The Bovine Connection

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by Kimberly Thomas


  Angelica looked at Blake blankly as she thought for a moment. “How would that be possible?

  “I imagine through nighty visitations, and procedures on their crafts,” he said, straight-faced. “We are talking about highly evolved beings here, Ms. Bradley.”

  Matthew observed Angelica grappling with all of this from a state of perplexity.

  Ellen leaned closer to Angelica. “They don’t just walk in on you in the middle of the night and say, ‘Hi, I’m an alien, and you’re coming with me!’ Well, they might, but that’s probably rare.” Ellen giggled.

  Angelica sat there for a moment bewildered, wide-eyed, and trying to contemplate the provocative conversation. “Blake said procedures.”

  “Well, with this particular kind, yes. However, the others do it differently. They steal your eggs, and create the life form in their lab.”

  Angelica planted her feet defiantly. “So you are talking about two different races that are creating hybrids?” Angelica peered over at Matthew. He was nodding his head. She thought it sounded entirely too far-fetched, and yet Matthew seemed to endorse the idea.

  Ellen looked over at Blake and nodded to proceed. Blake started patiently. “The benevolent race looks very similar to humans, but is much taller and more muscular… kind of angelic. Most people have reported seeing the ones with light skin, light eyes, and light hair. However, they are not limited to those features. One of my former colleagues said he had seen an Asian-looking one with light blonde hair while working at the underground base. Supposedly they have been around a long time. This is the group creating a new race of super-hybrids here on Earth.” Blake rubbed his fingers across his lips. “Why? We do not really know. There are a lot of theories out there.”

  “Are these human-like beings working with our government?” Angelica asked, as nonchalantly as she possibly could.

  “I do not know why they were at Newton,” Blake frowned. “This other race appears androgynous and supposedly originated from a star system near the Orion Constellation. I question whether they are the future version of us coming back for some reason. Who knows? Maybe they know our future and are harvesting the human genetics. Anyway, these things are also creating the hybrids, however for a completely different reason, it’s speculated, and they are taking the human-hybrid females eggs, like a fox in the night. In other words, the child is never born on Earth.”

  Angelica gasped. “They steal a woman’s eggs? They steal her baby!” Blake and Ellen nodded. Matthew didn’t say anything, but he appeared to believe the McKinney’s.

  “Wait, I’m confused. You said there was a group creating hybrids here on Earth, right?” Angelica spoke quickly.

  Blake nodded. “Yes.”

  “Okay, now you say another group is creating hybrids with the eggs of the human-hybrid female that was created on Earth by the benevolent race. Is that correct? I’m sorry but this is confusing.” Angelica glanced at Matthew and shook her head.

  “Allegedly, yes,” Blake answered. ” They are using the super-human hybrid DNA, combining it with their own. I’ve heard it’s considered genetically superior to most of the intelligent life forms that exist out there.”

  Angelica looked over at Matthew again in disbelief, and then to Ellen before holding eye contact with Blake. She was feeling abnormally submissive. “Go on, please… I’m fascinated.” Angelica leaned in closer and rubbed her temple.

  “The non-Earth inhabitant hybrids supposedly look more like the grey ones than human. Like the ones you see on the television.” Blake sat up.

  Ellen interjected, “Yes, as you’ve seen on TV and in the movies, the grey ones have large black eyes.”

  Angelica thought back on her hypnosis session, and the beings with large black eyes she visualized in her mind at her grandmother’s farm. She swallowed hard, her face ashened.

  Ellen put her hand to her mouth and thought for a moment. “Now, it gets a little confusing, so just digest what you can, honey. There are inter-dimensional beings that can move between time and space and operate on different levels. These beings can move between dimensions and appear paranormal to us such as shadows, dreams, disembodied voices, etc. You get the picture.” Ellen shifted around, causing the sofa to squeak, startling Angelica.

  “But we won’t go into all that,” Blake’s voice deeply erupted. “You look confused enough.” Blake chuckled.

  “Blake!” Ellen scolded, as she reached over and squeezed his arm.

  Angelica—suddenly conscious of her expression—shifted and sat up with a poker face. “All right, but there’s one thing I’m struggling with, outside of the idea of these hybrids, of course, which is the craziest thing I have ever heard…” Angelica laughed nervously.

  “Let’s get back to the focus of my investigation. We seem to have gone off track a little bit. Who’s doing the cattle mutilations? And why would beings travel billions of miles to our planet to cut up our cattle?” Angelica scratched at her cheek, and then grasped a few strands of her hair and started twisting it in a circular motion. Catching herself in the act, she let go of her hair and put her hand back in her lap.

  Blake didn’t hesitate, “That is a good question. I’m not entirely sure, but there is definitely a connection. While at the base, it was an area of experimentation that was very secretive. My theory revolves around something within the cattle DNA that is similar to human DNA and maybe they use it when creating the hybrids.

  Angelica glanced over at Matthew and observed him nodding in agreement.

  “As you investigate this, you’ll hear the grey ones are mutilating the cattle, and then you’ll hear it’s the supposed benevolent ones. You’ll even hear on occasion that they’re collaborating. I don’t want to speculate any further. One thing is for certain… It is significant. I hope you get to the bottom of it and find some answers,” Blake said coarsely.

  “I overheard a scientist at the base say the grey race had to leave their planet because it had become depleted of its resources, and they’ve colonized on an earth-like planet four hundred light years away from earth. He said we’ve located the earth-like planet with the Hubble telescope and its orbiting in the habitable zone of Lyra, with a similar star to our sun. They call it a ‘Goldylocks Zone’ because it is just right for organic life. It apparently has a surface temperature in the comfortable seventies. They’re calling it the “Spring Planet,” since it’s comparable to a spring day on earth. When I heard that, I thought, ‘Hell… that sounds like heaven – a perfect utopia… When do I leave?’” Blake chuckled.

  Angelica looked over at Matthew. “I don’t know what to say… wow, okay.” She took a deep breath and shook her head.

  “Supposedly, there are beings that don’t believe the human race is capable of evolving because of its current genetic structure. Too many mutations have been created through pollution, genetically modified food, and vaccines. They don’t believe enough humans will shift to a higher consciousness, and thus create a new paradigm as they had hoped. So they are now being very selective.

  “To them, we are lost, too far gone to save ourselves. However, the benevolent ones do believe in the human race and they have created, through hybridization, their way-showers. These hybrids are an important part of the future of the human evolution. They’re born with a very special purpose.”

  Angelica leaned back further into the sofa and thought for a moment. “This sounds like some bizarre science fiction movie.” She nervously scratched her neck. After she lowered her hand, her neck revealed red splotches. Matthew noticed Angelica had started to break out in a rash.

  Angelica dropped her shoulders and looked blankly at Ellen, and then Blake. Was Ellen even credible? And Blake, just because he worked for Newton… didn’t mean squat. It was just too unbelievable, she thought.

  Angelica looked at Matthew and opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. She then turned back to Ellen. “Forgive me, but I’m at a loss for words,” Angelica whispered.

  Ellen smiled s
ympathetically at Angelica. “It’s understandable.”

  Angelica looked over at Matthew. She was afraid to ask any more questions for fear it was just going to get weirder. Suddenly, her filter vanished and she realized she was speaking her thoughts out loud. “This is too much! There are hybrids… come on. Seriously?” Angelica challenged, shaking her head.

  Ellen got up from her corner position on the couch next to Blake and sat next to Angelica, causing the interruption she had planned. Angelica looked at Matthew and shrugged her shoulders, mouthing the words, “What is she doing?”

  Matthew shrugged his shoulders and mouthed the words, “I don’t know.”

  Ellen was in Angelica’s space. Angelica leaned back into the armrest. Ellen lowered her head and then looked back up. Angelica noticed little sparks of light no further than a few feet from above Ellen’s head. There were several flashes, similar to fireflies, as if they just entered the room. She looked over at Matthew who was watching Ellen intensely. It didn’t appear that Matthew had noticed them; he was looking downward. Maybe she was starting to faint.

  Ellen patted Angelica’s hand and smiled as Angelica just sat there with her jaw clinched, facing Ellen. Matthew decided to intervene. He stood up from the recliner and said, “Well, we should be going.”

  Ellen appeared genuinely concerned. “Oh? Well, all right. But she doesn’t look well. Maybe she should sip some water before she leaves.”

  “No, thank you, I’m fine. I just need some air.” Angelica managed a smile as she spoke through clenched teeth. The only thoughts in her mind were the traumatic images from her last session with her doctor. Did she really witness the terrible scene as a child? Her mind flooded as she felt disoriented.

  Ellen stood up and gave Angelica some room to get up from the sofa and apologetically stepped back. Angelica stood up, leaned over to grab her satchel, and then followed Matthew to the front door. Before she stepped over the threshold, she looked back at Ellen and Blake. “Thank you. I must confess… this was not at all what I had expected.”

  Ellen walked over and took Angelica’s hand placing it gently between hers. “Angelica, I know you are leaving here today questioning what you’ve heard. You may convince yourself it’s not true, but you’ll come around soon enough. If you need anything, please do not be afraid to reach out to us. We will help you in any way we can. Good luck my dear and be safe.”

  Angelica smiled at Ellen as she gently slid her hand away and turned toward the door.

  Before she was outside, Blake spoke in a hardy tone. “Angelica, keep a healthy guarded suspicion! It’s very hard to tell who the good guys and bad guys are, and it will get even more convoluted and complicated the deeper you go into your investigation. Use your intuition and watch your six!”

  “I will. Thank you,” Angelica appeared dazed. Angelica sensed the hidden pieces to her past were now falling into place. The thought gripped her.

  Matthew stepped off the porch and turned back to Ellen, still standing in the doorway. “Thank you, Ellen. I’ll see you soon.”

  Ellen raised her hand and gave him a slight wave. “Yes, Matthew, see you soon,” Ellen turned around and went back inside, letting the metal glass door shut behind her.

  As Matthew backed out of the driveway, he caught a glimpse of Angelica. She was staring warily out of the passenger window. “Are you all right?”

  His words took a moment to register. Angelica looked over at Matthew. “Yes… interesting afternoon. The McKinney’s are out there. Aliens… Hybrids… wow! This is all so crazy!” Angelica drew a sharp breath.

  Matthew bellowed a laugh. “Hey, I was going to meet the guys for a beer after I dropped you at the lodge, why don’t you come along. It will help you unwind -- change of pace.”

  “Okay, why not,” she said, barely making eye contact with Matthew before she turned back around to look out the window toward the old house.

  Ellen pulled back the dated curtains and watched as they drove away. Blake stepped up and peered motionless behind her.

  “Why didn’t you tell her? You should have told her everything,” Ellen said in a whisper while watching Matthew’s car drive away. Blake moved in closer and carefully squinted over Ellen’s shoulder as if he were looking through the scope of a sniper rifle. “Don’t worry. She’ll find out soon enough.”

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  A ngelica turned to see the sunlight fade into the darkness as the door to bar glided softly shut behind them.

  The RUFA crew was playing pool. Angelica noticed Matthew’s face had lit up. He looked different, younger in the dim light, as she imagined he had looked in his college days meeting up with his frat brothers. Matthew waved his hand and shouted across the loud pool hall, and then peered back at Angelica. “Look, the guys are already here!” Angelica smiled, amused at Matthew.

  The pool hall smelled heavy of tobacco smoke. The only lighting came from red and white stained glass pool table lamps and the rather dull neon signs on the walls. It appeared to be a happening place though, probably for the simple fact that it was the only bar with pool tables in Elberton, she thought.

  “Hey there, man!” Paul said, turning around to face Matthew just after knocking a ball in the hole. The other men heard Paul and sauntered towards them as Matthew and Angelica approached the table.

  The sound of pool ball strikes was piercing and all around her. She started to feel it was a mistake to accept Matthew’s offer to grab a beer. Her nerves were on edge. She realized she would have been more comfortable unwinding back at the lodge, soaking in a hot bubble bath, sipping Scotch, and listening to her favorite iTunes playlist.

  Angelica felt a sharp tap on the back of her shoulder, her heartbeat spiked. She turned around to a conspicuously intoxicated man in a cowboy hat smiling devilishly at her. Angelica flushed scarlet.

  “Would you like a drink, pretty lady?” The man slurred as he swayed ominously toward her. By his appearance, he looked as if needed a shower. Angelica noticed oil stains around his fingernails and in the creases on his hand as he clutched a beer bottle in front of his chest.

  “Oh great, can this get any worse,” she wondered. Angelica stepped back and smiled out of uneasiness rather than politeness. “No, thank you!” she responded harshly as she squirmed at the thought.

  Matthew turned around and caught a glimpse of the cowboy swaying back and forth, staring Angelica up and down with a look of desperation on his scruffy face.

  Angelica was leaning back. Her eyes bored into the man. Matthew laughed and nudged Paul. “Look at Hal ! We better save her. Or maybe save him… she has that look.” Both Matthew and Paul laughed simultaneously. “Hey Hal , leave the lady alone! Isn’t K el l y gonna be looking for you soon? If she comes in here and sees you talking to this pretty young lady, she’ll have your ass!”

  Hal shot a look over at Matthew, and then his head started wobbling back and forth. He raised his fat dirty index finger and pointed at Matthew as he slightly lost his balance. “Yep, you’re right… Kell y.” He looked back at Angelica… “ Kell y’s my crazy wife,” laughing, he then turned and swayed off.

  Angelica looked at her small team of body guards, “Thank you!”

  Paul stepped over to Angelica. “You’re a long way from D.C.,” he announced with a wry smile. “It’s quite a bit different here in Montana, not the same sophistication.”

  “Yes, it’s quite different from D.C., but similar in ways you might not imagine.” Angelica shot an irritated look back over at the drunken cowboy stumbling his way back to the pool tables. “It’s beautiful though and the scenery is amazing.” Angelica relaxed her shoulders.

  Paul put his pool stick down and one of the other guys grabbed it. “How long are you here?”

  Angelica remembered her meeting with Michael Anderson the next day. “I guess I’ll be leaving in a day or so. I haven’t booked my return flight yet. I need to interview Dr. Walter Goolrick, so I’ll hopefully be heading to Colorado next.” Angelica thought
a moment. “I’ll head back to D.C. after I meet with Goolrick. I should be back in my office Tuesday at the latest,” she said with blank eyes appearing to be working the details out in her head.

  “Anyway…” she snapped back and refocused on Paul. “I’d like to ask you some questions as well, since we’re here. Would you mind speaking casually over a beer?”

  “Of course not, I was wondering when you were going ask.” Paul appeared polite and easy going.

  “Great, let’s grab that table,” Angelica pointed to the booth beside the guy’s pool table.

  Matthew walked over and set down two shots of tequila on the table. “Thought you two would like a shot,” he said. She picked up the glass, licked the salt off the rim, and tilted her head back drinking it in one swift gulp. Then she picked up the lime wedge and sucked it, making a sour face.

  “Wow, it’s been awhile since I’ve done that. Thank you.”

  Paul laughed while shaking his head. “You did it like an old pro. ”

  Angelica turned and looked around at the bar patrons and then back to Paul, “I‘d better not have any more of those, I tend to…” Before she could finish her sentence, Paul was already calling over to the bartender for two more. “Well okay.” She nodded in approval and smiled nervously.

  “It will relax you.” Paul smiled and winked. “You seem a little tense.”

  “Well, I’m more of a wine girl… and Scotch on occasion, but okay.”

  Angelica grabbed her digital recorder, turned it on, and sat it on the table in front of them. “I’m not sure if the background noise will interfere, hope not.” She pushed it to the middle of the table between them. All right Paul, What’s up with the mutilations?”

  Paul, taken aback, “Boy, you get right to it – direct and to-the-point, I like that! Well, no one seems to know for sure.” He smiled with kind eyes as he leaned back into the booth.

  “I think it could have something to do with genetics. I’ve learned cattle blood …”

 

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