From The Moment of Baibars. Alpha HQ

The flight departed from Dubai towards Valletta, the capital of Malta, which is situated in the middle of the Mediterranean Sea.

In all of his previous travels, he had become accustomed to performing special rituals, taking advantage of his proximity to the sky and flying high with his spirit; calling God and pleading with him to save him, protect him, give him strength, authority, and proof against his enemies and adversaries, to make their eyes blind to him and prevent them from discovering his real identity and intent.

But this time, many of the rituals were altered. He was joined by Katrina, with whom he shared a glass of wine, laughed, and talked for a bit as she dozed off on his chest. They discussed Malta, the magnificent island that they are eager to visit as they have an amazing journey ahead of them.

Katrina made the most of the time on the flight by speaking passionately to him about Malta, which he is visiting for the first time. She did so since she had previously been there, yet her information was known for him as he already knew a lot about the island, including that some of its numbers and verbs are in Arabic. He also knows not only the island’s top tourist attractions but also its history and something he recently heard about, the Sovereign Military Order of Malta.

The “Sovereign Military Order of Malta” organization is a group in Malta that claims to be the descendants of the Knights Templar. Jerusalem saw the formation of the “Knights Templar” and “Hospitaller Knights” following the Crusades against the Islamic world and Jerusalem.

They were murderers and criminals committing the most terrible crimes against Muslims until Saladin drove them out, at which point the Hospitaller Knights fled to Cyprus and the Templars to Malta.

The Knights of Malta are still in existence and are recognized by the United Nations, with their headquarters in Rome, despite the fact that the current state of Malta has nothing to do with them. Their presence there ended with “Napoleon Bonaparte” in his wars in Europe, while the “Hospitaller Knights” had met their end at the hands of the Ottoman Empire.

They also have embassies under the name “Military Knights of Malta” in various nations, one of which is in Cairo, the capital of Egypt, not far from the residence where Solmaz’s first kiss was stolen that day.

In addition to more than sixteen Arab and Islamic nations, they have links with over a hundred other nations.

It was founded in Malta and goes by the name “Knights of Malta”; it is unknown where it is currently run. It is said to be Britain’s spoilt child and is a mysterious state with no land or inhabitants. It is strategically located, bordering Libya and Tunisia to the south and the Italian island of Sicily to the north.

The Templar Knights’ legitimate heirs are the Knights of Malta.

Baibars has always associated the “Knights Templar” moniker with the “temple cell” and “alpha headquarters,” but the Knights of Malta? He is currently flying to Malta with Katrina, who was sent by the “temple cell”; To get near to him, it appears that a very exciting chapter awaits him.

They kept their existence a secret from the rest of the world until more than 500 members of the Order of Malta came together on the island in the year 1990. At this meeting, which was their first since Napoleon had driven them from the island, they decided to find a powerful ally in the Islamic world and promised that war with it was inevitable.

They hire mercenaries, police officers, businesspeople, agents of intelligence, and even heads of state. Members of them, they become. There are opaque laws. They are equally harmful if not more so than Freemasonry.

It is rumored that this fictitious organization and state is nothing more than a cover, a dishonest cover, for international intelligence services that use it to their advantage. They came to light in Iraq in the form of private protection companies like the “Blackwater” company, in South Sudan in the form of relief organizations, and in Egypt, they were accused of having committed massacres against the demonstrators in the “January Revolution.”

Do the Knights of Malta actually represent the Templars’ lineal heirs?

Or, like the other functional sects, is it just an occupational sect?

Or are they a group that has reduced governments and rulers to insignificant pawns on an international chess board?

Is it connected to the constant state of mind he experiences? Who were the officers he met with in the “temple cell”?

Is the Knights of Malta the same as the Temple Cell?

Does he still adhere to the dogmas of the Yildiz dervishes? Or did he deviate from the case’s course?

Baibars’ mind was flooded with inquiries, which inspired him to travel. Answers must be known.

He tried to disguise his dread from Katrina, but he was certain that this was a plane that would bring him to salvation.

The various mysteries that have plagued him throughout his life must be solved for him to find salvation.

Finding the solution to the question that has plagued him for his whole life and advancing the cause that valiant men devoted their lives to more than a century ago are what salvation is all about.

The plane arrived late, he entered Malta without any issues or delays and proceeded to one of the upscale hotels in the capital, two passionate lovers. They welcomed and furnished them with the best suites, a suite befitting of two passionate lovers who were visiting for a vacation.

They slept through the night, had breakfast the next morning, and then left. They visited beaches, gardens, historic sites, and museums over the course of three days. Indeed, a gorgeous and magnificent island.

As they are inevitably watching them, there is no need for this show now, and there is no need to give them the impression that Baibars is suspicious of anything. Instead, he lived the situation fully, in love, while on a romantic getaway with his beloved. Baibars never attempted to control any anticipated monitoring, he did not raise any doubts, and he did not suspect anything.

On their fourth night together, they remained up late at one of the beachside cafés. They sat at a table overlooking the water, to which they had to cross a wooden bridge. There were candles all around them, and when she took a taste of the wine, she gave him a look.

Katrina: Marwan, do you know what I desire for this world?

-What?

-I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with you; nothing else.

-Of sure, nothing will ever sever our relationship, my love.

-Are you sure? questioned Katrina with skepticism.

Marwan: What makes you say that? What is wrong with you?

She exhaled into her cigarette and gave him a look that Baibars was familiar with—not a lover’s look, but the expression of a trained intelligence agent about to divulge her papers. His heart was thumping.

Now that the crucial moment has arrived, she will talk as if time has stopped. If his entire life had been an illusion and a figment of his imagination, or if the person who spoke had not been the “hammer,” perhaps it had been a voice identical to his own.

-Well, Baibars, let’s talk a bit truthfully, she said interrupting his wish.

She named him Baibars since she is aware of his covert identity, his face began to perspire as his eyes widened in pretended shock. It’s imperative to react calmly.

Despite the fact that he was conscious that she was aware of everything, he continued to act as though he was clueless that she was ignorant of his reality.

With the lover’s rage, Marwan is agitated and asks, “What did you call me? Baibars? This Baibars is who? Calling me by the wrong name or incorrectly saying my name in front of me? Why didn’t you tell this right away if it came from someone else in your life?”

“It doesn’t matter, Marwan or Baibars, the main thing is that I adore you; you must make sure of this”, said Katrina in a sarcastic tone.

Asking outright, “Katrina, what’s wrong with you?”

-Baibars, you need to calm down and be quiet for what will happen tonight will determine whether or not we go together, said Katrina.

She sipped her wine, he lit a Cuban cigarette, and there was a long period of artificial silence. When he heard footsteps coming down the wooden bridge, he didn’t turn to see who it was; instead, he realized that it wasn’t the waiter. Instead, it was a confident individual walking slowly and with pride. It was obvious that this person was “Edward,” but he purposefully avoided looking at him.

Baibars continued to glance at Katrina as the footsteps halted at the table.

She addressed him solemnly as she said, “Hello, sir. Please sit down.”

When she turned to face Baibars, he kept his gaze fixed on her and didn’t even turn to face him as the seat was brought out for him to join them.

She inhaled from a small, tiny roll of tobacco and drank a sip of wine: Why are you having a problem, Baibars? Don’t you want to find out who arrived?

Marwan: I informed you that I had no idea what you were addressing. I don’t care; all that matters to me is how you are, what’s going on with you?

Katrina: Just by looking at his face, you can tell who he is!

Looking out to sea towards the distant harbor, where ghosts prowl among the lights of the ships.

Where the dervishes stand tall in the midst of chaos, there is one light that knows its presence inescapably, and so was the covenant and promise, we will not abandon you, we will not leave you alone, we will win together, or we will die in the heart of one man, as our ancestors died.

He gazed at the man after gathering his strength. Sir Edward, the guard at the Temple Cell, was there.

He poses as surprised, perplexed, and confused.

He said, laughing, “Ah, now I see, is that you?”

“Do you work with them, Katrina?” He asked her as he turned to face her. “What is happening? why do you need to play so many tricks to see me?”

He added: Oh man, it was enough to call Yamen, he murmured as he drew up to him. To meet anytime you choose, but I appreciate it nevertheless since at least you got me to go to Malta. It is lovely, traditional, and old.

Katrina was immediately the target of his scorn and disgust as he asked: And you? Is your mission now over? You shouldn’t be here, in my opinion, so leave.

Without responding to a single letter, Edward remained utterly mute.

He was silent and monotonous while remaining calm.

He motioned to the waiter with his hand, moved forward, and placed his order for a glass of wine.

He said, “You will understand everything, do not get nervous, be calm”.

“It has been a while since we last spoke, so I’m glad you remembered me”, he continued.

Baibars: You are a man who is hard to forget, yes. Could you please clarify what’s happening?

Edward: Once it comes to Katrina, she will elaborate on the details. I just wanted you to be aware that she collaborates with us. We are really curious about you. You have always piqued our curiosity, and we wanted you to be here. We specifically want you to be by yourself, separate from Yamen, and unaffiliated with any other international organizations.

“You are now in our court; you will understand everything in due time”, he said in a low voice as he drew nearer.

Edward asks: But now I want to know one thing from you, would you mind working with us away from Yamen and the party he represents? Without using any intermediaries, just us and you?

“I don’t know, I’m unable to respond; I need more information first”, Baibars hesitantly replies.

Edward: I don’t want to say yes right now, but first, if you know more and everything is fine for you, would that be okay?

-No, I don’t mind in theory.

Edward: I only need that from you right now.

He sipped on his wine before remarking, “I’d better not stay with you too long, because I don’t want to spoil your privacy.”

-Man, are you making fun of me, he chuckled cynically. Katrina has been working with you from the beginning, so what type of privacy are you referring to?

He approached him and put his mouth to his ear, saying, “Regardless, my friend, Katrina is a woman, and you know very well that what you said now is not appropriate for a woman!”

Baibars grinned. Edward was completely correct. A woman remains a woman.

He finished the remaining wine in the glass and prepared to depart. He stared at Baibars as he realized what he needed to say: “My friend, never attempt to travel from Malta without communicating with us.”

He nodded in agreement, realizing right once that he was in their territory and had to abide by their rules and laws.

After he left them, Baibars looked at Katrina who was in complete insolence. She didn’t flinch or exhibit any signs of regret or confusion, as she had been in similar circumstances in the past. He said nothing as they sat in silence for ten minutes, then he got up and left without saying anything.

‘I came close, I knew I would get here one day”, he said to himself as he strolled along the beach after leaving her sitting where she was. He was overcome with emotions as he walked along the beach, including excitement, curiosity, longing, astonishment, and dread.

He thought to himself, “I have a role to play tonight—that of the lover who was let down by his mistress. What do people do in such circumstances?”

He came up with an idea, went to a nightclub, drank drink with one of the prostitutes, and then came back to the hotel late with her. Alcohol and sex are the best outlets for his rage in this situation since he needs to get it out somewhere. When their partner fails them, many lovers act in this way.

The reception staff were taken aback to see him as they arrived at the hotel entrance extremely inebriated. They were aware he was there as a guest with his lover. What the heck is that crazy drunk doing with this whore?

They went up to the room, opened the door, and went inside. She sat proudly, with all her power and prestige, stepping foot on foot and smoking a roll of her tobacco with passion. She stared at him and did not flinch, appearing to be entirely in her right mind.

Slowly, as if she had not witnessed anything, she got up from the couch, fumbled through her bag for some cash, handed the prostitute the cash, and asked her to leave.

Slowly releasing her grip after being incredulous by what she witnessed, the prostitute looked stunned. who is she? In a relationship with someone? I was escorted to the location of your girl! You’re a damn fool! Are you stupid? Foolish? Why are you acting this way? She took the cash and departed.

Katrina: Is this how you let out your rage?

Baibars, rambling and inebriated, said: You have nothing to do with this, it was all a game, and I am free to do whatever I want.

-You are so trivial, I don’t see why people are interested in you, Katrina said with disdain.

Baibars: And you—what? What sets you apart from that bitch?

She opened her eyes after a brief period of stillness and shock. Her eyelids were flooded with anguish, and she was on the verge of crying when he startled her with words that, in the worst-case scenario, she had not even anticipated.

Yes, he continued, “What’s the difference? You played this game with me for what, like a bitch selling her body for cash? Whatever the cause, in the end, it will come down to money.”

He offended her pride in a flash, without pausing to consider, with a loud smack to the face.

A second slap heard as he turned to face her, and this time, bitter tears sprang from his eyes as he cried. He just could not believe what was happening to him.

He cried so hard that he almost believed himself, he groaned deeply, and he talked in slurred and broken letters despite knowing that he is lying, playing, and fabricating all that is happening.

-You misled me, Katrina. I genuinely loved you. I boasted about you in front of everyone. I fulfilled all of your requests. I even did things for you that I had never done before. And you? What? You lied to me and tricked me.

He was forced to sit on the sofa by being held by her hands, and she sat next to him. “Marwan, calm down. I’ll explain the part about myself, like Edward promised. Do not jump to conclusions about what you want; let me be clear”.

-Come on, tell me; let me see what you’ve got.

-while you are in such a situation? You must go to bed now, and when we speak in the morning, I swear to tell you everything on my heart.

-You’re going to discuss everything right now, I see.

Katerina: At the very least, take a shower. I’ll get you some coffee so you can start to rouse yourself from this stupor.

After he washed, there was some puke as he drank a lot of alcohol in that club.

Katrina began to speak.

“Initially, my goal was to become close to you and get to know you and your personality on the inside, but you must trust me when I say that I am in love with you right now and that I am frightened of losing you.”

When she noticed that he was still and looking at her, she realized that she needed to continue speaking and explain everything at once.

-I am a member of the “Temple Cell,” just like “Edward,” and every other officer you met,” she added. Prior to directly inviting someone to work with us, it is customary for us to get to know him personally along with written reports and both mental and physical surveillance. To the very last detail, his principles, thoughts, and what he is prepared to do and what he is not. My task was to learn all of this information about you and report whether or not you were eligible to join our community. All of my reports were favorable to you, even if I occasionally had second thoughts about your eligibility. Nevertheless, I loved you. And I discovered that your membership in the temple cell is the only way our relationship can endure. This does not imply that you lack qualifications; on the contrary, yet also my love for you has enabled you to succeed.

-And now Katrina? he asked as he turned to face her. What’s going to occur?

– Don’t worry, I won’t leave you; the difficult part is over.

-What’s left, then?

-Do not rush; you will know tomorrow.

“I believe I should spend the night sleeping on the couch”, says Baibars with a sardonic grin.

“If you’d like, I can go out and reserve a second room”, said Katrina.

-No, this misunderstanding is unnecessary, and I’ve had enough of the hotel staff members who witnessed that girl with me.

In a tender and hurt voice, Katerina said: Have you meant to do it? sexual relations with her? On our bed right here?

-I don’t know; all I wanted to do was vent my rage.

“I’ll never forgive you for this, but for now, we have to get some rest as we have a big day ahead of us”, she said with a sweet feminine rebuke.

After consuming too much alcohol the night before, he wakes up the next morning puking a lot. he then takes a shower, dresses, and goes to the breakfast parlor while she was still sleeping.

After a half-hour she caught up with him and they sat on the balcony to enjoy their breakfast, coffee, and cigarettes.

Katrina: We must act normally. Enough with what you did the day before. Don’t let the hotel staff know that we are arguing.

Baibars: I’m normal, yet what you’re asking isn’t. When you were in the room yesterday, I entered intoxicated with a prostitute, who left right away. We fought, and we still fight, so it’s only natural that I show up for breakfast by myself without you.

She grinned, acknowledging that “Baibars” is correct in that even in the most challenging and complex circumstances, he never forgets the fundamentals of how intelligence acts.

After finishing their breakfast, they returned to their room to get dressed.

“So what? Where are we going?” said Baibars.

Katerina: To the “temple”.

-Do you refer to the impressive Cathedral? We’ve been there before, and at that point, I don’t feel like taking tours.

-Not at all, but to the “temple cell” in the temple.

“To Alpha HQ, Marwan”, she exclaimed as she turned to face him.

His heart was almost about to collapse between his feet as his bones shook. It is a chance he has been anticipating for a long time, possibly the opportunity to reap the rewards, to gather the wheat ear crop and squeeze the olives.

They passed by the famous “Lower Barrakka Gardens,” which he had previously visited, and then descended to the underground chambers, 50 meters below sea level, that served as the war command headquarters and served as the base from which the Second World War’s battles were commanded.

These chambers were connected to one another by tunnels and catacombs dug beneath the garden.

They entered one of the dimly lit corridors with security cameras, then turned into another corridor with a “No Entry” sign at the beginning. Ignorant of the restriction, they continued through the basement for about 20 meters before turning to the left and passing a man sitting in the middle of the corridor reading a newspaper while leaning against a small desk and appearing to be a guard. They descended the steps after he noticed her and let them pass.

After a short while of moving through the narrow passageways in the hidden vaults, they came to a black iron gate with cruciform carvings and bright red paint all around it, revealing the wall’s original color in spots where the paint had peeled off in random areas. This painting was done in the style of Chaos, Greater Order.

After three knocks, one of them opened a small window, shook his head at her, and shut the window. A rattle could then be heard in the basement’s silence as iron locks were being opened.

There was no one in the waiting room-like space behind the door, which also had elegant, opulent chairs in the traditional European style, dim lighting, and another door in one of its corners. They went inside and took seats.

He made an effort to blend in with the surroundings, broke the ice of his panic, sailed through space with his spirit—the stars and planets, nebulae, and galaxies are born inside it—calmed down a bit, held his breath, and kept silent. Katrina did the same.

He started to settle in and get better for a whole quarter of an hour while they were in this condition.

“Can I at least have a cup of coffee, I want to smoke”, he replied with a smile as he turned to face her.

She smiled: Smoking is not permitted here; please wait until we get inside.

-Where?

“Do not rush, the most important thing is to be yourself. Do not try to come up with anything, do not try to be smart, just be yourself”, said Katrina with a confident expression.

Baibars: I am always myself.

He closed his eyes, remembering that voice, soaring as high as Istanbul’s historic minarets in the Uskudar district, the location of another clandestine headquarters, with a tone of assurance in life or death.

“Do not be alarmed, Ozcan; have courage, my brother; and always keep in mind that whenever you look at the ships in the port, search among them; you will see us standing there on one of them; we will not leave you alone; for this is what we asked and sought for; though you are going to follow in their footsteps, you will not meet the same fate.”

These basements and alleyways are haunted by the ghosts of the Yildiz officers who were brutally killed.

He sighed, his mind drifting to a far place where the stars and planets, and possibly even Hell itself, were raging with longing for him.

The same thing occurred: I will undoubtedly burn in hell.

Hell is the only penalty that fits what I’m about to do.