At that moment, I assumed I was on the verge of being tortured in an attempt to gain US secrets. Hiding my fear, I gave my deepest glare into Samuel’s eyes.
"I’ll never betray my country, no matter what you do to me. You may as well kill me now."
He smiled and said "I should hope not, son. That is why you are here. We know what you have done and the things you have accomplished, we want to offer you a position on our team and as you know from your time working in Nevada, there is a lot more to our government than the public is aware."
"I already have a job that I love. Was it you standing in the road that caused me to drive off the cliff?"
"No, it wasn’t me. But it was one of us. Kevin didn’t expect you to drive off the cliff…though it did make it easier to get you here without a fight," Samuel said with a smirk. "But nevertheless, you were born for this job. To deny us the opportunity to have you on our team would be highly regrettable and I recommend you accept the position and help us save humanity."
I looked at his face, trying to read him better. Samuel was a hard man, I could tell by his eyes and the wrinkles at the corners of his mouth. I’ve been around hard men my entire adult life. After joining the military, all my friends have been battle-seasoned American Heroes. I could see this quality in Samuel’s face, but it was different. It was a very small noticeable twitch in his smile that told me he has seen more in his career, doing whatever it is he does, than myself or anyone I know has seen throughout our entire lives.
"What is the job? Are you mercenaries? You obviously work for the government." The flood of questions came without really thinking, I was even more confused at that moment than when I woke in the small cell.
"We are not mercenaries. We are employed by the Church of Deism, now formally known as The Church of the Modern Deist."
"Deism? I have identified as being Deist for most of my life. There is no church of Deism. One of the biggest principles of being Deist is not believing in an organized church." I replied to him with a tugging curiosity as to what he was talking about. It made no sense to me.
Samuel smiled at me and let out a short chuckle, "The Church of Deism is not a church in the sense that you think. It was established in 1791 by Thomas Jefferson and Franklin Monroe, though they created it anonymously since there is no real leader of Deism. Also, with Jefferson’s political office, he did not want to appear to have more insight than any other individual. The
original purpose of the Church was to be able to employ men like me under a façade of being a religious group. The public image of the Church of the Modern Deist now is to educate others in the beliefs of Deism. Don’t get me wrong, religion is very much involved in what we do. Just not in the sense that you are accustomed to. You claim to be a Deist as well, how do you view the relationship between God and his creations?"