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Turkey.”
    “An entire city? Is that what you think?”
    “Something’s down there. That’s a fact. But to what degree I can only surmise.” She leaned forward, her face stern. “That temple we discovered is fourteen thousand years old. And there’s no doubt that a temple such as this one—one that dwarfs the likes of the Great Pyramids of Egypt—would not sit alone. I believe the arterial that Hillary discovered may lead to a network of tunnels that lead to a city buried beneath the sands.”
    “You get all that from the discovery of one tunnel?”
    “No. I get that from the clues of the temple.” Her appearance remained hard and determined, the creases of her brow deepening. “The temple of Eden was made up entirely of black silica, a product found half way across the planet. After what we discovered inside that ship lying in the Yucatan Peninsula, then matching the archaic script from that ship to the writings discovered on the walls of Eden, there’s no doubt that Eden was created by the same type of lost technology. The question is: does the temple of Eden sit alone? And I’m banking that it doesn’t. In fact, I think Eden is the centerpiece of a magnificent city. Remember how the walls shifted by weights and balances?”
    He nodded.
    “Doorways were always opening and closing, always revealing new passageways.”
    “If what you say is true, if you believe Eden to be the centerpiece of man’s first great civilization, then it could be incredibly massive.”
    “The temple of Eden easily dwarfed Cheops and was made entirely of black silica that housed the most treasured idols of our time, the bodies of the Primaries, the parents of mankind. Historically speaking, the largest temples have always served as the central point of every civilization from Giza to Mesoamerica. I don’t think Eden is any different. It is the centerpiece of something much larger.”
    “And you think Hillary knows this?”
    “Hillary is a brilliant man. So the answer is ‘yes.’ He’s thinking the same way I am. I’m sure. I’ll bet he’s salivating at the thought that somewhere underneath lies a city far greater than Troy.”
    “If this is the case, then it would take decades to unearth.”
    She nodded. “But it’s well worth the task, don’t you think? But another question arises.”
    “And what’s that?”
    “There may be things down there that have gone undisturbed for centuries, perhaps millenniums. What if we upset the balance that had gone untouched on for ages?”
    “Then we accept the challenge.”
    “At the potential cost of human life?”
    “This time we’ll be better prepared,” he told her. “We at least know what could be down there.”
    She fell back in her seat just as dinner arrived. After the waiter set the plates down and left, the conversation continued.
     “It’ll be a completely different ecosystem down there,” she continued. “The environment will be one that has morphed to fit its surroundings after the implosion.”
    John was pleased to hear her talk like this, with passion and love for what she did, talking like an archeologist filled with enthusiasm. “Then we’ll adapt,” he finally told her. Like anything else in life, you either adapt or die.
    She picked up her fork, stabbed a piece of meat, and held the morsel inches away from her mouth. “I hope we can,” she said. “But we both know the same thing about Eden.”
    “You want to jog my memory?”
    “We both know that Eden does not allow for some things to adapt . . . That it picks and chooses who it wants to live or die.”
    Don’t ever forget that.
     
     

 
     
     
    CHAPTER FOUR
    Digsite - Southeast Turkey
     
    John Hillary sat in his tent situated about one hundred feet from the edge of the crater. It was night, the air unconventionally cool as a mild breeze blew in from the north, causing the tent flaps to waver softly like banners.
     He sat there in the basking glow of a lamp making notes, his glasses