A short while later, I was in the Templar safehouse where Martin and his templar associates had been based during their stay in Jerusalem. I needed to get medical treatment, and while I would have preferred to visit a proper hospital, it would have been a nightmare explaining how I survived getting shot thirteen times.
"Would you like some pain killers?" Martin asked.
"No, I don't believe in using drugs to dull my senses. Whatever I will feel, is what I am meant to feel," I replied.
"Are you sure?" Martin asked while shaking his head.
"Yes, I am sure." I replied
"Okay. This will hurt a lot!" Martin said as he began to pull out the bullets and disinfect the bullet wounds.
I would lie if I said it was a pleasant experience, but the pain I felt from causing Simona's death was worse than the physical pain that I experienced. I let down my guard, and I started crying like a baby. "Are you sure that you want me to continue?" Martin asked with a concerned voice.
"Yes, this needs to be done." I replied, while grimacing in pain. After a while, the pain receded, and I got back to my senses. I decided to find out more about Martin, so I spoke to him. "So, why did you team up with Ben Yehuda and the Mossad when you didn't agree with their views?"
Martin looked around the room before he answered my question.
"Well, you would think I am crazy if I told you." Martin said.
I smiled warmly at Martin and spoke to him gently. "Would it comfort you, if I told you that I have lived once before, in the distant future, and that I asked the True Maker to reverse the time so that I could be reborn in this timeline. Furthermore, I intend to find a genetically compatible sexual partner, so that I can give birth to my future mother and raise her as my daughter, to bring her into this timeline. Would you believe what I just said?"
Hearing this, Martin smiled a broad smile and spoke. "Okay, you definitely win in the crazy story competition!"
"Exactly, so what is your story?" I asked.
Martin nodded and replied. "My story is that I visited Egypt in 2019. I found a mysterious crystal at an Egyptian bazaar, it looked like a miniature version of the one we found today, and I went to the Cheops Pyramid for a tour the next day. Unbeknownst to me, that crystal that I had hidden in my pocket emitted an unusual extra-terrestrial energy, which opened a portal to another dimension. I stepped into the portal, and there I met some Zetan extra-terrestrial beings, who claimed to be humanity's deities. They gave me this glowing tattoo and urged me to show it to Keila Eisenstein. I woke up in a hospital a few days later, knowing that I have a crucial mission in life from thereon. I joined with the Templar Order a few years later when I realised that we were looking for the same thing."
"And what about now?" I asked.
"Well, my time is over," Martin replied.
Martin sighed heavily before he spoke again. "The others will come after me, and so will the Mossad and the police when they find out what I have done. All that matters now is to get you and the Zeto Crystal to safety."
"Is that something you can help me with?" I asked.
"Yes, you are in luck." Martin replied.
"Why is that?" I asked.
"Ben Yehuda took your confiscated passport and belongings from the Mossad. He also secretly deleted your records. He wanted you to lead him to the Zeto Crystal without telling the others. If I can take back your belongings from his house, it will be easy for you to leave Israel." Martin said confidently.
"Okay, let's go. The sooner that I get out of here, the better," I said, while feeling hopeful and excited. Martin nodded and, we left the house to take back my belongings from Ben Yehuda's house.