“Satanists and terrorists all wrapped into one egg roll?’ Lexi asked, incredulously. She put her eye to her scope again. There it was, that flag and something like gooseflesh crawled down her spine.<br/><br/>“So, do you think they are behind the booming, that horrific noise that goes out over the city, starting from the Sound? Do you think this organization has been around for hundreds of years or do you think maybe they stumbled on the information about the skull and the curse and are just using it as a cover story?”<br/><br/>Lexi was on a roll. Ideas were popping around in her head like popcorn. Then a horrible one struck and she rolled on to her back, staring at the cobwebs in the ancient burned out lamps. A swallow flicked from on side of the turret to the other and Lexi idly observed it tucking some straw into a mud nest.<br/><br/>“I know the Coast Guard has to be aware of them unless they are using some kind of spell to hide their existence. But that can’t be the option because we can see them. You know, Neo, finding this place and getting into this place was just too easy.”<br/><br/>Gooseflesh tightened on her arms. She dropped her voice, listening hard. All she heard was the roar of the ocean and the rushing of the wind, punctuated by shrill cry of gulls. Then faintly, in the distance she heard a sound that made her blood run cold.<br/><br/>“Do you hear that?” she hissed. Neo ignored her.<br/><br/>The whooping of a helicopters blades became clearer and louder. Glass shattered around them as a sniper from the chopper unloaded a clip. Pounding feet rattled the stairs beneath them. They were screwed.