Disclosing the Secret
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DISCLAIMER
This is a work of fiction. All characters and incidents are products of the author’s imagination with any resemblance to actual people, by name or description, being purely coincidental. The individuals, events (historical or otherwise), locations, discussions and opinions expressed are creations by the author and are not to be interpreted as real. The technologies and historical events referenced, which allege to involve the United States Government, the former Soviet Union, and the United Kingdom, according to their declassified documents and repeated statements issued over the past 70 years, do not exist or never happened.
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Contents
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
FACTS
PROLOGUE
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 14
CHAPTER 15
CHAPTER 16
CHAPTER 17
CHAPTER 18
CHAPTER 19
CHAPTER 20
CHAPTER 21
CHAPTER 22
CHAPTER 23
CHAPTER 24
CHAPTER 25
CHAPTER 26
CHAPTER 27
CHAPTER 28
CHAPTER 29
CHAPTER 30
CHAPTER 31
CHAPTER 32
CHAPTER 33
CHAPTER 34
CHAPTER 35
CHAPTER 36
CHAPTER 37
CHAPTER 38
CHAPTER 39
CHAPTER 40
CHAPTER 41
CHAPTER 42
CHAPTER 43
CHAPTER 44
CHAPTER 45
CHAPTER 46
CHAPTER 47
CHAPTER 48
CHAPTER 49
CHAPTER 50
CHAPTER 51
CHAPTER 52
CHAPTER 53
CHAPTER 54
CHAPTER 55
CHAPTER 56
CHAPTER 57
CHAPTER 58
CHAPTER 59
CHAPTER 60
CHAPTER 61
CHAPTER 62
CHAPTER 63
CHAPTER 64
CHAPTER 65
CHAPTER 66
CHAPTER 67
CHAPTER 68
CHAPTER 69
CHAPTER 70
CHAPTER 71
CHAPTER 72
CHAPTER 73
CHAPTER 74
CHAPTER 75
CHAPTER 76
CHAPTER 77
CHAPTER 78
CHAPTER 79
CHAPTER 80
CHAPTER 81
CHAPTER 82
CHAPTER 83
CHAPTER 84
CHAPTER 85
CHAPTER 86
EPILOGUE 1
EPILOGUE 2
EPILOGUE 3
EPILOGUE 4
EPILOGUE 5
EPILOGUE 6
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
First and foremost a deep debt of gratitude is extended to Col. Jesse Marcel Jr. (Ret) for granting permission for his family name to be the focus of this story. Col. Marcel (Jr.) joined the US Navy in 1962 and retired for the second time at the age of 60. Shortly after his 68th birthday he again came out of retirement to undertake yet another tour of duty in Iraq. There he served as a flight surgeon for the 189th Attack Helicopter Battalion flying 225 hrs of combat. He is, by every definition of the term, a true American hero.
If it were not for the tireless life’s work of noted physicist Stanton Friedman, who was the first to personally visit and interview Jesse’s father Col. Jesse Marcel Sr., then the incident that occurred out in the desert during that summer of 1947 may have never been brought to the public’s attention. His disciplined approach of only investigating verifiable facts has been the backbone of the historical events portrayed in Disclosing the Secret.
Also deserving of thanks are Travis Walton and Clifford Stone who had the courage to commit their personal experiences to print, and to Lucy Pringle for allowing me to republish her fantastic crop circle photo in the book.
My sincere appreciation to Jenny Scepanovic for being so thorough with her editing.
Thanks also to my devoted wife Linda for her support and for enduring my many late nights writing.
Finally my profound thanks to Dr. Steven Greer for his dedication to CSETI, his vision in driving the message of disclosure, and to his office for granting permission for his name, as well as his previous work on the Disclosure Project, to be a part of this story.
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Make up your own mind.
Dedicated to Colonel Dr. Jesse Marcel Jr. (Ret.)
1936–2013
FACTS
Fact 1
Since the 1940s over 100 US military personnel have gone on the record stating that nuclear weapons had been compromised by undefined craft. They have reported countless incidents of these vehicles hovering over (or manoeuvring near) missile launch sites, nuclear bomb manufacturing facilities, nuclear weapons laboratories and nuclear test ranges. These military personnel are witnesses of the highest caliber, as the US Government entrusted these individuals with the operations and control of their country’s own weapons of mass destruction. They had been thoroughly scrutinized, and highly trained, before being permitted to serve for their country. Their detailed testimonies are considered to be accurate documentation of witnessed events.
Fact 2
In Charles Darwin’s work On the Origin of Species he hypothesized:
If it could be demonstrated that any complex organ existed which could not possibly have been formed by numerous successive slight modifications, my theory would absolutely break down.
(Darwin, 1859, p. 219)
There are, in fact, gaps in the fossil record where Homo neanderthalensis (Neanderthals) and other primate species appear in genetic succession. Homo sapiens then appears in the record with no intermediate evolutionary steps in between. Geneticists have now determined that Neanderthals and Homo sapiens are two separate species as their genetic comparisons show signs of biological incompatibilities. The mechanism by which Neanderthal DNA had morphed into Homo sapiens genetics is yet to be explained by contemporary science.
Fact 3
On 29th September, 1995, President Clinton issued a presidential determination No. 95–45 exempting the US Air Force’s “operating location” near Groom Lake in Nevada from all laws that normal American citizens, companies and government entities must obey. The term ‘operating location’ was used to describe the secret base as it did not officially exist during the time of his presidency. This ruling was issued on the grounds that
Information concerning activities at this “operating location” near Groom Lake (aka Area 51) had been deemed classified, and
Its disclosure would compromise national security.
Fact 4
On 9th May, 2001, an assembly of US military, intelligence, government, corporate and scientific witnesses came forward at the National Press Club in Washington, D.C.. They went on the record to give first-hand eyewitness accounts of non-terrestrial vehicles, non-terrestrial life forms, associated advanced energy systems and exotic propulsion technologies. Their testimonies have now been made available to the wider public.
PROLOGUE
At the end of World War II, Presiden
t Truman faced a situation which he perceived to be a national threat to the United States. So profound was the threat, and so significant, that his advisers insisted that an entirely new level of “top secret” classification be created to specifically deal with the situation. At a time when the Cold War was brewing, when it was known that Soviet spies had successfully infiltrated the US Government, it was decided that the only way to guarantee that the potentially menacing situation remain hidden, along with its technological secrets, was to hide it from their own governing administration.
It was thus decided that a self-sustaining “government within a government” be formed, independent of any presidential oversight, to manage such scenarios regardless of which side of the political spectrum was in power. This “government within a government” became the precursor to the lesser known intelligence agencies which are currently still operational.
CHAPTER 1
“Come on, come on, come on! We gotta GO!” Mark’s frantically nervous voice crackled through Jake’s two-way.
Jake Marcel was crouched down beside the open safe behind the research scientist’s desk. His fingers sifted through its unlocked drawer as he shuffled through the files as quickly as he could.
“Almost there.” His eyes jumped from file to file, scanning every document.
Words leaped up off the front cover of a folder:
UNIDENTIFIED EXOTIC MATERIAL
I-BEAM METALLURGICAL ANALYSIS
EYES ONLY – RESTRICTED RELEASE
He snatched up the file from the drawer and stood up, flicking through pages. The text was written in a language that he was not familiar with. His eyes randomly darted from page to page: Test sample…unknown atomic structure…half-life suggests…high probability…correlation consistent with…sample originated within the region of the Orion system.
I found it! Jake thought.
Fixated on the top secret report, Jake dropped the grappling gun he had been carrying. He felt a mix of elation and wonder wash over him. Jake Marcel was holding an irrefutable, measurable, peer-reviewed analysis of the metal sample.
My God! This would prove…
A rumbling under his feet tore Jake from his thoughts. He felt rising trepidation as the building around him seemed to tremble.
An earthquake?
Jake winced at a snap-hiss screech that sounded like a gigantic blowtorch had just been ignited outside. The blast was accompanied by a low grumbling of rolling thunder that ricocheted around the walls and was felt in the pit of his stomach.
The noise was the distinctive howl of a twin jet engine streaking past the building. Jake froze, realizing that the jet was obviously flying lower than aviation regulations permitted.
A jet this close to the ground…it can’t be civilian!
Jake sensed that its timely presence could not be a coincidence.
“Mark?” he called, fumbling his two-way.
“On it, buddy,” Mark crackled back through the speaker.
Jake’s eyes panned around the room as picture frames rattled from the walls and shattered into pieces as they hit the floor.
His tone intensified. “What the hell was that?! An F15?”
*
Mark and Natasha were sitting in a van backed against the building Jake had broken into. With the building behind them, they had a panoramic view of the menacing aircraft beginning to circle.
Craning his neck to glimpse the jet whip past, Mark managed to strain out a few words. “We’ve got a…”
Feeling his jaw drop mid-sentence, Mark stared at the sinister looking aircraft and couldn’t believe his eyes. He had seen aircraft shaped like that before, but only in magazines or on the web, never up close.
Jake’s best friend checked one more time before answering in awe, “A Raptor!”
*
Jake slowly raised his eyes.
Pausing for a second, he wondered why anyone would send an F22 Raptor, the flagship fighter of the entire US military machine.
In a freeze frame of disbelief, he was overcome by a horrified realization.
Instinctively he reached back into the safe to retrieve the gun and a bullet clip resting on the narrow shelf over the file drawer. Along the pistol’s black side was printed “Glock 22.” Working quickly, he deciphered which way the clip should be inserted into the butt.
The instant the clip snapped into place he paused, frozen in place again for a brief moment.
There isn’t much time!
Jake’s eyes dropped back down onto the Glock gripped in his hand. Reconsidering, he threw the gun back into the safe. He folded the report, stuffed the document inside his shirt, slung the grappling gun over his shoulder and broke into a sprint back down the corridor toward the entry foyer.
*
Mark snapped open the backpack at his feet and reached in for his binoculars. Tracking the speeding jet as it curved around the building, he struggled to center the magnified image on the fighter’s undercarriage.
Mark’s awe now gave way to rising apprehension. “Buddy, those aren’t fuel tanks hanging under the belly of that thing.”
Speaking in code, he was referring to the complement of missiles being carried by the fighter, a very rare sight over homeland soil during peace time. Mark didn’t want to alarm Jake’s girlfriend sitting in the front passenger seat beside him.
Natasha was confused. “What’s a Raptor?”
Without missing a beat Mark said in rapid fire, “A fifth generation, joint strike, first wave, assault fighter.”
She returned a blank look, unimpressed.
Mark elaborated, “Okay, you know the saying ‘never bring a gun to a fight unless you intend to use it?’ Well, they would never send a 340 million dollar fighter unless they really mean business. For someone to sign off on scrambling a Raptor, it can only mean one thing.”
She crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow as if to say, “Go on.”
“They’re going to kick somebody’s ass!” he clarified.
The color drained from Natasha’s face.
Mark cringed internally. He knew he had a habit of blurting out the most inappropriate thing at the wrong time. This was one of those moments.
The next word that parted from Natasha’s lips was almost an inaudible whisper: “Jake?”
Mark’s eyes remained locked on hers as he activated his two-way. “Time to go, buddy!”
CHAPTER 2
“Already on it!”
Whatever Mark said next, Jake did not hear. Adrenalin was coursing through his body, and he was already sprinting down the corridor. Jake knew he would not have enough time to run back down the stairs to ground level. Instead, he headed for the armory safe.
He bolted through the office entry and the bulky armory doorway. Dropping to his knees he slid the rest of the way across the length of the room-sized safe, stopping in front of the crate that had earlier caught his attention. He snapped open the top of the crate; its contents shimmered.
Jake felt like he was skirting the edges of rationality. With a deep breath he heaved the object out of the crate and over his shoulder. Hauling the extra 30 pounds he dashed out of the armory and back to the office foyer. Planting himself in front of the windows, he faced the incoming threat.
Balanced on his shoulders was a Stinger rocket launcher.
The FIM-92 Stinger is a personal heat-seeking surface-to-air missile launcher. Easy to operate and light to carry, the FIM-92 was designed to be shoulder-fired by a single person.
First time for everything!
He grasped the pistol grip with his right hand, unfolded its antenna and flicked the sight assembly into position in front of his aiming eye.
The fighter was circling to make another pass. Jake found it through the Stinger’s viewfinder, tracking it across the sky as it turned toward the NRO building.
His left hand fiddled with the unit’s switches in an attempt to bring the launcher to life. Nothing happened. Trying the right thumb trigger, he pressed hard.
Still nothing.
Through the sight he could see the fighter now heading straight for the building, approaching fast.
He tried releasing the safety again, and this time he heard its gyro start to spin, commencing the weapon’s warm-up sequence. Seconds later the weapon started to buzz. This was a sound that Jake recognized; it was the confirmation signal that the Stinger’s sensors had picked up a heat source.
Target locked.
He drew in a slow deep breath and started to gently squeeze the trigger.
Then Jake’s eyes rocketed wide open. Abruptly, he spun around 180 degrees, squeezing the trigger the rest of the way.
With a hiss the missile shot down the corridor. Both its forward and rear tailfins extended before its main two-stage solid-fuel motor ignited with a loud pop-hiss. Milliseconds later the projectile collided into the rear wall of the building, detonating in a brilliant flash.
Time seemed to slow down. He watched the resulting explosion erupt from the building’s rear wall to rush at him in slow motion. Lowering the nose of the launcher, he used the long metal barrel to help shield him from the heat and airborne debris being propelled in his direction.
*
Mark and Natasha’s darkest fear had just been confirmed. They watched in horror as the fighter circled to make its final approach, its undercarriage open exposing two large missiles. They were helpless to prevent what was to follow.
All they could do was watch in terrifying slow motion as two large missiles dropped, one after the other, from the fighter’s internal weapons bay. After a short descent they exploded into life, each leaving thin white contrails as they catapulted toward the building.
Natasha’s heart stopped as she froze in shock. Mark could hear her breathing stop. An equal mix of intrigue and terror filled her chest; she had never seen a missile being launched before, let alone toward her!
There was barely time to scream.
The missile shot over their heads, disappearing into the building above them. Mark lunged over to the passenger seat, forcing Natasha forward into a brace position.
*
Jake Marcel had crept over to the other side of sanity. He waited for the Stinger missile blast to pass overhead before dropping the launcher then sprinted as fast as his legs would carry him through the smoke toward the origin of impact.