Dillon Hunt And The Desert Oasis Resort by Chad Stewart (books suggested by bill gates txt) 📕
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The woman turned around and scanned the wall. “What symbol?” she asked.
“That one over there at the top corner of the leaf,” he said as he pointed towards it.
The woman looked to where he was motioning. It took her a moment but she finally saw what he was curious about. She looked closer. “You know … I’m not sure,” she replied. “I’m actually really new to Oasis Resort and I don’t come from around here.” She turned again toward Dillon. “I’m from Canada! The name’s Janeen,” she said with a smile as she stretched out her hand.
“Oh … uh … I’m Dillon,” he replied as the two shook hands.
“How did you even notice that?” Janeen asked in surprise. “It’s so small and blends in quite well with the surrounding carving.”
“I guess I have a knack for seeing obscure stuff. I also don’t see an artist name anywhere on the wall,” he replied as he scanned the rest of the carving.
Janeen smiled again. “Hmmm, that’s weird. You know what, Dillon? I can ask around for you and let you know what I find out, if anything,” she offered.
Dillon smiled back and nodded. He headed for the elevator feeling a little confused and almost sick to his stomach. How could I have clearly seen this symbol in a dream when I had never been here before,” he thought to himself. Maybe I saw it in a book I read, or from some info on-line when I was researching the place? No, he realized. He would have remembered reading about it if he had. He knew he couldn’t dismiss this. There was something going on here, and he had to find out what.
Dillon found himself sliding through the dark, not knowing where he would end up. He could feel his back and legs getting scratched up as he tumbled down the rocky stairs. Fortunately he didn’t seem to hit his head on the way down. Then, before he knew it, the stairs opened up suddenly into a large cavernous room that was dimly illuminated.
Dillon hit the floor and rolled a few feet from the mouth of the stairs. Before he fully got his senses back he felt himself being roughly yanked from the floor.
“Way to go Dil!” his brother yell at him. “You better tell me what’s going on right now.”
He looked around stunned. His brother had a few scratches on his face and arms. Fresh blood slowly showed itself from the many scrapes. “Sorry, but I was more concerned about what was chasing us!” he snapped back.
“Why did you follow me anyway?” Dillon asked in an accusing tone.
“Because you seemed so adamant about sneaking out in the middle of the night,” Jordan replied. “And Mom would kill me if I knew you were doing something stupid and didn’t do anything about it!”
“Well … thanks,” said Dillon as he began to wipe himself off.
“Don’t mention it, numbskull. Where do you think we are anyway?”
“I don’t exactly know,” Dillon responded as he started to look around, and take in more of their surroundings. As he scanned the walls of the large chamber something caught his eye. He walked towards one of the walls to the side as he reached in his pocket for his cell phone. He turned the flashlight function on and shined it at the wall. The light came on, but immediately dimmed and flickered a little. Dillon looked at his phone for a moment, trying to figure out what was happening, but quickly decided to point it at the wall before his battery totally died. There, etched into the wall was a carving of some sort. As he looked closer in the dim light he almost fell over as the picture that was etched into the wall was the same square with a pentagram inside of that and an eye inside of that!
He was suddenly jolted from his thoughts as Jordan smacked him on the shoulder. Before he had time to turn around he felt another smack, then he felt that he was being shaken roughly. He tried to get away but couldn’t. The room began to spin and fade.
“What are you …” he started to say but couldn’t get the rest of the sentence out.
“Wake up numbskull,” he heard someone say.
Dillon opened his eyes groggily to see Jordan standing over him shaking his shoulder.
“Wake up!” Jordan said again before walking away into the restroom. “Mom and Dad want us ready for breakfast in fifteen minutes.”
After collecting himself Dillon realized that he must have had another dream. This time it was Jordan that was with him and not Gwen. It was beginning to get weird with him seeing that symbol again. His mind must be working overtime, he thought to himself. It was probably due to the carving of it that he saw on the wall behind the guest services desk. Either way, there was now an intense desire in him to try and find out what that symbol meant.
Dillon shook off the disturbing thoughts and hurried to get ready. He quickly threw on his shorts and t-shirt. The two quickly exited the room and ran down the hall heading for the elevator. They saw the door open up and Jordan dashed inside. Dillon quickly sidestepped through the door leading to the stairs as he was determined to beat his brother.
He started down as fast as he dared, jumping two steps at a time. He and Jordan were always in a race when they had places to go, and Dillon was determined that he would beat the elevator down the four flights of stairs. Just as he rounded the last corner down he had to make an emergency push to the side as he noted, at the last minute, a man coming up the stairs. He wasn’t able to get completely out of the way and crashed into the man’s shoulder which sent him flying into the opposite wall. He hit with a thud and fell to the floor.
The man he hit held tightly to the rail so he didn’t topple over.
“Are you okay?” asked the man as he rushed over to stand before Dillon.
Dillon looked up and saw a man about six feet tall with a cleanly shaven scalp, and bright blue eyes staring down at him and offering a hand. He had a large strange looking tattoo on the right side of his bald head that looked like some sort of Asian writing. Dillon hesitate for a moment, being taken off guard by the striking look of the man’s tattoo, then grasped his hand and was hoisted easily to his feet.
“There. That’s better,” the man said with a smile. “I’m Derek.”
Dillon smiled back. “I’m Dillon,” he said. “Sorry for running into you. It’s just I …”
Derek waved his hand. “No need to explain,” he said. “I’m just glad you’re not hurt.”
Dillon smiled and nodded slightly as he started toward the door that led to the lobby. “See you around Derek!”
“Take care Dillon,” Derek replied as he started up the stairs again.
Dillon opened the door and was about to exit the stairway when his eye caught a glimpse of something small that was on the ground in the stairwell. He quickly backtracked and stooped down to see what it was. It looked like a small souvenir coin. It had the name of the resort on the one side, and, what looked like, a picture of the hotel on the other.
“Hey Derek,” Dillon called to the man who was heading up the stairs. “Is this yours?”
Derek glanced at him and came back down the stairs. As Dillon stood up he handed the coin to him.
“Yes it is,” Derek replied. “It must have fallen out of my pocket when we ran into each other.”
After handling it for a moment he gave it back to Dillon. “Why don’t you keep it. I bought extra anyway from the souvenir shop, and they’re really not that expensive.”
“Oh … okay,” Dillon replied as he took the coin back and put it in his pocket. “Thanks!” he said with a smile.
“No problem.”
Dillon turned and burst through the door, seeing Jordan standing in the hall before him with a smug look on his face.
“I know, I know, you won this time,” Dillon spouted. “But can you get to the table first?” he asked as he sped by Jordan in a full-tilt run. Jordan was taken initially off guard, but quickly responded to the challenge by taking off after his brother. The two weaved around pedestrian traffic and stationary objects as they sped to the restaurant, only slowing down when they came into view of Mom, Dad, Claire, and Gwen sitting at a
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