. . . Mamud came forward, pulling out a pistol. It was a 38. Joel slowly took the weapon, holding it sideways, staring at it intently as if he were studying it. It felt heavy, as if fully loaded. Mamud looked firmly into his face. His militaristic features more pronounced than ever. a€œIf he comes to the gate tonight, as he often does during these shortened days, that will be the time to silence him.a€ He shook his head slowly. Unlike at Rajneesh, he had a hateful look toward Mamud. At that moment, he realized that he never liked Mamud. Since his first day here, when he was so rudely frisked by him outside the city gates, he had a fearful contempt of the man. a€œAnd Joel, Ia€™ll be with you.a€ His words gave him no comfort. But he hadna€™t expected that. If he couldna€™t go through with it, Mamud would do the job. It was dark by now, the sun setting so early in November. Milo would probably be at the gate within an hour. a€œListen Joel.a€ Added Rajneesh. a€œWea€™ll testify on your behalf. You did it out of self-defense. You got into an argument with Milo. He assaulted you. You shot him out of fear for your own safety.a€ Mamud affirmed Rajneesh words. Joela€™s eyes went slowly from Rajneesh to the floor. a€œIf the evil press, and the wicked lawyers crucify you, your sacrifice will be supreme!a€ Said Rajneesh. a€œBlessed are you when men speak falsely against you, reviling your name as evil. For great is your reward in Heaven.a€ a€œBlessed are you Joel!a€ Proclaimed everyone in unison. As the Inner Circle slowly rose to leave the room in sadness, each one hugged Joel tightly as if for the last time. Sheila could not hug him, but turned her face away from him in his hour of need. As they filtered out, Rajneesh quietly called for Mamud to stay for a few moments. Once outside, Sandu put his arm around Joel. Both men walked slowly, saying nothing. Sheila walked a ways behind, beginning to emotionally distance herself from him. Suddenly, Sandu stopped. a€œJo-el. Wait here for me.a€ Joel nodded weakly. His eyes were dim and cloudy. a€œI need to ask Rajneesh one more thing.a€ He was the only one in the group who had reservations about this mission. Joel stood motionless in the cold deathly dark night, looking into the threatening skies. He was all alone, much as he had been before this all began. He felt so lonely. He was totally lost. Tears began to flow again. a€œOh God, a€ he prayed quietly into the darkened sky, a€œI feel so lonely.a€ Ia€™m scared! I thought I would find your presence here, but now Ia€™m not so sure anymore. Please be with me tonight.a€ The words came so childlike, sincere. He hadna€™t prayed such a prayer since he was an innocent child. As Sandu headed back up to the Upper Room, he heard voices. a€œDamn! Ia€™ve got my listening device on. It must be Mamud and Rajneesh.a€ The Upper Room had been bugged earlier this summer. He could barely hear the conversation. Rajneesh: a€œWhether Joel kills him or not, hea€™s not to return.a€ Mamud: a€œOf course.a€ Rajneesh: a€œJoel will be framed for the murder. Just so he doesna€™t have the possibility of implicating me, his life must end.a€ Mamud: No response. Rajneesh: a€œWea€™ll make it look like a fight between the two ended both of their lives. No witnesses. No problems.a€ Mamud: a€œHe believed your speech about being a martyr instead of a patsy.a€ Rajneesh: a€œI like him, but hea€™s gullible. Our agenda must move forward.a€ Mamud: a€œYes Master.a€ Rajneesh: a€œAre you sure Milo wona€™t be armed tonight?a€ Mamud: (laugh). a€œThe only thing in his arsenal is a silly Bible. I doubt if that will stop my 38.a€ Sandu quickly rushed back downstairs, hoping no one had seen him lingering near the Upper Room. Joel was sadly and prayerfully waiting for him to return with Mamud. Sandu appeared first. His face was ashen. He was overly anxious, sweating profusely. He hugged JoeHmmm, all of this and heaven too, she thought, pleased by the sophisticated presence he brought into the room. a€œPlace looks nice ... a€œAnd your orange ruffi?a€ a€œ Great. ... He was a good friend of Darlenea#39;s boss at a law firm where she worked.

Title:The Movement
Author:Laurence Joel Joy
Publisher:Xlibris Corporation - 2009-04-09


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