Lost in Magadan: Extraterrestrials on Earth

by William Lee

  “Is that so bad. Why does it need to be kept quiet?” Dale asked.

  “I’ll tell you why it’s so bad. The American people have just been through hell. Over 400,000 of their husbands and sons were killed. Worldwide, they are saying the death toll could be over 70 million. Americans need to rebuild; they need a rest. They need to sleep well at night. If they knew that there were beings from another world that possess weaponry so far superior to our own, beings we would have virtually no defenses against, well, there’s no telling what they would do. It is imperative that we keep this secret.”

  “Yes Sir. But what can I do? I have already promised not to disclose what I saw.”

  “Yes, well, that brings us to you. You see we need people in the new, well, they are calling it the Air Force.”

  “Air Force, General?” Dale asked, pushing back in his wooden chair.

  “Yes, soon a new branch of military will be formed; but it will break off from the Army and be a separate military force. They will call it the Air Force. It may be a few years before we can see it come about; but the central mission of the Air Force will be to defend against extraterrestrials.”

  “Wow. I’m willing to go where ever you send me, Sir.”

  “I’m glad to hear that because I need you to go to Germany,” the General said.

  “Germany?”

  “Yes, there’s an officer there that is threatening to tell the world about the extraterrestrial equipment he saw after the war. We need that to not happen.”

  “What would you have me do? Talk to him?”

  “No. We have tried that. He won’t listen.”

  “Then, what should I do?” Dale had a sinking feeling in is stomach, he knew the grim direction the conversation was heading.

  “The only way to shut this guy up is to kill him. Otherwise he is going to let the world know.”

  “Can’t we discredit him. Just like you said earlier?” Dale offered hopelessly.

  “Nope, won’t work for this guy. He’s a national hero.”

  “What’s his name?” Dale asked wearily.

  “The target is ‘Old Blood and Guts’ himself.”

  Dale’s heart skipped a beat. “No way. I can’t kill The Old Man. That’s treason. Not to mention just plain wrong.”

  “Dale, it’s going to happen. This will remain a secret. There are only two ways this goes down. People are going to keep their secrets, or they are going to die. You are either with us or against us. You do this, or you end up on a list that you don’t want to be on.”

  Dale sighed in defeat, he knew the General was serious and probably right about the list. “Yes Sir.”

  “So, you want to join the Air Force, son?”

  “Sir, Yes Sir,” Dale mustered, with false confidence.

  “Good, Glad to hear it. In the meantime, I will make arrangements for you to be on a flight to Germany. Dismissed.”

  Dale went back to the barracks; it seemed even hotter now. Sweat poured from his brow as he sat before the small wooden desk near his rack. He opened his brand-new leather journal. The first clean, blank page stared at him. Dale began to write, his sweaty hand sticking to the papers.

  THE END

  POSTSCRIPT

  Dear Reader,

  Thank you for taking the time to read my first book. I hope you enjoyed it. As I am penning this final note, I have started working on a sequel to Lost in Magadan. The sequel begins only days after Snap and his team complete their mission and return home. The following is a brief excerpt from the upcoming sequel.

  Respectfully,

  William Lee

  December 19, 1945

  Bad Nauheim, Germany

  Six months earlier, the Germans had surrendered to the allies. German cities were little more than hollow shells, and piles of rubble. The Americans, French, and Russians were overseeing the post-war reconstruction effort, and rounding up Nazi war criminals. Thousands of Germans were still homeless, hungry, and out of work. The Nuremberg trials had started at the end of the summer and were on going. Thousands of American troops still occupied the Germanic lands, while politicians and generals toured the remains of the former Nazi military machine.

  The newly forming military-industrial-complex was circling the wagons and consolidating their power base. Secrecy was to be their weapon of choice. The alien technology discovered deep in the Nazi underground bunkers was alarming. Had the war gone on much longer, it was feared that Hitler may have been able to shift the tide in his favor with his quickly developing futuristic weapons. The newly discovered alien technology had to be kept a secret, and anyone threating that objective had to be eliminated.

  Dale Matthews woke in in the early morning hours, the other men in the barracks were just now starting to get up. He was shivered from the cold, not wanting to begin his day, knowing it was even colder outside. It had been nearly a year since he came face-to-face with the large, gray alien in France. Feelings of guilt washed over him as he remembered how every other man in his squad was killed by the seven-foot-tall creatures. His feet touched the cold floor boards and he wanted to crawl back into bed.

  Heading towards the showers, he thought of the terrible assignment he had been given. He had never murdered a person in cold blood. He had killed dozens of Nazis during the war, but that was different, they were pointing rifles at him. It was kill or be killed. Ever since he reported his encounter with the Large Grays, the Army had not known what to do with him. Until recently. The Army was coving its tracks, closing ranks. The Large Gray’s involvement in the great war would remain a secret. Anyone brave enough to discuss alien technology with the public was to be silenced.

  Dale Matthews was in a unique position, being the only person to ever survive hand-to-hand combat against a Large Gray, the Army would prefer not to silence him. But there was a steep price for his continued existence, he must help silence those that advocated for disclosure. Too many people witnessed the alien artifacts left by the fleeing Germans. Those that would not honor their confidentiality agreements would be dealt with harshly. That’s where Dale came in.

  The ice-cold water flowed over Dale’s skin, he shivered. Others were slowly meandering into the open shower stall. Dale was assigned to the Army’s 15th Battalion in Bad Nauheim, his role was to assist with documenting the reconstruction, a boring desk job. He wished that was his only job. Unfortunately, the desk job was only a cover for his real assignment, which was to eliminate those that may disclose secrets regarding alien technology. Those forming the new ‘military industrial complex’ as General Ryan Bartlett had called it, had a lot of power and influence.

  As Dale dressed in his olive, drab uniform, he felt at ease, today was going to be uneventful, just passing time reviewing paperwork at his desk. No planning of assassinations or killing misguided loose-lipped soldiers. He was going to kill a VIP a few days earlier, it was supposed to look like a hunting accident. He was surprised by how deep the conspiracy went and how many people were involved, it was almost impressive. Dale had been given no time to plan or prepare, he was only given a few hours heads up.

  Dale went to the location where the men were to be hunting, and waited in the freezing cold. The ground was wet and muddy, and snow was beginning to fall. Dale waited for the sixty-year-old General to arrive with his hunting party. When he asked his contact why he was given such short notice, the man said the hunting trip was just planned the night before. Dale waited on a ridge, among a stand of trees; he had no idea how they knew the General would stop here. Dale had an escape route planned, but he had no idea if it would work. He remembered that his stomach was turning over in knots, he threw up twice that morning. What if he failed to take the shot? What if he missed? Would he then be on that unenviable list?

  Dale waited hours for the General to appear. His feet were wet and frozen. The time for them to arrive came and went. He waited another two hours, still no General. Eventually, a very relieved Dale got back on his Army motorcycle and drove back to headquarters.
Later that day, he found out that the General had been in a freak car accident and was paralyzed from the neck down. He felt bad that he was relieved the man had been injured in a car accident; for one more day, he would not carry the guilt of being a murderer.

  A few days ago, his contact told him not to worry about killing the General because it looked like he was going to succumb to his injuries. Dale’s spirts were rising, he hoped he could avoid murdering innocent people, maybe his bosses could find another task for him. He had been in Bad Nauheim for over a month now, planning the General’s demise. During the last month, he had met an Army nurse, and they had hit it off. Elizabeth was from Bedford, Virginia and they had spent almost every evening talking about their futures. Of course, he had not mentioned his encounters with extraterritorial or his emerging career as a government hitman.

  An hour before noon, Dale left his desk and stepped outside into the blistering cold to smoke a cigarette. Half-way through his smoke break, an officer, wearing a heavy trench coat, approached him. He did not recognize the officer as he walked directly towards him. Dale snapped to attention and gave a salute when he realized it was a Colonel that was standing before him.

  “At ease soldier,” the Colonel said, vapor forming in the air as he spoke. “Sergeant Matthews, I presume?” The Colonel was of average height with a muscular build, his face wore the signs of many sleepless nights. Dale suspected that he had earned his wings the hard way, and was capable of handling himself in any situation.

  “Yes, Sir,” Dale said as a knot started forming in his throat. He was certain that an unknown Colonel looking for him could only mean one thing.

  “General Bartlett sent me,” the Colonel said staring directly into eyes, looking for recognition. Apparently, Dale’s countenance dropped, showing the Colonel what he needed to see. “It’s time.”

  “I thought we were going to let nature take its course,” Dale said weakly.

  “That was the plan. Unfortunately, he showed signs of recovering today. The doctors said he could go home, soon. That we can’t have.”

  “Damn,” Dale muttered.

  The Colonel continued, “I understand you have already familiarized yourself with the hospital, and you are ready?”

  “Yes, Sir. I’ve been there several times, posing as a doctor. They have come to expect me from time to time. I have a good report with the guards,” Dale said, somewhat proud of the work he had done. This was his first assignment as a spy, now to be an assassin.

  The Colonel smiled and said, “Good work. Have you talked to the General?”

  “I have. Not much though, only to introduce myself as one of his doctors, and small talk.”

  “That’s good. You don’t want to get too familiar with your victims. Remember that Sergeant.”

  Dale nodded his head, “yes sir.”

  The Colonel pulled from the right pocket of his trench coat a small canvas bag and handed it to Dale.

  “What’s this?” Dale asked, his voice cracking with surprise.

  “What do you think it is, soldier? It’s a hypodermic needle. How did you think you were going to kill the general? With a machine gun?”

  “No. I figured I would strangle him or something,” Dale said, trying not to sound stupid.

  The Colonel shook his head, “Damn. You got a lot to learn, kid. This is special cocktail of drugs that were designed just for the General. They will cause his blood to clot, eventually he will die of a stroke or heart attack. Most likely, they will never detect the presence of the drug in his system.”

  “Most likely?” Dale asked.

  “Yeah, you never know with these things. But I have been assured that the chances of detection are very slim. He will die slowly. You will be long gone by the time the doctors even realize there is a problem.”

  “So, when do I administer the dose?” Dale asked, trying to not allow his voice to crack or tremble.

  “Now. As soon as we end this conversation, you need to be on your way to Heidelberg. Matthews, did you really kill a Large Gray with your bare hands?”

  “No. I used a knife,” Matthews said as he made an upward hand gesture with an imaginary knife in it.

  “No shit?” The battle-hardened Colonel looked impressed.

  “I had help from my squad, another guy hit it with a carbine,” Dale added.

  “Well, Damn. Good for you, and the rest of your squad?”

  “Didn’t make it, Sir. I was the only survivor.”

  “Tough break, son.”

  “Colonel, what should I call you? I didn’t catch your name.”

  “You shouldn’t call me. Ever,” the Colonel said as he turned and walked away, his boots crunching in the light snow fall.

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  William Lee is a life-long Virginia resident and student of history. After graduating with a degree in political science and philosophy, he worked on several congressional campaigns and remains interested in politics. He loves reading books about politics, American history, conspiracy theories, science fiction, and spy thrillers. He and his wife enjoy the outdoors, shooting sports, camping, hiking and kayaking. Please direct any correspondence with the author to: williamlee73@gmx.com or https://www.facebook.com/williamlee1973/

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  Chapter Thirty-Eight

  Chapter Thirty-Nine

  Chapter Forty

  Chapter Forty-One

  Chapter Forty-Two

  Chapter Forty-Three

  Chapter Forty-Four

  Chapter Forty-Five

  Chapter Forty-Six

  Chapter Forty-Seven

  Chapter Forty-Eight

  Chapter Forty-Nine

  Chapter Fifty

  Chapter Fifty-One

  Chapter Fifty-Two

  Chapter Fifty-Three

  Chapter Fifty-Four

  Postscript

  About the Author