Doomsday Prophecy Page #6

what this is?

I don't know,

and I don't care.

Okay, this right here is the key

to saving the world.

I give this to you,

we all die.

Toss it over right now.

Everybody's gotta die sometime.

Grandpa!

Go on. Grandpa.

Oh, crap.

- Are you okay?

- Yeah.

- Is he dead?

- Yeah.

Is he okay?

Never saw that coming.

Oh, wow, that's gonna

leave a hell of a bruise.

Another earthquake.

You must leave this place.

Take what you have learned

and go.

- I'll be fine.

- Thank you.

- You don't have much time.

- Let's go.

Go, go.

John's story,

the petroglyph,

he was tapping

into a similar prophecy

also shared with the Rapa Nui.

He said the ancient ones

are sleeping in the Earth,

which means they're buried,

but where?

Can't all be a coincidence.

Crane moved up here.

John said his people felt

its power for generations.

So this whole area

could be radiating energy

from the seven buried

Moai heads

right under our feet,

but how do we find them?

Oh, no. Eric, I wouldn't.

Don't touch it.

I have to.

We need answers.

Here goes nothing.

Thou shalt do miraculous signs.

Eric!

- Thou shalt take this rod...

- Come on, Eric!

...in thy hand wherewith...

- Eric, let go!

...thou shalt do miraculous signs.

- Eric.

- Yeah.

Are you okay?

- Are you okay?

- Oh, yeah.

You didn't think you were going to

get rid of me that easy, did you?

Just breathe. Just breathe.

You okay?

I saw this opening

in this field.

I think that's

where the heads are.

And I saw a government agent,

but I think he's working

with us.

You sure about that?

Yeah, it's gonna work, Brooke.

We don't got much time.

Easy, easy.

We got company.

Lower your weapon

or I'll shoot.

That's him.

That's the agent

that's gonna help us.

Eric Fox, Brooke Calvin.

I'm Agent Garcia, National Defense.

Where's Agent Henning?

He's dead.

He tried to kill us, okay?

I had no choice.

No, our orders were

to retrieve Crane's manuscript

and bring you in alive.

Alive?

We've been shot at for two days.

Brooke, please.

- Okay, the manuscript does not exist.

- That's not possible.

Rupert Crane used it as an excuse

to give me a rod.

It's how Crane was able

to predict the future.

That's what your agent was after.

He's telling the truth.

I know it sounds crazy,

but it's the key

that will stop the Earth

from being torn apart,

and it needs to happen today.

You're gonna help us, Agent Garcia.

I know it.

We're running out of time.

You got to believe me

on this, okay?

Just let me explain.

Start talking.

So there's no manuscript?

What about this rod

you've been talking about?

From what I understand, it was

the source of Crane's premonitions.

Well, if it does

what you say it does,

it could be pretty useful

right about now.

- You need to bring it in.

- Sorry, I can't do that, sir.

Excuse me?

I know this is

gonna sound unbelievable,

but it could be the key

to stopping these disasters.

How?

Fox believes that it will

turn on some kind of

- global defense mechanism.

- Built by whom?

We don't know, sir.

General Slate, please report to DOD.

Is it possible it could lead

to more of these rods?

I'm not sure, maybe.

General Slate, please report to DOD.

Two days ago, this story would

have cost you yourjob.

And today?

I got nothing to lose

and everything to gain.

I've got to brief the president,

or I'd come myself.

What do you need?

What's splattered on this?

Probably some blood.

Wonderful.

The rod's a forged

foreign material.

And that hum,

I've never seen

anything like it.

Where'd you get this?

It was a gift.

Okay, with no power source,

yet emitting a frequency

of 12.4 kHz.

It's fascinating.

Now we scan for the frequency

in 100-mile radius.

If your hunch is right

and there's anything out there

emitting the same vibrations,

hopefully we'll get a lock

on a location.

- We got an hour left of sunlight.

- Come on.

Almost there.

Okay, we got it...

That's close.

Right under Crane's nose.

As reports

of rioting and looting pour in

from around the globe,

we have confirmed information

that the Republic of China

has been hit by a sinkhole

the size of which rivals

the Black Sea disaster.

It appears there is

no place on Earth

- safe from these events.

- You mind turning that off?

What are you thinking about?

Well, we still have a lot

to figure out.

We're coming to the end

of the world here,

and the puzzle

still hasn't been solved.

We're gonna solve it.

Okay, we've got the rod,

and now we have the location.

It still doesn't make any sense

why Henning went after it.

He wouldn't know what it was.

- Yeah, I don't think he knew.

- Then why?

I just think he was

following orders.

Well, that's what's bugging me.

Whose orders?

We're gonna have to pull over,

wait this one out.

Go! Go now!

Come on.

Hang on.

We got the report on Eric Fox.

He was adopted.

No record

of his birth parents.

Convenient.

Sir, have you heard

about Washington?

Yeah, I have.

How's the president?

Airborne. All executive commands

will now be issued

from Air Force One.

Where's my helicopter?

It'll be here

in four minutes, sir.

Your presence

has been requested

at the Cheyenne Mountain

Air Force Station.

I'm gonna be late.

There's a little side trip

I need to make.

This is definitely it. Now what?

If we're right, there should be

seven buried Moai heads

right under our feet.

All right, these are

infrared imaging tubes,

operational

to 50 meters deep.

We need to create a perimeter.

The seven Moai heads

of Ahu Akivi look towards the point

where the sun sets

during the equinox.

The length of their platform

is 40 feet long,

but there's no way of knowing

how they're laid out here.

They should face

the Canis Major constellation.

We gotta start somewhere.

You getting anything?

I got something.

Approximately 4.9 meters high.

One meter underground.

Okay. Okay, Eric,

move yours back 20 feet.

Oh, I got another one.

Brooke, move yours to the left...

Guys.

You got to see this.

It mirrors Canis Major.

This is amazing.

They're identical

to the ones on Easter Island.

The rod should fit

in the big star.

This should be it.

It's the top of the Moai head.

Here.

Let's start digging.

Guys.

Take a look at this.

What's up?

I figured out how the Moai heads tie

into the Canis Major constellation.

Now, when they align

with the galactic equator,

it'll be the closest

the dark star comes to us...

right when the Earth

is about to be destroyed.

So maybe that's our cosmic trigger

for placing the rod.

- Okay. How much time we got?

- I'm working on it.

The buried heads

and the Canis Major

constellation will align

in approximately 20 minutes.

All right, that's gonna cut it close.

Let's get moving.

I got something.

It's like some kind of stone

or metal or something.

Look, right here.

The rod could fit in there.

- Let's stick the damn rod in.

- Well, no, we can't.

We have to wait for the alignment

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