The Zeta Grey War: The Event

by D F Capps

  Dr. Schna injected the proto-stem cell fluid onto the cracked bone, working in a circular motion as the bone regenerated and filled in. Next he applied the fluid to the subcutaneous skin layer and then the outer skin. In a matter of forty-seven minutes the lung was back in its uninjured state and the skin was healed without a scar.

  “This is the most incredible thing I have ever seen,” Dr. Lundgren said.

  “There’s more,” Dr. Schna replied.

  He scanned Andrews’s body again. There was plaque in his arteries and wear in the cushions around his spinal vertebra. The shoulder joints were somewhat worn, as were the knees. He turned on the deep red light wave machine and observed the reversal of these health conditions in the holographic image as Andrews’s body healed.

  “What’s happening?” Dr. Cowen asked.

  “The deep red light stimulates the body tissue to heal and regenerate,” Dr. Schna said. “There is no tissue that cannot heal and be regenerated.”

  “This could heal almost everything,” Dr. Lundgren said. “With this technology, we could extend our lives to a hundred years or more.”

  “More like two hundred of your years,” Dr. Schna replied. He watched Andrews’s body heal.

  That should do it, he thought.

  He turned the light off, removed the pain blocking device, and checked the cognitive measurements on the holographic display. Andrews’s level of consciousness was rising rapidly.

  Andrews opened his eyes and took a deep breath. He looked around.

  “Where am I?”

  Dr. Schna smiled. “On a Tau Ceti ship. We repaired the damage to your body. You’re fine now. You just need to get some rest.”

  Andrews sat up on the table and felt his chest. “I thought I was shot.”

  Dr. Schna nodded. “You were. I fixed it.”

  Andrews looked down at his chest.

  “Where’s the scar?”

  Dr. Schna chuckled. “We don’t leave people with scars.”

  Andrews looked confused. “How long have I been here?”

  Dr. Cowen stepped forward. “Sir, you’ve been at Peregrine Base for the past three days. We asked the Tau Cetians for help because you are needed right away to stop the Zeta Greys.”

  Andrews glanced at his chest again. “There’s no pain. Everything is healed?”

  “Yes,” Dr. Schna said. “That’s perfectly normal.”

  Andrews rubbed his hands over his chest again and looked up at the doctor. “Can you teach us how to do that?”

  “Of course we can,” Dr. Schna said. “We’ve already started with you and Dr. Lundgren.”

  Chapter 54

  President Yuri Pasternov and his four personal guards moved cautiously from building to building gradually working their way out of Moscow. By late afternoon the landscape had turned from strictly urban to suburban, and now to scattered housing developments. They rested in a cluster of trees and high shrubs while Sarinov went in search of water and hopefully some food.

  Pasternov studied the three remaining guards. Sergei, he had known for years: strong, stoic, but always alert and aware. Victor was the technician among them: smaller in size, but well trained in the Spetsnaz, Russian special forces. Evgeny was from the Security Directorate. Pasternov was never sure whether he was there to protect him, or to keep an eye on him. Sarinov returned with a container of water and some food.

  “Any problems?” Pasternov asked.

  Sarinov shook his head. “A lonely grandmother, eager to help out. Especially if some rubles were involved.”

  Pasternov nodded. “Any news?”

  Sarinov’s expression was grim. “Prime Minister Popov is dead. No word on the Council of Ministers. A man named Pavel Kuznetsov is in charge. He is calling for the elimination of all weapons of war. He wants to dissolve the military.”

  “No more war,” Pasternov said. “A powerful concept following the nuclear attack on St. Petersburg. How much support?”

  Sarinov shrugged. “Difficult to know, but Moscow is flooded with an estimated eight million people right now, all cheering Kuznetsov.” He lowered his voice and added, “We’re being hunted. It’s only a matter of time before they find us.”

  Pasternov nodded slowly. “Once it gets dark, we can get out of here.”

  Sarinov glanced at the other three personal guards to see if they were paying attention to their conversation. So far they weren’t. “But what about tomorrow, and the day after? We can’t live in the woods forever.”

  “Leave that to me. We will be safe by midnight.”

  Sarinov raised his eyebrows. “You have a way out of here that does not involve the military?”

  Pasternov leaned closer and whispered, “What concerns me is Evgeny. Can he be trusted?”

  * * *

  “Good to have you back, sir,” Hollis said.

  Andrews couldn’t help but stare momentarily at the stub that remained of Hollis’s right arm. “Howie, how are you doing?”

  Hollis glanced at his missing arm. “Managing. We need to announce that you are still alive. You can’t go to Washington personally—way too dangerous—but we can do a live video feed with the news networks. I have some people setting it up.”

  * * *

  “How much longer?” Andrews asked.

  He stood in the center of the impromptu stage deep inside Peregrine Base. Gold-fringed American flags on poles covered most of a light blue wall behind him. He stepped to the podium with the presidential seal displayed on the front.

  “Hold on, sir,” Hollis replied. “We’re having a few technical difficulties.”

  Andrews raised his eyebrows and glanced at the ceiling. Technical difficulties? He thought. More like people difficulties.

  Hollis approached and spoke softly.

  “Sir, the media networks are refusing to give us air time.”

  Andrews’s shoulders slumped. “Why?”

  Hollis glanced around. “They are convinced that you’re dead and what we’re offering is being faked.”

  Andrews shook his head. “So I’ve become fake news?”

  “So they believe, sir. We’re offering proof, but they’re not willing to listen, or examine any of the documents.”

  Andrews closed his eyes and breathed out slowly. He opened his eyes and said, “I never imagined that this is how my time in office would end.”

  Hollis nodded. “Not with a bang, but with a whimper?”

  Andrews shook his head. “More like a bang followed by a whimper.”

  “Sorry, sir. We need to try something else.”

  Chapter 55

  “Sir, we have a situation,” Charlie said.

  President Andrews breathed out heavily. “What is it?”

  “We have an important informant with a connection deep within the Zeta Grey organization. She’s at risk. We need two fighter craft to go get her as soon as it’s dark.”

  Andrews nodded. “I’ll set it up with Hollis. What can she tell us?”

  Charlie looked around. People rushed in all directions. This wasn’t conducive to sensitive information, so he focused on Andrews’s mind.

  Andrews closed his eyes and tipped his head back. “If that’s the case, we’ve already lost. I thought we had time for a gradual disclosure process. Now it’s too late.”

  Charlie shook his head. “It’s not too late. We can turn this around, but we have to start now. We also need Russia and China with us.”

  Andrews shook his head. “Pasternov and Hua have already been deposed. They are no longer in power. Neither am I for that matter.”

  “I know,” Charlie said. “But all three of you have people inside the intelligence agencies who can and will help.”

  “I don’t know if either one of them is still alive,” Andrews said.

  “I have people who know each of them. They’re still alive. Trust me.”

  Andrews nodded. “Okay. What do you recommend?”

  “Contact the people you trust the most inside the intelligence
agencies and tell them you are declassifying all documents relating to UFOs, aliens, and especially the Zeta Greys. Mark all of the Zeta Grey material as critically important.”

  “Kind of a counter revolution?”

  “Exactly,” Charlie replied.

  “I’ll make the calls. We’re talking millions of documents dumped at the same time. It’s going to take time for people to read and learn about them.”

  Charlie nodded. “Prioritize. Dump the Zeta Grey material first, and then everything that backs it up with evidence. Get people’s attention, then feed their interest. Eventually they will become convinced.”

  * * *

  Peggy Sue was nervous enough without Sean pacing the floor of her small tri-level home. The sun had set and the darkness was deepening.

  “They’ll be here?” Peggy Sue asked.

  Sean nodded. “He risked his own life to save mine. He’ll do the same now.”

  She glanced out the window into the back yard. Her stomach clenched. Intuitively she feared the Zeta Greys would know something was wrong, that she had broken faith with them. She shook her head, trying to push the terrifying images of unimaginable pain and suffering from her mind. She walked slowly to the window to get a better view. Sean walked over with her.

  “Which way would they normally come?” Sean asked.

  “It varies. Mostly they come from above. Sometimes from the north.”

  She turned sharply at the sound of Sean collapsing on the floor.

  “No, no, no,” she shouted, as she bent over to help him.

  When she looked up, the bright white light of the Zeta Grey saucer filled her back yard.

  * * *

  “We come in low,” Diane said over her radio.

  “Copy that, Jink,” Buddha replied. “No point in announcing ourselves before we have to.”

  The two fighter craft rose, gently crested the ridge of the mountain chain, and dipped along the gentle slope that led to Sheridan, Wyoming. They skimmed across the high prairie from the south and approached the city.

  “The local cops are going to get flooded with UFO calls,” Buddha said.

  “Yep,” Diane said. “It’ll add some excitement to an otherwise dull and boring night.”

  As they streaked across the city lights, she recognized the bright white signature of a Zeta Grey scout saucer in the northwest corner of the city.

  “Crap,” Diane said. “They’re already here!”

  If Ryan had been in the second seat, he would have spotted the electronic signature of the saucer just after they crested the mountains. But the second seats had to be empty to get Sean and Peggy Sue out and back to Peregrine Base.

  “Buddha, take the saucer down. We can’t let them get away!”

  “Copy that.”

  * * *

  Peggy Sue doubled over in pain on the floor next to Sean. Jasper stood above her, shaking his head.

  “You betrayed us. You know what the penalty is.”

  The pain lessened as Jasper pulled her up by her arm. “Nothing can save you now.”

  He walked her out through the back wall using the bright beam from the saucer.

  Two loud cracks sounded. The light from the saucer dimmed dramatically and the transport beam shut down. Peggy Sue, Jasper, and two of the small Greys dropped to the ground. The pain in her body stopped. She scrambled to her feet and started to run. Jasper responded very quickly, catching her by the arm and restarting the pain she was experiencing.

  “You’re not going anywhere. You’re mine now.”

  Another white craft swung around from the left and landed in the field just the other side of the fence. It was shaped differently from the disk-shaped saucers. This one was a wide oval. The canopy on the new craft rose and a person in a shiny spacesuit and large helmet climbed out and jumped to the ground.

  The two small Greys rushed forward and pointed some kind of flashlight device at the person. Two loud cracks came from her right, each one hitting a small Grey. When she looked over, another of the new craft was silently hovering above her neighbor’s house.

  Jasper held Peggy Sue in front of him, using her as a shield. The person in the spacesuit jumped the fence and aimed a flashlight shaped thing at them. Then everything went black.

  * * *

  Diane fired the flash gun in stun mode. The woman dropped to the ground, unconscious. Unable to support her limp body, the hybrid stood still, glancing over at the saucer.

  There’s another one in the saucer, she realized. I just can’t see it because the door is on the opposite side from me.

  She kept her weapon pointed at the hybrid.

  Another loud crack from Buddha’s particle beam cannon and the last Zeta Grey fell from the door of the saucer and landed head first in the grass. Diane walked slowly over and picked up the three Zeta Grey weapons, keeping her own flash gun pointed at the hybrid.

  “Buddha, I think we’re clear. Come on down.”

  Buddha’s craft slipped silently into the field and set down next to her craft. The canopy opened and he climbed out.

  “We were supposed to pick up the woman and Sean Wells. Now we have an extra passenger.”

  Buddha pointed his flash gun at the fence and pressed the vaporize button twice, opening a six-foot wide section of the fence and leaving two black ovals in the grass. “Mr. Wells isn’t in any immediate danger. We could take the woman and the hybrid and leave him behind.”

  Diane nodded. It wasn’t ideal, but what was these days?

  Buddha walked to his craft and returned with some nylon cord and a spare helmet. He placed the helmet on the hybrid and tied his hands behind his back. He walked the hybrid back to his craft and lifted it into the back seat.

  Diane stepped quietly in through the back door of the house. Sean Wells was sound asleep on the floor. She looked at the front door as the sound of police sirens got closer. There wasn’t going to be any time to get another craft in here for Sean, she realized.

  “We have to go.”

  * * *

  Sean Wells woke from someone shaking his shoulder. He opened his eyes only to be greeted by three police officers pointing guns at him.

  “What happened?”

  “That’s what we want to know,” a Sheridan police officer said.

  Chapter 56

  “Even spring in Moscow is cold,” Pasternov said, shivering as night fell.

  Sarinov nodded. “We can’t make a fire—it’ll draw too much attention.”

  Pasternov nodded. “Is there a clearing in the woods near here?”

  “I think I saw one about a quarter mile from here. Why?”

  Pasternov glanced around and whispered, “We’re getting out of here.”

  Pasternov walked away from the group, selected Evgeny’s phone, inserted the battery, and made a short call. When he returned, he called Evgeny over. “We need to know what’s going on. Can you get close enough to someone’s home to find out without being seen?”

  Evgeny nodded. “It could take an hour or so. Could I get my phone? I can use it to get news broadcasts.”

  Pasternov shook his head. “Too much risk. You can have it when you get back.”

  “As you wish.” Evgeny walked off toward the nearest housing development in the pale moonlight. As soon as he was well out of sight, Pasternov called Sarinov and the other two guards together. He turned to Sarinov.

  “Take us to the clearing. We’re getting out of here.”

  He took the battery out of Evgeny’s phone and set them down on a fallen tree. He then picked up a large rock and smashed the phone. He removed the SIM card and smashed it as well.

  Sarinov appeared stunned, but led the way to the clearing. Once there it took no more than two minutes before four glowing lights appeared in the sky. The crafts silently drifted over the clearing, then gently landed in the tall grass.

  Pasternov walked swiftly to a craft. He turned to find his security team backed against the trees.

  “They’re ours. Let’s
go. We don’t have much time.”

  Sarinov moved first then the other two followed. Each one climbed into the rear seat of a fighter craft. The canopies closed and the four craft quietly bolted into the night sky.

  Chapter 57

  Charlie stood at the door to the ready deck in Peregrine Base as Diane and Buddha landed. He escorted the hybrid through the halls, down the elevator, and into the secure isolation cells. Sergeant Henderson pointed his flash gun at the hybrid as Charlie removed the helmet and untied the half-alien, half-human.

  The hybrid quickly tried to control Charlie’s mind. Charlie casually looked over at it.

  “Not going to work,” Charlie said. “These cells and this entire section are protected with Faraday cages and telepathic dampening technology. You’re alone. The Zeta Greys can’t get in and you can’t get out. I’m your only contact. You either talk to me, or you sit here in dead silence. Your choice.”

  You have a name? Charlie asked telepathically.

  The hybrid appeared startled and looked around the room.

  Name, Charlie repeated.

  Jasper.

  Okay, Jasper, what were you doing with the woman?

  Jasper looked away, trying hard to block his thoughts. Charlie smiled. You’re not very good at this. I can still read your thoughts.

  Jasper turned away from Charlie.

  That’s okay, Charlie reassured him. We have all the time in the world.

  * * *

  Sheridan Police Department Lieutenant Nick Harris leaned over Sean Wells.