Padlock Holmes Adventure by Pastor Jim Allen and Paddy the Golden Doodle
Episode 2: The Mission
The Debriefing at 35,000 Feet
The hum of the G650’s engines provided a low, vibrating bass line as
Padlock Holmes and I sat in the plush cabin of the government transport. On the
mahogany table between us sat two heavy, foam-lined cases stamped with the CIA
seal.
“Go on, Dad,” Padlock said, his meerschaum pipe unlit out of respect for
the oxygen sensors. “Open them. Let’s see if Director Radcliffe’s memory of
your ‘ammunition needs’ matches the reality of the man I thought only pastored
and formerly taught fiber optics and wrestled sheep in Wisconsin.”
I clicked the latches of the first case. To Padlock, it seemed like a
scene from a John Wick movie. With the cold, rhythmic precision of a man
who had done this a thousand times in a former life, I began to suit up.
I slid a Glock 17L—the long slide for maximum accuracy—equipped
with a sleek silencer into my shoulder holster. Next, a subcompact Glock 26
went into the ankle holster. Finally, I checked the glass on a Gen 5 Glock
19 with COA Aimpoint sights and slid it into the holster at the
small of my back.
“Unified 9mm logistics,” I muttered, more to myself than to him. “As an
engineer, I don’t like noisy signals. These three all speak the same language.”
“What’s that mean, Dad?” Paddy asked.
“They all use Glock 9mm interchangeable magazines. The last thing at my
age is I don’t want to be fumbling through my ‘go bag’ for the correct
magazines.”
I then checked the action on the Henry H27 Bronze Homesteader Rifle.
I ran my hand over the metal, feeling the familiar weight of the bronze
receivers. It was equipped with Venom optics and a silencer. It is my
favorite 9mm rifle which accepts Glock magazines as well. Also included in the
foam case was something very special: it was an MX-1 Conversion Kit from
Meta Tactical. It allows me to take my Glock 26 and convert it into a
Tactical Rifle with sights and a forward grip, should we be in close action
work.
Finally, I see Radcliffe knew of my use of the Henry Axe .410. It
can be scabbarded in a long coat and may be necessary should we ever deal with
overwhelming forces.
“What history have you not told me about, Dad?” Padlock asked, his golden
eyes narrowing.
“A story for another day, Padlock,” I replied. “But looky here...” I
opened a third, smaller case. “Evidently, the agency thought you should be
armed as well. Radcliffe mentioned they were working on something.”
I pulled out what looked like a perfect replica of Padlock’s Notre Dame
dog collar. Attached to it was a small, titanium-cased transducer.
“A dog collar?” Padlock exclaimed, his ears twitching.
“It’s more than just a dog collar,” I explained. “It’s rigged with enough
voltage to incapacitate an assailant without hurting you... theoretically.” I
grinned. “And this little piece here? It’s a bone-conduction link. It’ll
let us speak sub-vocally directly into each other’s inner ear. No radio noise
for the enemy to intercept.”
“Let’s get back to the collar… theoretically?” Padlock asked, his voice
rising an octave.
“Yes, they aren’t sure they’ve worked out all the bugs, but you should be
good. It worked most of the time in the lab.”
“Most of the time? Meaning sometimes the test dogs were rendered...
incapacitated?” Paddy responded nervously.
“Something like that,” I answered with a smile, snapping the collar
around his neck and feeling the link sync with the transducer behind my own
ear. “Hey, you wanted the adventurous life, Padlock!”
The Jerusalem Connection
A screen descended from the bulkhead. Director Radcliffe’s face appeared
via a secure link. “Pastor, Padlock, listen carefully. ‘The Scholar’ is chasing
the Yahuda MS 7. These are the original manuscripts of Sir Isaac
Newton, currently held at the National Library of Israel.”
“Newton wasn’t just the father of physics,” Padlock explained, his voice
now clear and resonant through the bone-conduction link. “He was a master of
eschatology… end times theology. In Yahuda MS 7, he noticed the word χρονους
(chronous; khron-oos), meaning ‘times’ or ‘seasons.’ He calculated a
specific date for the end of the age based on the dimensions of the Temple. He
saw the Temple as a mathematical model ‘scale of time. I will explain more
later.”
“In any event, Sir Isaac focused on the year 800 or 803 AD,” I added, my
eyes narrowing. “The coronation of Charlemagne by Pope Leo III on
Christmas Day in 800 AD—though some chronologies suggest the legal
consolidation of the First Reich wasn’t fully set until 803. Newton saw that
three-year discrepancy as a ‘Delta’ in the prophetic frequency. He expected an
End Times event sometime between 2060 and 2063 AD.”
“Now, keep in mind, Padlock,” I cautioned, checking the Aimpoint
on the Glock 19. “Jesus was clear in Matthew 24:36 that ‘concerning
that day and hour no one knows, not even the angels of heaven, nor the Son, but
the Father only.’ We aren’t in the business of setting a calendar date, but
that doesn’t mean we are called to be blind. The Word gives us the ‘signs of
the times’ so we can calculate the season and the range of years. Newton knew
that the ‘day and the hour’ is a lock known only by God, but the 1,260-year
range is the map.”
“The Scholar is a student of power,” I continued. “Like so many leaders
of the past, he believes that a crisis should never go to waste without
advancing one’s personal objectives. He’s looking to manufacture a false End
Times event to force the world to look to him for order. People are weak and
they will often look to the Temporal before the Spiritual, especially if the
Spiritual seems to bless the Temporal. This is the history of the world—the ‘Leo
III type’ trap. They want a King they can see, even if he’s a counterfeit.”
“And ‘The Scholar’ believes those calculations are the key to the digital
coordinates to discover the ναος (naos; nah-os—Inner Sanctuary)
below the Temple Mount,” I continued. “He’s trying to build a ‘Temporal Reich’
that mimics the True Temple. For believers, the True Temple is found in 1
Corinthians 3:16.”
“Precisely,” Radcliffe said. “The Yahuda MS 7 isn’t on a shelf; it’s
in a high-security vault in the library’s basement. If he gets those papers, he
can trigger a global collapse and offer himself as the ‘Restrainer or false
peacemaker.’ You land at Ben Gurion in six hours. Your contact, Rachel
Ben-Zvi, is working with Mossad and will meet you at the gate. She’ll be
holding a sign that says, ‘Welcome Dr. Newton.’”
Padlock adjusted his deerstalker. “Dad, we aren’t just looking for an old
piece of paper. We are looking for the סוד (sod; sohd)—the
additional secret counsel Newton hid in alchemical symbols in the margins. I
hope your aim is as sharp as your theology.”
I looked at the CIA cases, checked the Venom optic on my Henry and
the Aimpoint on my Glock 19, and then looked at Padlock. “By God’s
Providence, Padlock, I hope we don’t have to use these tools.”
Tune in next week for: The Library of Secrets!
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