“Okay, Grandpa right,” said Gabby, “we all know President Kennedy was shot, severely wounded, but he survived and the rest of what you’ve listed is true, so I’ll put my initials on your board, but what does this have to do with anything? Especially about testing that Pegasus alien gadget?”
“You will see in a minute Gabby, and it is not an alien gadget. Yes, we did use their documents, blueprints and instructions, but we were the ones who actually constructed the machine. It is not their gadget it is OUR gadget.”
“Grandpa, please explain it to me again. This time in English,” said Gabby.
Chapter Seven
DEALY PLAZA, DALLAS TEXAS
Destiny - ‘a preordained set of events for a particular occurrence’ - is a funny phenomenon. It can be set in motion or altered in a split second. The problem is we do not know when such a moment is going to occur. On this particular day, destiny’s clock began to tick at 12:30 p.m. November 22, 1963; however, the paths of destiny sometime lead to different destinations.
On this date, at exactly 12:30 President John Fitzgerald Kennedy was almost assassinated on Elm Street. Elm is located on the north side of a grassy park known as Dealey Plaza in downtown Dallas, Texas. Did you think a mistake was made when the word ‘almost’ was used instead of ‘was’? Then you would be correct it was ‘almost’ but it was no mistake - as known from studying American history books the assassination did not fail!! What? Then this must be wrong... is this a lie? Or is it a twist of the truth? No, nothing of the sort, the murder of President Kennedy was totally unsuccessful as the headline banner in the Dallas Times Herald the next morning November 23, 1963 confirms:
JFK - ASSASSINATION ATTEMPT FAILED
Texas Governor Also Wounded By Assassin’s Bullet
The story about to be revealed was true. True in every aspect, however, until now only one side of the JFK tragedy was known, the story the world has always taken as fact - the path of destiny, which ended with John F. Kennedy being assassinated.
What is now going to be revealed is another world, an alternate world, a parallel world in which the road of destiny diverged on November 22, 1963. In this world, President John Kennedy did survive the assassination attempt, and this world is just as true as the present one. We could be living in that other world today, thankfully we are not. It is said: truth is sometimes stranger than fiction. How true this is, how unbelievable true.
Einstein figured out the physics concerning a phenomenon mere mortals just cannot grasp. In fact, the more one thinks about it the more confusing it becomes. He said time was not a straight line. Meaning it did not start yesterday and will not end tomorrow. There’s something remarkable about time - something Captain Scarburg and Pegasus will discover.
If a person were aware something was about to happen they could give a more precise description of what just took place. Confusion, panic, fear would all push a person’s mental faculties to the limit if the event were spontaneous. This obviously happened on that fateful November day. For now imagine what the United States and the rest of the world would be like if the Assassin had not accomplished his mission. We will not dwell on this but rather focus on the events of that nearly cataclysmic day.
President Kennedy did not survive the attempt on his life on November 22, 1963. The Captain was there that eventful day!! What!! That can’t be right, but he was and his personal involvement resulted in the assassination of John F. Kennedy, the thirty-fifth President of the United States of America.
Robert Edward Scarburg, Jr., better known as Captain Robert Scarburg, killed President John F. Kennedy!!
A better explanation would be - he allowed the President to be killed, rather than he personally killed him. Killed implied direct involvement in the murder. Captain Scarburg was no murderer; in fact if anything he was a patriot of the highest order. Papa Scarburg was a hero of the highest order also; in fact, he was awarded the Medal of Honor in Vietnam. After understanding the Captain’s part in that account, it will be self-evident if a Medal of Honor could be awarded to a civilian, he would have been the recipient.
The record needs to be set straight since the Captain and a few others created this present Universe. The truth is: there are dozens of roads of destiny, and they can all be right. They just arrive in the future at the same time but with totally different results
This makes no sense, there was a plan to assassinate President Kennedy, and it was successful. The President was murdered in Dealy Plaza, Dallas, Texas on November 22, 1963.’ That’s true, and it was successful, it did not fail. So, where does the idea that the assassin did not complete his mission come from?
Wasn’t anyone paying attention in U.S. History? It’s right there in black and white. John F. Kennedy not only survived but also was re-elected president in 1964. Vice Lyndon Baines Johnson succeeded Kennedy - wrong! Kennedy remained president for two terms. In fact, his brother Robert was Vice President in his successful 1964 re-election. There never was a President Lyndon Baines Johnson. Not is that Parallel Universe.
As previously stated: what is about to be disclosed is true. This is not crazy, and one does not need to be strapped in a tightly bound, little white jacket and locked in a padded room once it has been told.
President Kennedy DOES survive the assassin’s bullet that terrible day, but on the other hand President Kennedy DOES NOT survive the assassin’s bullet that day. What? How could he both survive and at the same time not survive? Well, this is the incredible story, which will soon be told. The explanation involves physics, Einstein, particles and waves, Parallel Universes and well... well... much, much more. By the time this story is finished some of you will be scratching your heads in disbelief, rest assured everything about to be reported is a true scientific fact. It happened. The entire story will be told; however, to understand fully let’s just begin at the beginning – in that other Parallel Universe of yesterday.
Chapter Eight
A RIDE ON PEGASUS
Placing the marker back on the stand, Captain Scarburg turned to the group sitting at the table, “This may sound strange, but each of you has voted on the accuracy of the information on this chart. You acknowledged the accuracy of my chart by placed your initials next to the statements which you agreed on, making them so big I can see them without my reading specs’.” Captain Scarburg then stepped out in front of his easel, picked up his camera and snapped a picture of his notes complete with their initials. “Just a picture for my files,” he said flipping a cover sheet over from the back to hide his notes.
Turning toward the conference table, “Say cheese,” as he clicked a picture of everyone sitting at the table. Walking back to the podium he picked up a black leather bag. The bag was about the size of a small duffle, and he unceremoniously swung it over his shoulder. “Lou, Sam Lin, Si Lei would you please come up here and assist me?” The three did as Grandpa beckoned. Grandpa handed them a security tag and instructed them to insert the tag’s metal prong through the two closing tabs of the bag and firmly attach the tag to the bag. Once attached the seal would have to be broken in order to open the bag and remove the contents.
“What is the purpose of the security tag Captain?” Lou asked.
“All in good time, Lou, all in good time. I left something back in the lab facility concerning this meeting. I must get it before I continue. Krista, please play the CD that I gave you earlier. It will document all the details of that fateful November 22, 1963 day at Dealy Plaza, Dallas, Texas. That information will refresh your memory concerning the attempted assassination of President Kennedy. We can talk more about it when I return.”
Captain Scarburg walked briskly across the room toward the door. As the ‘click-clack-click-clack’ of his boots echoed off the hard oak flooring, they all sat staring at each other with a quizzical look on their faces.
Before reaching the door, Captain Scarburg turned, smiled at the group and said, “You all be on your best behavior, don’t mess with my board and remember this room is
wired with state of the art technology – you will be watched.” As he spoke he snapped another picture of the entire room.
Their questioning expressions would have been hard to miss. ‘What is he up to?’ Wondered the group.
“Back in a minute,” he said opening the door.
The time was 2:15 p.m., Monday November 19, 2012.
Blast off was scheduled for 2:30:00 exactly. Blast off!! What was this talk of a blast off? Blast off of what?
Forrest and the others sat in the conference room waiting and wondering what was happening. Grandpa was sure acting strangely. What was he up to?
Everyone in the room realized the Captain wasn’t being truthful, but what was the truth? The SCAR team in the conference room had forcefully suggested Forrest use the Mindtraveler to follow and observe whatever his Grandpa was doing, and they needed a report from first hand
This is the device the SCAR group in the conference room was trying to get Forrest to use - once again to spy on his Grandfather. Spy may not be an apt word, it may be a tad strong in this case, but that was exactly the intent.
SCAR is a total team, they check and balance each other - one member doesn’t get into danger or become overextended and find himself or herself in trouble totally alone. No member has to bare the burden of SCAR’s responsibility when tough decisions have to be made. Since Forrest had used the Mindtraveler before, they thought he would agree. They were wrong - Forrest wanted no part in spying on his grandfather. The last time he tried sleuthing he found out more than he wanted, or needed, to know. This time they would have to wait until Captain Scarburg returned to find out where he went and for what purpose.
The time was 2:18:45.
Captain Scarburg walked across the hall to the elevator. Entering the elevator he inserted his access card allowing him authorization to the floor labeled ‘LAB’. He pressed a four number combination on the keypad, which only gained him entrance to the lab located in the sub-levels of the office building. Any visitor to the restricted area must possess an access card and code numbers just to get to the lab level. Once there an armed guard greets the visitor as the elevator door opens. The guard will check credentials before allowing entry into the area where Pegasus is located. These procedures are strictly enforced. Deadly force is authorized if warranted.
In the middle of this glass and stainless steel room, a room as sterile as any hospital operating room, sat the most glorious, dazzling object one could imagine. It was bathed in the glow from dozens of lights focused on its polished titanium skin. At first glance, it resembled the Saturn nose cones, which carried the astronauts to the moon and back; but after closer examination it looked more like a ‘flying saucer’. This engineering marvel was not of this world either. Well actually that particular one was. Pegasus had been constructed in the SCAR laboratory, but the blueprints that provided its design were provided by documents found by Captain Scarburg in Cambodia. The documents were part of a huge stockpile of extraterrestrial material found at Pac Toul. Captain Scarburg, Spook, Tinker, Sam Lin and Si Lei were all instrumental in returning the documents to the U.S. for SCAR’s use.
In fact, that was the purpose for the formation of SCAR - to decipher and build the apparatuses described in the alien documents. SCAR did not invent any of the mechanisms. They have existed all along on the planet Sunev, but now Earthlings have been allowed to use the alien technology to re-invent these gadgets and machines for mankind’s benefit. Some of SCARs inventions are: cellphones, communication satellites, personal computers, flat screen televisions, digital cameras, compact discs, video recorders, the internet and the lists go on and on. The exciting part is SCAR has only decoded roughly one-fourth of the entire alien collection of documents and blueprints. It makes one wonder what marvelous inventions future generations will discover in the remaining papers?
On the exterior surface of the silver Pegasus SCAR had etched a two-foot circle divided into four equal sections. Each quarter section contained the following: the first section had an outline of a man's face; the second represented a lion; the third was a bull and the last one an image of an eagle.
SCAR used these four symbols because they were the same images inscribed on the alien flying saucer that transported the scientists held hostage at Pac Toul, Cambodia in 1967. These aliens had been visiting the Earth for thousands of years, and at each location, they left a face, a lion, a bull and an eagle carved, chiseled or painted on a rock, a monument or entwined within an engraving or painting. Always inscribed in a circle divided into four segments. The symbols are always there; however, in most archaeological digs, due to the long passage of time since the aliens left them, and most time those on the archeological dig do not know what to look for, and they may never discover them.
When cleared by the security guard, Captain Scarburg hurried over to the Flight Director’s (FD) office. The FD’s office, and a number of other offices formed a circle around the interior wall leaving Pegasus sitting majestically in the bull’s eye of the large circular room. Its gleaming metallic surface glistened in the bright light. The FD was the leader of the entire flight control team consisting of approximately fifty people. He was also the person who would give the go ahead for Pegasus Control Center to begin the countdown. The FD would continue to monitor the Transport Launch Sequence (TLS).
The TLS was required prior to the initiation of the alteration of the molecular structure or transporting as it had begun to be called. The four primary flight computers on Pegasus monitored all of these split-second transporting events. The object, or in this case, a human body, had to be scanned, and all the billions and billions of molecular data separated and stored as information in the computer. Once transport occurred the computers must re-arrange the molecular information back into the exact configuration they had been in before they were dissected into billions and billions of bits of computer datum.
Part of the TLS was the input of a precise destination time in the past. Even though, Einstein said time was not a straight line, but in this case, it had to be. Pegasus must go back and arrive at an exact moment in time, in a specific place; otherwise, the computers go haywire and cannot reconstruct the time machine. The location is determined by GPS (another SCAR invention) coordinates. Accuracy at the arrival point must be measured to a distance less than ten feet; however, no one knows if Pegasus did or did not arrive at its targeted destination point. Obviously that is only part of the problem. The cameras within the interior and exterior of Pegasus will record all the gages, which would show when and where the craft arrived, but none of the time machines has ever returned, so it is impossible to determine whether the program was on the right path or not. Some of the flight engineers at SCAR believed the time-machines may have arrived at the pre-determined location, and on the programmed date, but twenty-four hours later when it de-materialized to return home something must have gone haywire with the onboard computers, and God only knows where the machines went from there. They may be 1,000 years in the future or lost in the stone age of the past. One thing was known for sure, they did not come back to the laboratory at SCAR headquarters. A cave man may be standing outside his cave at this very moment poking one of the shiny, round, time machines with his stone tipped spear urging it to get out of his way.
The one thing vital to a successful mission: Pegasus must land on a flat surface. If the angle of the craft is leaning more than three degrees the gyros will not properly balance, and the rotation of the rotors will not function correctly. Return flight will be impossible. Was this what caused the previous flights’ failure? No one knows.
There were a lot of unknowns to time traveling with the various earlier models of Pegasus, and, so far, with dire consequences. Months if not years may be required to perfect its transporting ability, although the alien documents indicate it is possible to do so safely. SCAR’s engineers and scientists do not know, for sure, where the previous Pegasus’ have gone. Did they land in the correct place? No one knew the answer. Did the transpor
ted object get reconfigured? Again, the answer was unknown. And worst of all - Pegasus had never been brought back home. To date a total of three Pegasus machines has been lost... Who knows? Maybe the interpretation of the alien blueprints for Pegasus’s construction was wrong - Pegasus may NEVER work.
When Captain Scarburg left the conference room the SCAR family had no idea he planned to put his own life in peril. If they had known the Captain was going to ride number four they would have attempted to talk some sense into his thick head.
Blast off was less than fifteen minutes away
Captain Scarburg knew all these risks. He had a mission to complete. He had to prove to those waiting upstairs that Pegasus would work. His “sixth sense” told him the alien blueprints were accurate. He reasoned if he could be sent back to the correct time and at the proper coordinates then molecular re-assembly would occur. He strongly believed he could figure out how to get his flying saucer back home. Captain Scarburg was a full-scale optimist.
Earlier the Captain had formulated a plan with the Pegasus Flight Team. He had informed Mr. Ryan Rousseau, Chief of Experimental Design and the Pegasus Flight Director that he, the Captain would personally be the guinea pig for the next ‘flight’. Mr. Rousseau had been a SCAR team member from SCARs early inception; actually he had been involved before SCAR was formed.
Mr. Rousseau had been the head of the Special Operations Division, working in the CIA office in Bangkok, Thailand. He worked with Spook’s two brothers Sam Lin and Si Lei Kim. In fact, he had been their division supervisor when Spook explained to Sam Lin and Si Lei that Papa Scarburg’s Special Forces A-Team had found the alien documents in Cambodia. Needing help within the CIA community Sam Lin and Si Lei had to take Mr. Rousseau into their confidence and explain the mission Papa Scarburg, Captain Scarburg, Spook and Tinker, were engaged in, a mission that only a few knew, or should know about.
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