Apocalypse- the Plan

by Gary M. Chesla

  “What I care about is doing our job and staying out of trouble,” I continued. “What were we supposed to say if Sergeant Mitchell had showed up again while you were out snooping around where you weren’t supposed to be?”

  “Tell him the truth,” Wilson replied. “Tell him I went out to stretch my legs or something. Don’t worry, I won’t get you guys in any trouble. I’ll accept full responsibility if I get caught. I’ve wanted to come here for as long as I can remember. I can’t pass up this opportunity. People have been trying to come here and investigate what the Army has been hiding here for years, but no one has been able to get passed security, until now.”

  “Even if it gets you in hot water?” I asked.

  “Even if it gets me in trouble,” Wilson smiled. I could see the wide grin on his face in the light coming from the monitors. “I know there is something going on here. This place is more than a secret antimissile base. I’ve heard rumors for years, but just being here and from what I saw tonight, I know there is something to what I’ve heard. I can feel it, Mike, and I’ve only begun to scratch the surface of what is here.”

  “Wilson,” I sighed. “I think you’re a good guy, I’d hate to see you get court martialed and booted out of the military over this crazy obsession you have with aliens. In another few odd years you can retire on a full pension. Then you can do whatever you want. Don’t be stupid about this.”

  “You know I’ll never stay in the Army that long,” Wilson replied. “I just joined up because I needed a paying job like the rest of you, when my time is up in six months, I’m out of here. I don’t think I can handle any more marching, taking dumb orders and being sent to a different hell hole every few months.”

  “I can’t order you to forget this crazy shit,” I said. “But can you just try to tone it down so you don’t get yourself in trouble. If all goes well, and you can stay out of trouble for a few weeks, we’ll get a weekend pass and you can come with us to Vegas. Isn’t Area 51 up near Vegas somewhere? Isn’t that the Mecca of alien abductions or some shit like that?”

  “I used to think it was until I went to a convention a few months back, A professor from Dartmouth who just finished his doctorate spoke on the history of alien visits to our planet,” Wilson replied. “He claims that Area 51 has been used as a diversion to draw everyone’s attention away from Roswell. You know in 1947 an alien craft crashed here in Roswell. Their space craft and some alien bodies were recovered from the sight of the crash and secured here at the base. He said he believes that the space craft and alien bodies are still here in Roswell, not at Area 51 like everyone believes, because it was too dangerous to take them anywhere else.”

  “Why would it be too dangerous to move some wreckage and dead bodies?” I asked.

  “Because the aliens have been coming back and looking for their ship every few years. The Army sealed the aliens and the wrecked spaceship in an underground bunker where the alien sensors couldn’t penetrate and locate them,” Wilson replied. “They have been studying the bodies and the alien technology ever since in hopes of learning how to defend the human race, just incase the alien intentions are not peaceful.”

  “I wish I could record you and let you listen to yourself and hear how crazy you sound,” I said.

  “Professor Johnson said he believes that the government knows why the aliens have come here, after thirty years of analysis they were able to crack the code in the computers in the alien craft and what they found scared the hell out of them.”

  I looked at Wilson and just shook my head.

  “I know this all sounds crazy, but researchers have already proven that the Government’s explanation for what happened here years ago was a lie,” Wilson continued. “All the evidence points to a cover up. Now I’m where no one else has been allowed to go, I’m on the base where the wreckage is supposed to be stored. I just feel I’m so close to the proof everyone has been trying to find that I can almost taste it. If they have been able to discover why Earth has been visited and what the aliens want, we are entitled to know what it is. Especially if the news is bad.”

  I just shook my head. I could see that there would be no talking Wilson out of this insanity.

  “OK, Wilson, it’s your ass, do what you want, but do it on your own time,” I sighed. “When you’re on duty, I want your full attention and I expect you to do your job. I catch you doing anything that could get the rest of us in any trouble and I’ll report you to Mitchell myself.”

  “No problem,” Wilson replied. “You don’t have to worry, and when I find what I’m looking for, you will be the first one to know about it.”

  “That makes me feel so much better,” I replied. “Now keep an eye on that monitor. I keep having a feeling that Mitchell is going to try and trip us up somehow tonight and I don’t intend to let that happen.”

  “You can count on me, Mike,” Wilson said as he began to focus on the monitor.

  We had been at our posts for about two hours, as I had expected, it had been quiet and we hadn’t had to report any suspicious activities. All I could think was that someone would have to be crazy to be wandering around out in the desert in the middle of the night with the threat of poisonous snakes and other irritating crawling creatures of the night. Added to all of that it was a well-known fact that the military was on the lookout for trespassers, there would be too much to lose for any normal person hoping to live a normal life. But of course, in today’s world it was becoming harder and harder to find normal people. Today everyone was either a wacko or a self-proclaimed activist for some self-serving cause, it was becoming a different world than the one I grew up in. It made me wonder what kind of future awaited mankind.

  About 0200 hours, Joe came into the bunker.

  “Have you noticed anything on the monitors?” Joe asked.

  “No, why?” I asked.

  “We’ve just noticed some movement a few hundred yards out in front of our position,” Joe replied. “We haven’t been able to identify what it is, it just appears to be some kind of shapeless blob that rose up from the desert a few feet, then the shape moved off to the west.”

  “Wilson, have you seen anything on the infrared monitor?” I asked. “There hasn’t been anything from the motion detectors.”

  “Nothing here,” Wilson replied sounding excited. “Maybe there is something out there that can’t be detected by our equipment.”

  “How did you pick up the movements?” I asked Joe.

  “The night vision goggles,” Joe replied. “It appears to be some kind of dark shape that is blocking out the stars as it moves. Grab a pair of goggles and come with me, I’ll show you.”

  I grabbed a pair of goggles and followed Joe out to the trench. Wilson was right behind us.

  When we dropped down into the trench, Joe pointed out the area where he and the guys had seen the unusual movement.

  I slipped on my goggles and stared out into the desert. A moment later I saw an oblong shape slowly rise up out of the desert floor and begin to move off to the west. I followed the shape for about three minutes before it just seemed to disappear into thin air.

  “What the hell was that?” Joe asked.

  “I have no idea,” I replied. “How many of those things have you seen?”

  “I came to get you after we saw the first one, I wanted to see if the instruments had detected it and had maybe identified what it was,” Joe replied. “The one you just saw was the second one we’ve seen tonight.”

  “Look, another one is starting to move,” Wilson said, shaking my arm.

  I quickly looked out at the spot where I had just seen the unusual object a minute before. I saw another oval shape slowly rising up out of the desert. The stars flickered and then disappeared as the object began to move.

  “AL, Bud, keep an eye on this one,” I said, “Joe, come with me, let’s see if we can see any activity on the monitors.”

  We went back into the bunker and Joe located the object out through the window in the bunker us
ing his night vision goggles as I walked over and looked at the equipment.

  “Anything on the monitor?” Joe asked.

  “Nothing on the monitor connected to the motion sensors,” I replied and then moved over to the monitor connected to the infrared sensors.

  “According to the monitors, it’s telling us that there isn’t anything out there.”

  “But we can see it,” Wilson said.

  “I guess we have us a real unidentified flying object,” Joe chuckled.

  “This is my first one,” Wilson said excitedly. “I knew as soon as I heard we were being transferred here that I would see something like this. I just knew it.”

  “Should we go out and make contact,” Joe said sarcastically, “maybe they will take us to their leader.”

  “Alright, knock it off,” I said to Joe.

  “Yeah, this isn’t anything to joke about,” Wilson added. “We could be witnessing something amazing here, I say we try to communicate with them. Maybe we can talk to them and find out where they are from and why they are here.”

  “I say we try to communicate with the command center,” I said as I reached for the radio.

  “Maybe your right,” Wilson replied. “Command has probably been in contact with them for months and if we tried to contact the aliens, it might just confuse them.”

  “Since we don’t know their language, we might end up telling them what they can go and do with themselves,” Joe chuckled. “We don’t want to piss them off.”

  “Night Watch One, this is Night Watch Two,” I said.

  “Night Watch Two, this is Night Watch One, how can we help you?” a voice replied.

  “Night Watch One, we have detected an unidentified movement in sector one, over,” I replied.

  “Please describe what you have detected and how this movement was detected, over,” the voice replied.

  “Our monitors didn’t detect the motion, the motion was visually detected by our men using night vision goggles,” I replied. “The unidentified movement is an oblong shape that rose up off the desert, seemed to hover in the air and then slowly moved in a westerly direction. We followed the movement for about three minutes before it disappeared. We have just detected another similar shape in sector one a few seconds ago. Please advise how you want us to respond, over.”

  “Please continue to monitor and advise if you see any other movements that can be verified on your monitors,” the voice on the radio said. “The movement you have identified is nothing unusual and is nothing to be concerned about.”

  “I told you,” Wilson said. “They are already in contact with the aliens and don’t want us to get involved or they don’t want us to know what is really going on.”

  “Night Watch One, can you identify what we have observed,” I asked.

  “You boys must be new to the desert,” the voice on the radio replied. “What you have observed are heat pockets, pockets of warm air that builds up under the soil during the day. At night when the desert begins to cool off, these trapped hot air pockets work their way to the surface and rise up into the cooler air above the desert floor and hover above the desert for a few minutes until the warm air temperature of the hot air pockets cool off and blends in with the cooler air. The event usually lasts for about three minutes. You will see this event frequently until about 0300 hours. This is normal, nothing to be concerned about.”

  “Thanks Night Watch one, Night Watch Two out,” I said and put down the radio.

  “You see Wilson, not every unidentified sighting is a UFO,” I said.

  “I’m sure that’s what they want us to believe,” Wilson replied as he dug out his cell phone. “But I plan on making a recording of these so-called heat pockets and getting a second opinion from someone without something to hide.”

  “Wilson, just…” I started.

  “Don’t worry,” Wilson interrupted, “I won’t tell anyone here about it and if anyone finds out, you don’t know anything about it. It’s on me alone.”

  “Just don’t do anything stupid,” I said.

  “If Wilson stops acting stupid, the sergeant will start to get suspicious,” Joe laughed.

  “Kiss my ass,” Wilson growled.

  “Enough of this,” I said. “Let’s get back to work before something real gets by us.”

  We saw about six more heat pockets rising up into the desert sky before 0600 hours, the time when the truck arrived to transport us back to the barracks.

  Wilson eagerly recorded each of the events on his cell phone.

  On the ride back to the base as I thought about what we had seen tonight, I asked Wilson, “Can you google desert heat pockets?”

  “Sure,” Wilson replied, and he pulled out his phone and started tapping on the screen. A moment later he looked up.

  “I’m not getting any hits,” Wilson said. “Either they are called something else, or there is no such thing as a desert heat pocket. Maybe a desert heat pocket is just a made-up explanation used by the government to dismiss UFO activity.”

  Chapter 4

  We slept most of the morning. Around 1300 hours we all got up and made our way down to the mess hall.

  While the rest of us chowed down, Wilson picked at a plate of French fries as he studied the screen on his phone.

  “What the hell are you doing on that phone?” Joe asked. “I don’t see how you can sit here and pass up all this great food. I’ve eaten in Five Star restaurants that didn’t serve food this good.”

  “I wanted to check out a few things,” Wilson replied as he took a drink of coffee.

  “Like what?” I asked.

  “First of all, there is no scientific definition for the term, desert heat pocket. I’ve googled the term twenty times and the only place I can find where that term has been used was in an article written in 1958 by the Nevada Times. The term was used in a military statement written to describe a reported UFO sighting near Area 51,” Wilson replied. “After that article, I couldn’t find the term used anywhere else, it seems to have been replaced by the term, Weather Balloon. But after last night, I guess the government has decided to dust it off and start using it again.”

  Joe snickered.

  “Second, I was watching the recordings of the shapes moving out over the desert that I made last night,” Wilson continued. “Did you know that each of the shapes moved to and disappeared at the same location. If these were random heat pockets, and they were each moving randomly and independent of each other that they should have drifted off to different places instead of all going to the exact same spot before they disappeared.”

  “So are you telling us what we saw last night were alien spaceships piloted by little green men?” Joe asked.

  “Maybe, maybe not,” Wilson replied. “But what I am telling you is that I believe the objects we saw last night were being controlled by an intelligent source and were going to a specific place for a reason. I don’t believe what we saw were just the random actions of hot air.”

  “I agree on one point, we seem to have a lot of hot air flying around here,” Joe smiled.

  “Wilson, when the hell did you get so consumed with all this UFO crap?” I asked. “I’ve known you for years and you were never this radical before.”

  “I’ve always been interested in UFOs,” Wilson replied, “but it wasn’t until I heard Professor Johnson speak a few months back that it all started to make sense.”

  “This UFO crap actually makes sense to you?” Joe grinned.

  “There have just been too many documented incidents to be the hallucinations of some wacko,” Wilson replied. “The government has also been caught in too many lies trying to explain away the sightings. It makes me wonder what it is that the government doesn’t want us to know and why they don’t want us to know about it.”

  “So, you think the government is trying to keep the little green men all to themselves,” Joe asked.

  “If the knowledge that little green men existed was all there was to it, I could care le
ss,” Wilson replied.

  “Let’s say that little green men actually exist,” I said. “Maybe the government just doesn’t want people to know about it because it might panic everyone.”

  “Why would that make people panic?” Wilson asked. “In fact, polls have shown that the majority of people believe with as large as the universe is, that Earth isn’t the only planet where life exists. In fact, I would think that knowing for sure that we weren’t alone would be pretty cool, don’t you think so?”

  “Maybe, maybe not,” I replied. “But why do you think the government would be keeping that knowledge secret?”

  “According to Professor Johnson, the only reason to keep that information secret is because the government has discovered why the aliens are here,” Wilson said. “Maybe it is the reason the aliens have come here that would make people panic. Maybe the aliens want something, something that wouldn’t make us very happy to give up.”

  “You mean something like they want the human race as a food supply?” Joe asked. “I think I saw that one on the Twilight Zone one time.”

  “Professor Johnson doesn’t think it is that,” Wilson replied. “They have been abducting humans for fifty years now and returning them after studying them. If they were intending to eat humans, why return them? Why not just take them and eat them? The professor believes that the alien abductions were for the purpose of obtaining information in preparation for what they plan to do. He also said that maybe they are returning the people they abducted after planting instructions in their mind to be executed at a specific time in the future.”

  “That sounds creepy,” I said.

  “So, Professor Johnson believes that something is going to happen sometime in the future,” Wilson continued. “That something is something that is very bad, and the government knows what it is. If something bad is going to happen, something that could change life as we know it, wouldn’t you want to know about it?”