“Damn,” Wilson exclaimed.
“So from that point on, I just played dumb and didn’t say anything more about being in Roswell,” I said. “At night sometimes, I swear that I head voices telling me about my time in Denver, as if they were trying to plant false memories in my mind, so I just played along. A few weeks later I was informed that I could return to my old job, loading missiles on to F-15 fighters, but they had to teach me what to do, I knew I had never done that before.”
Wilson just listened and shook his head.
“Finally, the Captain called me to his office and informed me that due to my accident, I was no longer able to perform my duties satisfactorily and that I was being discharged and sent home. I guessed that I had convinced them that their attempt to brainwash me had been successful. After they sent me home, I had to see a shrink each week for six months. I guess that was their way to be sure I didn’t remember anything and also to have me certified unstable in the event that I said anything to anyone about Roswell.”
“You must have done a good job convincing them that you couldn’t remember anything,” Wilson said. “But, I’m still surprised that they didn’t just eliminate you and be done with it. Why take the chance?”
“I’ve thought about that,” I replied. “The only reason that I could think of was that they wanted to use me as bait to find you. They probably figured that eventually you and I would get back together again.”
“Are you sure you weren’t followed when you came here?” Wilson asked suddenly looking nervous.
“I don’t think so,” I replied.
Then I asked, “Have you had any contact with Joe?”
“No, last week when I sent you that chain letter, I sent one to his house, but you were the only one to respond,” Wilson replied. “I was surprised when you called, it was just a shot in the dark.”
“No one else has called that number you gave me?” I asked.
“No, you were the only one and I destroyed the phone right after I called you back so they couldn’t use that number to locate me,” Wilson replied.
“I was meaning to ask you, why the three day wait after you called me?” I asked.
“I needed time to get here,” Wilson replied. “I was in Illinois when you contacted me and I figured it would take me three days to get here, but I was able to do it in two. I arrived here last night and slept in the woods.”
“Did you come by car?” I asked.
“I came part of the way on a motorcycle I stole in Montana. Then I stole a car in Illinois for the rest of the trip. I parked the car in Normalville and took an old pickup truck that I saw parked along the creek. I was hoping to catch a ride from here with you for a few miles,” Wilson replied.
“What are your plans from here?” I asked.
“I plan on going up to New Hampshire and finding Professor Johnson at Dartmouth,” Wilson replied. “You care to come along?”
“Maybe,” I smiled, “My only hesitation is that I have this feeling that someone is always watching me. I’m not sure what would happen if I didn’t come home for a few days.”
“You could be right,” Wilson smiled.
“You said that you spent almost a month at the hangar snooping around,” I said, then asked, “Did you learn anything new?”
“I think I learned more than I wanted to know,” Wilson replied. “I don’t even know where to start. It’s why I’m going to find Professor Johnson, maybe he will know what to do with everything I found.”
“Did you go back down to the fourth level?” I asked, then grinned. “Did you finally find any little green men?”
“Yes, I spent some time down on the fourth level and no, there aren’t any little green men down there.”
“I didn’t think so,” I smiled.
“They are blue and there are three of them,” Wilson replied. “They have had them down there for twenty years. They are all dead now, but one of them was alive for a few weeks after they found him, but he eventually died too. They weren’t sure if he died from injuries caused when he crashed or if he starved to death. They weren’t able to find any way to communicate with him before he died.”
“Seriously?” I asked.
“After everything that we’ve seen and been through, I have no intention of joking about any of it,” Wilson said seriously. “This shit has cost Al and Bud their lives, maybe Joe too, and you and I aren’t out of the woods yet either by a long shot. If you want to think I’m crazy, that’s up to you, but I’m serious about all of this.”
“Wilson, if you don’t question my sanity, I have no desire to question yours,” I said. “What else did you learn?”
“Let me take you down each level,” Wilson replied. “On level one, that big floating rock, it is really an alien craft. But it was just one of their scout ships. The mother ship is out in the Nevada desert camouflaged as a stone quarry. It has been there since 1962. They have been studying it ever since and have recently made some fantastic discoveries. You know the desert heat pockets?”
I nodded.
“By studying how that ship on level one floats around in our gravity, they have managed to reproduce that effect to a limited degree. They haven’t been able to make any large objects float, but they have been able to create a forcefield that contains about thirty square meters of air, gas, or any other gaseous material and direct it to go where ever they want it to go, for up to twenty miles,” Wilson continued.
“That’s what they used to knock us out at the bunker so they could capture us?” I asked.
“Yes, and from what I overheard, they have decided to send ten units to the Middle East and five down to the Mexican border for testing,” Wilson added. “I can only guess at what they plan to do with them there.”
“Border control and to take out terrorists maybe,” I replied.
“Or maybe something far more deadly,” Wilson said. “If they can ever develop the technology to the point where they can move larger objects, like maybe missiles or bombs, we would be invincible in any war. We could wage war without putting any of our people in harms way. We could attack someone, and they would never know it was coming until the explosions started.”
“How did you learn about this?” I asked.
“There are a lot of places down there where you can hide, then all you have to do is listen to them talk,” Wilson replied. “On level two at the labs, I learned that they have finally been able to duplicate the blue liquid that is injected into the brain when one of the brain implants are activated.
They found a way to, just like when the brain implant explodes, to turn a person into a zombie.
However, unlike when a brain implant turns a person into a zombie, the zombie dies after twenty-four hours. When an alien brain implant injects the blue liquid into a person’s brain, the container that holds the blue liquid holds a power source that is able to energize the body to attack and kill for an unlimited amount of time. The first people they experimented with, trying to remove the implant and accidentally activated the implant, are still moving and trying to kill anyone that gets close to them. Some of those people have been this way for over ten years now. They are trying to reverse engineer the implant containers, but they are so far above our technology that it will be many years before our science is capable of that task.”
“That’s disgusting,” I said.
“That is our government,” Wilson sighed. “They will go to any limit to develop the newest and best weapons. But I can’t blame them in a way, if we don’t do it, someone else will.”
“Now down to level three,” Wilson continued.
“I’m almost afraid to ask what else you learned from that chamber of horrors,” I replied.
“Remember that I said the scientists felt that the brain implants were inserted into people’s brains for a reason? The purpose being to be activated at some point in the future for some unknown reason,” Wilson said.
“Did they discover what that reason is?” I asked.
> “No, but they think the reason has to be some kind of end of life on Planet Earth event,” Wilson replied. “But what they have learned is when this event is going to occur.”
“What?” I asked, feeling a cold chill run down my spine.
“The scientists weren’t able to learn much about the implants until one of them decided to try and do a carbon dating test on one of the implants,” Wilson said. “They had tried everything else they could think of, and just out of curiosity one of the scientists proposed trying to do a carbon dating analysis on one of the implants.”
“Did the test tell how old the implants were?” I asked.
“No, but the testing revealed how much life was left in each implant before it would activate,” Wilson replied.
“And just how much time do we have left?” I asked.
“Well, they have discovered that there are two different time frames that all of the implants fit into,” Wilson replied. “In three years, two thirds of the implants will activate. In three years six months all the remaining implants will be activated.
So the lab is working frantically to find an antidote for the blue liquid contained in the implants. The clock is ticking, giving them three years to accomplish this before all hell breaks loose.”
“Are they making any progress?” I asked.
“Some, but three years isn’t very long when mankind is facing possible extinction,” Wilson replied. “But there is also another problem. The implants that are set to activate in three years six months, the liquid in those implants have all turned red.”
“What happens when a red implant is activated?” I asked.
“That is the problem, no one knows,” Wilson replied. “They have tried to get one of the implants with red liquid in it to activate, but they seem to be protected by some kind of forcefield that prevents any kind of direct contact with the implant. Until they can get one of the red implants to activate, they can’t possibly find a way to defend against it.”
“This is some heavy shit you are talking about,” I said to Wilson. “Could there be another explanation for all of this? Do you really believe this all originates with aliens?”
“It could be possible that some of this originated in Russia, China or even in the Middle East, but the scientists don’t think so. Even if it did, someone is planning to kill a lot of people, starting three years from now,” Wilson replied. “This is why I have to go to Dartmouth and find Professor Johnson. He has studied this for years, long before I became interested in UFOs. I’m sure he is aware of this and maybe much more, but maybe the information I have will be the final piece for him to know what is happening and maybe how it can be stopped.”
“Why would aliens want to kill all of us?” I asked. “It just doesn’t make any sense to me, what do we have that they could want or that they couldn’t get somewhere else? Did you hear the scientists make any guesses?”
“Water, of all the known planets in the universe, only five have water on them” Wilson replied. “71% of the Earth is water. There is a lot that we don’t know, but for life to exist, it needs to have water. If the water is disappearing on one of the other four planets, and the beings living on that planet have to abandon their planet to settle somewhere else with enough water to support their civilization, Earth might be their planet of choice.”
“So they think that some alien civilization will have to abandon their planet for some reason within the next four years,” I said. “So they came here and sowed the seeds necessary to eliminate human life on Earth so that when they arrive here, all they have to do is just move in?”
“It sounds crazy, doesn’t it,” Wilson replied. “Almost as crazy as someone trying to brainwash you so you won’t remember what you saw at Roswell? Almost as crazy as our own people eliminating Al and Bud because of what they might have seen?”
“Yeah, that crazy,” I sighed. “Your point is taken.”
“Who knows?” Wilson smiled, “We’re just two normal guys that happened to see a whole lot of things that we weren’t supposed to see. What does it all mean? Maybe nothing, or maybe the end of life as we know it? Only time will tell. If in three years all hell starts to break loose, I’d say that all of our questions will have been answered.”
The way Wilson said that made me start to laugh.
“I’m glad you find me humorous,” Wilson smiled, “But it is going to happen whether we believe it or not. It is up to us to decide what we are going to do with this information.”
“What have you been doing for the last six months?” I asked. “You said you left the hangar after a month, where did you go after that?”
“I spent a few weeks just watching the base from out in the desert.” Wilson replied.
“Did you see anything interesting?” I asked.
“They were doing a lot of crazy stuff with the so-called heat pockets,” Wilson replied. “Over-all I didn’t see much from there. You remember the other five guys that arrived in Roswell with us?”
I nodded.
“I never saw them again,” Wilson continued. “Makes you wonder doesn’t it?”
“It does,” I nodded.
“I then worked my way over to Nevada, visited Area 51 and the quarry where the mothership is located before I started back East,” Wilson said. “I saw a few weird things going on, but I didn’t feel it was worth the risk to get too close to those places, not with the information I already had discovered.”
“Did you ever get to see an alien spaceship flying around at night like you hoped to see?” I asked.
“I think I did, but I’m not sure,” Wilson replied. “It could have just been someone testing another one of those heat pockets.”
I started to smile, but suddenly grabbed my head as a sharp pain shot through the top of my head.
“Are you OK?” Wilson asked, looking concerned.
“I’ve been having sharp pains in my head ever since I woke up in that hospital bed,” I replied. “I only used to have the pain once a month, but it has been happening more frequently as of late.”
“Where on your head?” Wilson asked.
“Right here on the top of my head,” I replied and pointed to the top of my head.
“Let me see your head,” Wilson said, then leaned over and examined my head. I felt him running his finger over a spot near the top of my head.
“Are you aware you have a one-inch scar here on the top of your head?” Wilson asked.
“No, I wasn’t,” I replied. “Is it an old scar or does it look like it is a more recent scar?”
“More recent,” Wilson replied slowly.
“Shit!” I said. “What the hell did they do to me in Denver? Does it look like the scars the people with implants have?”
“No, it’s larger,” Wilson replied. “Maybe they put some kind of tracking chip in your head.”
“Or maybe it is an improvised implant to eliminate me after a certain period of time, in the event they lose track of me,” I suggested. “They don’t plan on letting me regain my memory and start talking about what I’ve seen.”
“I don’t know,” Wilson replied. “I’m sorry.”
Finally, I looked at Wilson.
“Well Buddy, I have been having a feeling lately, that one way or another, that none of us were going to survive this,” I said.
“I’m sorry I got everyone into this mess,” Wilson said and hung his head. “If I would have done what you told me to do and stayed away from that hangar, none of this would have happened.”
“Maybe, maybe not,” I replied. “I think this might have happened regardless of what you did. The more I thought about things, the more I thought we were selected for this assignment for a reason.”
“Like what?” Wilson asked.
“Does the Army normally provide security personnel for the Air Force?” I asked.
“Not that I know of,” Wilson replied.
“Then why were we assigned to an Air Force base?” I added. “I also doubt that the
people we encountered at Roswell were regular military. Either way, all of that is water over the dam. Are you interested in going rafting since we are here? It would get our minds off this shit.”
Wilson laughed, “No, but thanks. I should probably keep moving.”
“Maybe you’re right, if this thing in my head is some kind of tracking device, I should probably head back to Pittsburgh before someone starts to wonder what I’m doing and comes looking for me,” I said. “You would also be safer not hanging around me too much.”
“Well, Mike, take care of yourself,” Wilson said.
“Here,” I said as I reached in my pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. “If you ever need to get a message to me, you find out anything else that you think I should know, or when you come back down this way, give me a call. I bought three phones when I got your message. No one else has this number, and I don’t plan on giving it to anyone else. If you ever need help or anything, call me.”
“Thanks, Mike,” Wilson said. “Sorry we couldn’t make this visit last longer, go to a game, go rafting or go have a few beers. But I think it’s safer if I keep moving.”
“It was nice seeing you again,” I said. “At least now I know I’m not crazy. I was beginning to have my doubts.”
“Take care of yourself,” Wilson said. “I’ll see you again real soon.”
“Sounds good, I look forward to getting together again and catching up,” I replied.
Wilson and I gave each other one final embrace. We both knew that we would probably never see each other again, but we both tried to pretend that is was just another normal day. But we both knew.
I saw tears well up in Wilson’s eyes as he turned and walked away. I watched as he walked into the trees, then I heard the engine of an old pickup truck start up.
A few seconds later. I caught a glimpse of an old red truck, a smoky exhaust trail followed, as Wilson drove away.
I slowly began walking back to where I had parked the Honda. In one way my meeting with Wilson made me feel relieved, knowing that I wasn’t imagining what had happened to me. On the other hand, it also gave me something else to worry about.
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