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and he was good at it. That’s what made him such a good detective. He
took a sip of his hot black java and patiently waited for his buddy Jack to
arrive, hoping to hear some good news about his hospital visit.
    Looking up, he could
see Jack leisurely coming down the street. Frank shook his head and smiled. He
could never quite figure out how Jack could always be so laidback and calm even
in the midst of some of the most bizarre circumstances. Finally, Jack pulled
out his chair and sat down across from Frank. Catching the eye of the waitress,
he politely greeted her and ordered.
    “Hi there. Coffee,
please. Cream and sugar and an egg bagel toasted with butter. Thanks.”
    Frank looked at him and
teased, “You know, you should drink your coffee black. You ruin it with all
that crap.”
    “Is that a truth?
Should I write that down?”
    Frank lifted his cup in
a mocking toast and said, “Funny. So what did you find out? When we got there,
she wouldn’t or couldn’t talk at all. I hope you fared better.”
    “Well, it is as I
suspected. She was right. The thing that attacked her boyfriend wasn’t human.
It was a demon.”
    After all the years
Frank had spent working with Jack, he kind of figured that it would be
something he didn’t really want to hear about.
    Sarcastically, Frank
responded, “A demon. Of course! What else could it have been?” Changing his
tone a bit, Frank took another sip of his coffee and asked, “What did the girl
say?”
    “It told her that the
spirit of Babylon was coming. It’s a Biblical reference to the spirit of
rebellion that, according to my research, has been growing stronger since the
early 1960’s. Over the last ten years, it has grown exponentially.”
    Jack paused for a
moment as the waitress arrived with his coffee and bagel.
    Frank took a deep
breath and said, “You know I hate this crap. It gives me the creeps. Why can’t
it be some madman that I can track down and put in the slammer? With you, it’s
always got to be a spirit or a demon or whatever. Geez Jack - so now what?”
    Jack knew he had to get
Frank back to more familiar turf so he redirected, “Well, first off, I need you
to pull the file on the Oslow’s. I’ve got a feeling it starts there. What do
you know about these people?”
    Feeling a little more
at home Frank said, “It was before my time, but the story goes that they were
into some strange stuff. They belonged to some weird secret society called The
Sons of Marod or something like that.”
    Jack interrupted,
“Could it be The Sons of Nimrod?”
    “That‘s it Nimrod. The
Sons of Nimrod. You’ve heard of it? Wait a minute. Of course you have.”
    “That explains a lot.
The Sons of Nimrod are an organization based in the Middle East. They believe
in a world without religion; a world where everyone is free to live any way
they want - no rules, no boundaries. The Sons of Nimrod are waiting for a new
world leader, one they believe is coming soon.”
    Frank motioned to the
waitress for a refill. “Before I ask this, I need more caffeine. So, who is
this Nimrod character?”
    Jack pointed at him and
said, “This is why you need to read the Bible. Nimrod was the first leader and
king in recorded history. The ancient historian Josephus says that it was
Nimrod who excited the people of his day to have contempt for God. He was
the grandson of Ham, the son of Noah. He persuaded the people not to
give God credit for their lives or happiness, but to believe that it was
their own courage that procured their happiness.
    “He also gradually
changed the government into tyranny seeing no other way of turning men from
their fear of God into a constant dependence on his power. He said that he
would be revenged on God if He should have a mind to drown the world
again. For that, he would build a tower too high for the waters to be able
to reach and so he built the tower of Babel, which was located near ancient
Babylon. He promised that would avenge himself