Pilate quietly approached and knocked on the door arch as he got close to Judas. Judas turned and looked at a serious Pilate and smiled. Pilate's subservience was always welcome, and his dutifulness kept him in Judas' good graces; he could always count on Pilate. Cobrata followed Pilate while carrying a stack of newly printed documents and a laptop set on an Access Database Program.
"What's the problem, Pilate? I sense your mood, and you're too obvious," stated Judas, then pulled out another cigarette and lit it with a stick match off the back of the furniture. All their eyes flickered with their red stars, Judas more than the rest. His powers as a Nephilim were far more sophisticated than the rest. He had been practicing his Nephilim abilities and knew things they didn't. When the time was right, they'd learn too.
"We've lost some members," stated Pilate.
"What do you mean? Did they just quit, die, or leave town? I'm sure you're not talking about those unfaithful we've already eliminated."
"All of the above except the last," replied Cobrata.
She smiled seductively at Judas and moved near him, then placed a hand on his shoulder and touched his neckline, then moved away to sit down across the coffee table from him while her laptop warmed up.
"The ones who left town are the problem. We have ten like that. Five sets of twins, and we can't get in touch with any of them. They were part of our clubs in college; then just after graduation, they disappeared. They may have just moved, but for each of the twins to still be missing is very strange. College seems such a long time ago. Either they figured out they were light Nephilims, or they got scared to death when their eyes turned like ours. If there was no one around to help them through it, they could be locked up somewhere. Who knows?"
"So, we have ten missing out of a hundred thousand. That's not too bad, but it could prove to be explosive, anyway. Was there any chance that they knew each other?"
"Now, that's a thought," replied Pilate as he poured himself a whiskey tonic and sat down on the floor near Cobrata, then peered at the laptop as she did a query and a sort.
"A few," she replied. "All ten seem to be from the Washington, D.C. area or nearby Virginia. Of course, Washington after the de-scrubbing of the fallout. You know, this is strange. They seem to have lived very close together about the time the Christian Alliance Party took power. Do you think that some white wings took up with some local politicians or something? The ages match, except one set. These two girls moved away, just after the politicians were disbanded and all the political control was moved back to Jerusalem. These guys, called Star and Day, were almost three years older than the rest, five years older than most of us."
"You mean Day and Star, don't you?" asked Judas as he jumped to his feet with a revelation. "Daystar! They have to be light Nephilims! That was a cute little twist on words. Dark Nephilims would never have names like that. Where's the last time you've heard from them?"
"I told you Washington, D.C. They've never contacted any of us since. No one has heard from them."
"Who among us is from the Washington, D.C. area?"
"Young Herod is, Judas. Do you want me to get him here?" she asked, trembling with an anxious thought that Young Herod may not be very cooperative because of Abele.
"Yes, yes, I want Young Herod and his witch named Jezzz! Is Young Herod a twin?"
"Yes and no, his twin died at childbirth. He'll be hard to handle since the Abele incident," stated Pilate as he paced around the room while trying to think.
"That's his problem. He knows the consequences of failure. Just like all the others we've killed when they wouldn’t join us. It's as simple as that. Let's take care of Day and Star first. They're too obvious. It shouldn't be that hard to find two girls with those names. Do they have a last name?" Judas asked.
"Sure, Tabor," she replied, then stopped, stunned by her own words.
"Tabor! Tabor! That so-called President? Is that the Tabor we're talking about?" Judas screamed and threw Pilate's drinking glass against the nearest windowpane that shattered the glass in an explosion matching his anger.
"It's hard to say. Here it is. Abigail was their mom. Yes, it has to be the same Tabor. The President's daughters are light Nephilims! That's unbelievable!"
"That's also very, very dangerous. They are more dangerous than any of the others ever could be. They know too many people who used to be connected. They could blow a big whistle that can cause everything we've worked for to come crashing down around us!"
"Find them and find Young Herod! Now!" he screamed as he shook from the thoughts of the potential harm these two girls could cause.