Pinpoint Analysis is my favorite elf-authored book. It deals with mystery in the Atlantic Ocean which leads to an encounter and escape from hell by the hand of God. Purely fictional, but with a Gospel warning for all who may someday come face to face with the “king” of hell. You can read it in its entirety at https://letterpile.com/serializations/Pinpoint-Analysis or you can order it from Amazon.
Les needed to talk with Hoss.
“Hey, Buddy. I’ve been checking out the film and doing some research. I’ll fill you in later, but for now, I need the chopper Wednesday night, or morning depending on how you want to look at it. We need to be at the coordinate points at 2:06. Will that work for you?”
“Oh, sure. No sweat. I’ll meet you at the heliport about an hour earlier. That should give us plenty of time. We really don’t have to go that far. Until then, what’s the plan?”
“I need to get down to San Juan and check out that abandoned Navy ship. When would be a good time to schedule that?”
“Les, I’m completely bored. How about now? Skyforce 7 sits witing!”
Within the hour, the two were off for San Juan. The trip was uneventful as they touched down just before sunset. Hoss and Les hurried to the stranded vessel – yellow warning tape everywhere as the waves continually rocked the ship.
The duo searched for a way to get inside. They safely made their way to the deck but could go no further. Finally, Hoss found a small window. He looked at Les. “What do you think?”
“I can’t get through that, Hoss! It’s too tight!”
“It’s the only way, and you know I’m not going to fit. Come on. I’ll help you.”
Les hoisted himself up on the wide windowsill and started through the opening headfirst. Hoss remained on the deck floor. “Hoss, you’re going to have to push. I can’t get through.”
Hoss braced his feet against the railing and began to push Les as he partially hung from the small cabin window. One huge push and Les toppled through the window and onto the floor – headfirst. The flashlight went on. Les eventually located a door and forced it open, calling for Hoss. Hoss joined him inside.
Les couldn’t believe how the ship had aged. He knew the ship was only a few years old, fairly new by Navy standards. The smell of rust and mildew filled the air. Hoss noticed another odd smell coming from a room to the left.
Hoss pushed hard against the door. Finally, it gave way, and the two entered the room. A stench filled the air. Les pointed his flashlight in several directions. The beam fell on a gruesome sight. The men were surprised. Then shock set in. Several bodies were scattered on the floor. Some were clinging to the walls. Most were partially melted into the steel walls and floor.
The faces and bodies of the sailors were disfigured. Something terrible had happened. Les began to think. “Radiation! These men were affected by radiation. We’ve discovered the source of the radiation in the sea – No. no, it’s not radiation. And it wasn’t radiation that affected the sea creatures back in Miami. It was the effects of electromagnetism, the same cause for the rusted steel.”
Les’s mind immediately went to the Philadelphia Experiment.
Although Les regarded The Philadephia Experiment as mostly legend, he began to wonder if there wasn’t a certain amount of truth to it. Maybe similar things were taking place in The Triangle. Teleportation, strong electromagnetic force fields, invisibility.
Les’s phone was beeping. A familiar voice spoke on the other end.
“Les, this is Commander Colbo. Don’t say a word. Just listen. I know what you’re doing, and I commend you for it, but you have to get out of there now. Too much exposure to the electromagnetic fields could greatly damage you or even kill you.
“You’re in grave danger by being in contact with anything that is or may have been on that ship. You’re also in grave danger because Secretary Adams is on his way to the ship to do his own investigation. I must go. Just get out of there now.” The phone went dead.
Hoss followed Les’s lead and both men ran as fast as they could back to the helicopter. The investigation was cut short, but much information had been gathered, enough to keep Les at his desk for a week. Still, he knew 2:06 a.m., November 21 would arrive all too soon – then Thanksgiving. That would no doubt delay further study somewhat. More film needed to be examined. More theories needed to be discussed. More importantly, he knew he needed some rest. The holiday would be welcomed.
Knees for the Nations 