Spook and the Captain also informed Spook’s two brothers of the discrepancies in the President Kennedy Zapruder film. Sam Lin and Si Lei realized those alien documents were monumental and could be vital to US security and beneficial to society as a whole. They decided to become a part of the team. It was entirely through their help and with assistance from Mr. Rousseau that Papa Scarburg, Captain Scarburg, Spook and Tinker escaped from Thailand and were able to return to the United States. Later they, with the exception of Mr. Rousseau, would establish the SCAR organization and facilities.
Ryan Rousseau and the Captain had been colleagues for over forty years. The Captain considered him a close friend. Rousseau was instrumental in helping Sam Lin and Si Lei arrange all the inside CIA connections in Thailand. His help allowed the team to avoid capture and escape to the USA. He thought he deserved a top leadership role; however, the recognition as a SCAR founder was his ultimate goal. Rather than being thought of as a charter member, an equal to the Captain, Spook, Sam Lin and Si Lei, he considered himself an underling, a mere supervisor within SCAR.
Rousseau harbored a deep, dark secret. A terrible secret he did not want revealed. A secret he would go to any lengths, including murder, to protect. This secret was much more sinister than just his desire to be recognized as a SCAR founding member.
The Captain’s “trip” was to begin at exactly 2:30:00 p.m. on Monday November 19, 2012 local Washington, D.C. time. The destination was programmed into the Pegasus computers for him to land on the roof at the southwest corner of the Texas School Book Depository (TSBD), 411 Elm Street. The TSBD was located on the northeast side of Dealy Plaza in Dallas, Texas. The time of arrival was programmed for exactly 12:29:30 p.m., on Friday, November 22, 1963, forty-nine years plus one day, earlier. Extraction was to be at exactly 12:29:30 p.m. Saturday, November 23, 1963, exactly twenty-four hours after arrival. The spacecraft would remain visible for only five minutes after landing at its destination then it would disappear. Pegasus would not reappear until 12:24:30 a.m. on Saturday, November 23, 1963, twelve hours later, and twelve hours before departure. It was supposed to re-appear back at the SCAR laboratory at 2:30:32 p.m. Monday, November 19, 2012. Two seconds after it left! To paraphrase a famous general: ‘The plan of battle usually goes awry at the sound of the first gun.’ Need more be said about the Captain’s bold adventure?
After landing in Dallas, the Captain would have to open the hatch, jump from the ‘flying saucer’, attack the shooter on the roof, disrupt the assassin’s first shot, and if able, jump back through the hatch into Pegasus before it disappeared. It must disappear; the roof will be swarming with police just minutes after the first shots are fired at the President. Five minutes might be cutting it short, for once the hatch closes the craft dematerializes and the Captain will not be able to enter Pegasus and return for twelve hours.
This five-minute period of time would be some of the most dramatic five minutes in American history.
Why wait twenty-four hours before attempting extraction of Pegasus?
It was believed the Sunev aliens engineered the automatic exit flight exactly twenty-four hours later as a safety margin. This would allow some leeway in case something went wrong. During this time, Pegasus would be totally invisible except for a five-minute window of time exactly twelve hours later, and it would not materialize again until five minutes before the 12:29:30 p.m. November 23, 1963 departure time. If something went wrong, this five-minute appearance of Pegasus would allow someone to re-enter the craft.
It was necessary to land on top of the Texas School Book Depository at the southeastern corner of the roof at exactly thirty seconds past 12:29. The shooting of President Kennedy occurred at 12:30 sharp. A witness had placed a second shooter on the roof in that exact location - this shooter was using a 30-06 rifle. A much more powerful rifle than the 6.5 mm Italian Carcano supposedly used by Lee Harvey Oswald. Papa Scarburg, the Captain, Spook and Tinker all say they heard four shots fired as they viewed the Zapruder film on the ‘Edison’. Papa Scarburg and Captain Scarburg both military men, recognized two of the weapon discharges, as coming from a 30-06 rifle, if not a 30-06 it surely wasn’t a 6.5 mm Carcano rifle. Additionally, we know in the Alternate Universe Agent Hill jumps on the rear of the limousine after the first shot is fired and is hit in the back by the second shot saving President Kennedy from a fatal wound. The Captain had to distract this shooter long enough to allow Lee Harvey Oswald or whoever to fire the fatal second shot. This second shot would hit the head of the target at which they were aiming - President John Kennedy.
President Kennedy would be killed, and destiny’s road would take a totally different path. Earth’s destiny will be set on the correct course. Since we had the benefit of knowing the course of both the current Universe and the original Universe, there was no doubt the original was the right choice.
LAUNCH!
The Transport Launch Sequence leading up to the departure of Pegasus had already started approximately thirty minutes before Captain Scarburg arrived in the laboratory. He had to hurry, it was already 2:20 p.m. - only ten minutes to ‘transport’.
He quickly jumped into his bright red flight suit and slid through the entrance hatch. The Flight Prep Crew hurried to secure his safety harness and flight helmet when he heard the Crew Chief Mike Watkins announce from the Pegasus Control Center, “T minus four minutes, thirty seconds.” This command activated the craft’s operational instrument recorders. Time in this world was running out, but before that happened disaster was about to strike. The Flight Prep Crew could not get one of the d-ring buckles to lock on the Captain’s harness. It had to be fastened, or the mission had to be aborted. If postponed, it would be hours, if not days, before Pegasus could be prepared for another attempt. The bank of onboard computer, which have many different types of formulas and equations, would have to be re-programmed in order to manipulate the time/space continuum. The re-programming was essential to insure the craft arrived at its preselected destination.
At T minus thirty-one seconds, Pegasus’s onboard computers started their terminal launch sequence. Although, according to the alien documents the ‘flying saucer’ remained exactly in the middle of the staging area where it started, it never actually moved, only the world around it changed to the Pegasus selected destination GPS coordinates. The craft just broke the thin fabric of time though a wormhole and crossed into another Parallel Universe. Strange huh? But the problem still remained – Captain Scarburg’s harness was still not fastened! The launch window was quickly closing. “Come on we have less than thirty-one seconds to get the latch snapped shut - do something - anything!!” With this demand, one of the Flight Prep Crew grabbed a pair of Vice-Grip pliers and with all his might squeezed the latch closed. It might never open again, but the Captain simply could slip out of the harness even with this latch locked. He gave the Prep Crew a thumbs up signal - he was finally ready to go as they hurriedly tried to get everyone out the hatch - time was running out!!
At T minus ten seconds, the "Go for Magnetic Rotor Start" command is issued by the TLS. All physical connections from Pegasus to the launch facility have been severed. Pegasus was ‘good to go’. Captain Scarburg quickly pointed his camera out the porthole to his front and snapped a picture.
At T minus six seconds, the three main rotors energized at intervals of 110 milliseconds. The rotors had three seconds to throttle up to 95 percent rotational speed. At T minus three seconds, if the main rotors were at the required ninty-five percent, the ‘Tachyon’ sequence started. Theoretically a Tachyon is a sub-atomic particle moving faster than the speed of light. The Pegasus’s four primary flight computers monitor all of these faster than the speed of light events.
At T minus zero, the craft began to disappear and totally ‘departed’ the staging area at T plus seven seconds. Hopefully, at T plus twenty-three seconds the craft and Captain Scarburg should appear on the roof of the School Book Depository. The Captain had to exit the vehicle, accost the shooter on the
roof, disable him somehow and get back into the time machine before the allotted five minutes had expired.
From the window of his office, Ryan Rousseau stood and watched Pegasus gradually de-materialize into thin air. His right hand rubbed the whiskers of his beard, but this hand did not cover the diabolical grin he had as Captain Scarburg’s flight disappeared.
Chapter Nine
THE UNIVERSE HAS A PLAN
The day was beautiful - a clear, deep cobalt sky was directly overhead, which faded as one looked toward the horizon to a gorgeous blue-green. It was Friday, a dazzling autumn day in the city of Dallas, Texas. A day where one could say, ‘Isn’t it thrilling to be alive just to be a part of such a magnificent day?’ Decade’s later people would remember this day and know exactly what they had been doing; exactly where they were; exactly what they said and saw on this most incomparable day. By then words like, awful, dreadful, horrible and terrifying would replace the words marvelous, magnificent and beautiful - soft, gentle words, which would no longer be used in conjunction with this egregious autumn day in November 1963.
Earlier in the morning there had been a drizzling, cold rain, but as if nature knew how momentous this day was to become the sun was now out in all its southwestern brilliance. Even the clouds had hidden themselves from view as if saying they did not want to be witness to the day’s coming events. The air was brisk and fresh with a slight northerly breeze gently blowing over the Texas School Book Depository buildings built on the northeast corner of Dealy Plaza. But this was nothing unusual for this time of the year in the Lone Star state of Texas. Now the sun was shining, and everything in nature seemed to be in perfect balance. Dealy Plaza was a park, and a beautiful sight to see. Bounded on the east by Houston Street, on the north by Elm and on the south by Commerce; Main Street neatly split the Plaza into north and south sections; the west end was bounded by the Triple Train Overpass.
At the northwest corner, of Elm and Houston Street on Dealy Plaza was the Texas School Book Depository and diagonally and down the street a bit to the east on Houston was the Dallas City Jail. A flock of pigeons was clearly visibly above the school book building, fluttering off in all directions, up and over the oversized, red lettered ‘HERTZ RENT A CAR’ sign, and the Chevrolet sign with its digital clock mounted above. Both the Chevrolet and the time clock signs used big, bright, yellow letters that could be seen for blocks. That day, the clock’s yellow, digital letters seemed to click slowly. Time was so surreal it was spooky. It were as if the clock itself said, “Stop, I must stop,” but onward the minutes clicked... ticking unceasingly to arrive at the time destiny had allotted for this moment! It would seem, somehow, the elements had picked up on what was about to happen. It was as though, somehow, an invisible finger slipped into the beautiful day and pointed as to say, "Careful now, the Universe has a plan."
A time that will be forever etched into every hidden recess of the minds of all who stood mesmerized - unwilling witnesses to the unfolding panorama of one of history’s greatest events which would be played out as if on a stage right before their eyes.
As Presidential Roosevelt said of December 7, 1941, “a day that will forever live in infamy.” This day, November 22, 1963, would also be remembered forever. Anyone looking at the clock would have noticed...
The time was Friday, November 22, 1963, 12:27:32.
The day was beautiful - a clear blue November day. A day where it could be said, ‘Isn’t it thrilling to be alive on such a day?’ Haven’t you heard this uttered before? You are right... but it doesn’t alter the fact as it began no one realized it had the potential of becoming an extraordinary eventful autumn day!! Extraordinary? Amazing, incredible, inconceivable, or unimaginable. Those words may convey what this day was destined to mean to the United States of America!!
Yes, the brisk morning was refreshing, with a slight northwestern to southeastern breeze but nothing unusual for this time of the year in the Lone Star State. The parade route was covered with the Texas flag. Every utility pole along the parade route appeared to fly at least one flag. As, the song lamented, ‘The eyes of Texas are upon you’, surely bore truth to this austere group of the country’s most influential politicians that warm November day. The sun brightly shone, and everything seemed to be in perfect unison with the total surrounding.
It seemed as if nothing could spoil such a magnificent demonstration of love and admiration the crowd showed for the President of the United States - John Fitzgerald Kennedy and his beautiful First Lady Jacqueline. She was adorned in a double-breasted, strawberry pink and navy trimmed Chanel wool suit, with a matching pink pillbox hat. In her arms, she nestled a beautiful bouquet of red roses given to her on her arrival at Dallas’s Love Field by Mrs. Earle Cabell, the wife of Dallas’s mayor Earle Cabell.
The motorcade slowly began its right ninety-degree turn leaving Main Street and heading north on Houston. The noonday sun was brilliant, and shining almost directly into the eyes of the occupants of the automobiles. Although late in autumn, this November day was especially bright and warm. The driver Special Agent Bill Green and his partner Assistant Special Agent-In-Charge Roy Kellerman, wearing the ever-present wire rimmed dark sunglasses, squinted into the bright sun. Their job was to watch for anything suspicious, or abnormal before the Presidential limousine, behind them, arrived. The Secret Service men jumped from the running boards and stood on the black asphalt preventing the crowd from pushing forward toward the occupants of the limousine as it crept almost timelessly around the corner.
The time was 12:28:30, Friday, November 22, 1963.
A JOURNEY TOWARD DESTINY
Patrolman James E. Brown, Sergeant W. Willis and Patrolman Edward D. Jones of the Dallas Motor Division mounted on their large black and white motorcycles rode approximately one-half block ahead of President Kennedy’s limousine. In this position, they were quick to help the Secret Service block the intersections. Officer Brown who was in front sped forward and positioned his Harley crossways to block the intersection of Houston and Elm. Willis and Jones continued on around the corner clearing the throng of people, especially those congregating in front of the Texas State Book Depository.
Little did anyone realize the man in the back seat, perspiring and waving to the crowd beneath the hot Texas sun, might be enjoying the last couple of minutes of his extraordinary Camelot life. Could he perhaps have had a premonition of his future? Was he aware of the approaching tragedy? Could this destiny we speak of change if the car sped up? Or maybe it should slow down? Would it matter, who knows, but fate was about to enter the scene - a historic moment was about to occur and occur quickly, so quick, in fact, dozens of eyewitnesses to this day, cannot agree on the actual sequence of events that took place that horrible day?
Doctors say the human memory is unreliable; although, tremendous faith is placed on it. The brain is not a computer storing data on its hard drive where it can be retrieved instantly and precisely. The human computer shapes facts, contorts images, fills in gaps and merges perceived knowledge with unknown information to formulate what it believes is the truth. Is it lying? Most certainly it was not, but it may not be precisely the truth either.
The black 1961 Lincoln Continental limousine, code named SS-100-X crept... five maybe ten miles per hour... slowly... slowly... as if time stood still. It was merely a Detroit constructed machine, it was hard to believe, but those present that day say it appeared the limousine knew what was about to transpire. It was as if that Henry Ford inspired large piece of steel could see the people waving; hear the cheers and shouts of greeting from the assembled crowd of well-wishers. The dignitaries in the caravan waved back, it was truly a momentous event. What a joyous, jubilant day, a day to be remembered forever. Oh how totally correct this prediction would prove to be!
Just a few more yards and a 120 degree turn west onto Elm Street; down Elm through the triple overpass; turn right up the ramp to North Stemmons Freeway to the Dallas Trade Mart at 2100 North Stemmons, a mere five minute dri
ve. JFK would deliver another speech and share in a sizzling, mouth-watering Texas raised T-bone. The luncheon to be hosted by the Democratic Party of Dallas along with key government, business, religious, and civic leaders and their spouses. Later Air Force One, the giant silver and blue Boeing 707 officially known as “two-six-thousand”, 26000, would leave Love Field in Dallas and fly to Austin for another speech, this time for a fund raising dinner at the Municipal Auditorium. After that a leisurely motorcade drive of fourteen miles west to the ranch of Vice President Lyndon Johnson for a weekend of fun and relaxation.
The time was 12:29:10.
“WHAT THE...WHAT WAS THAT?”
This was the official well-planned motorcade route; however, things were about to go awry but awry is not a strong or powerful enough word to encompass this day’s events... one must invent a new word describing the next few minutes taking place next to the grassy Dealy Plaza, in the center of Dallas, Texas. Everything seemed to proceed as planned. In fact, one Secret Service agents riding in the automobile following the presidential vehicle radioed the words “Five Minutes” to the waiting agents at the Dallas Trade Mart. Little did he realize that was going to be an exceedingly long five minutes?
As the Secret Service agent finished his two-word message his world came crashing down, he would never be the same after this moment in time....
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