Story Number 8 - Tombstone Project part 2 - Aliens - http://maxpages.com/ufo1paranormal/Story_Number

As he approached he quarried as to what I had stated to him about my statement. I looked away from the object and ignoring his quarry, I asked if he realized what happens when a human is exposed to a pure magnetic field?

The astonished look on his face gave me the answer that I was looking for. Bloom grabbed my arm and started to escort me towards the exit. His voice was low and spoke slowly, “ I like you, and I don’t want anything to happen to. You are a very intelligent young man, and as such you will realize that you must keep your mouth shut, about what you have seen in here. “ As he signaled for the guard to unlock the gate, he softly said, “ That is what we are trying to eliminate here. “

The muffled buzzing of the electrical locking system on the gate required for Bloom to push upon the gate door. As I walked through he also mentioned, “ Dr. Richard will be returned to the hospital this afternoon. “ I walked down the small corridor towards the other electrical gate, pondering over the event of this day. That evening I went to the hospital and entered Dr. Richardson’s Office.

Closing the door behind me a warm smile crossed her face. She turns in her chair and signals for me to sit down. She points to the telephone on her desk. I picked it up and under it was a bug. I grabbed it and pulled it off the phone.
I got up and with a very quick look around the office I found three more bugs. After removing them I flushed them down her bathroom toilet.

Her expression of fear was evident, “ Dr. Richardson, I am captain Kilgallon with the Office of Special Investigation. “ She leaned back and became relaxed. “ So you were the one I have to thank for not being brained fried. “ I nodded my head, locked her door, and sat down. “ Look Doc., they are using military personnel as their guinea pigs to finding a way to expose a human to a pure magnetic field. “ Concern became clear, “ That explains why we could not help those people, including Dr. Morris. “ She grabbed a book from her shelf, “ Why would they want to do that? “

I glanced around the room, “ Evidently someone came to the realization that a pure magnetic field can establish an artificial gravity, and a means of space travel. “ I walked over to her window. “ How long have you been here Doc.? “ While flipping through her book she replies, “ The first day this installation opened, why? “ I closed the blinds, “ Did anything strange happen around here about four years ago? “ She looked up from the book, then turned to me, “ Yes, We had to leave the installation for about six hours, said there was some kind of malfunction and we were at risk. “ I started out the door, “Doc, Give those patients 50 mg. Of Antrapine and place them in a warm salt water solution for 24 hours. “ She smiles, nods her head and states, “ Thanks for being there.” I glanced back at her, “ You owe me Doc.! “

I left the hospital area and went to the Facility Commanders Office. I walked into his office area and seeing that the secretary was not at her desk, I knocked on his door and entered. The Commander was sitting behind his desk, with two civilians standing on each side of him. I snapped to attention and saluted, “ Sorry to barge in sir, but your secretary was not at her desk. “

The taller dark haired civilian walked slowly around the commanders desk. “ Well, just the person we were talking about! “ I looked at them then to the commander, “ Is there a problem here Colonel? “ The commander shook his head no. Again he spoke as he walked towards me, “ How does a young buck Sergeant acquire a Presidential Security Clearance? “ He walked directly to the front of me, and brings his face within inches of mine, “ How is it that a Buck Sergeant knows so much about magnetism, and get assigned to this installation, just after this installations physician has a terrible accident? “

I looked him directly into his eyes, and calmly stated, “ If you don’t back away, garlic mouth, I will make sure that when I hit you, you will have to lower your socks, to take a shit! “ His stare faltered and he turned away, “ Do you know who you are talking to Sergeant? “ I glanced at his companion, “ Nope, and I really don’t give a damn either.”

He walked over to the commanders desk, and picked up the commander’s desk name plate.
“ I am a person that can make your life a living hell! “ I glanced at the commander, who’s face was starting to show fear, “ That’s strange, I don’t remember getting married? “ He slammed the name plate down on the desk, turned, and came towards me in anger, “ Just who the hell are you! “

His partner calls out from behind the desk, “ That’s enough Dave, we don’t want to upset the Sergeant. “ I glanced over to him and replied, “ Well, well the old, good cop and bad cop routine. Sorry Guys, but I don’t buy it. So, why don’t you start by telling me who you are first! “

Again his partner started talking as Dave moved closer to my side, “ Why don’t you tell us who you think we are? “ I looked at Dave, “ To start, your partner needs a bath and to brush his teeth. “ Dave clenched his teeth, and began to grind them as I continued, “ You are part of the Research and Development Agency that takes care of certain projects not handled by the regular government agencies. The Dirty tricks department.”

At this point I seen that I had their attention and had hit the nail on the head, “ About four years ago, several fighters encountered a unidentified flying craft and shot it down using two sidewinders.” Their expression of astonishment kept me speculating, “ This aircraft was of alien nature, and uses an advance method of Magnetic impulse engines for space flight. This facility was used to determine how it functioned and also finding out a way in which the humans can overcome the exposure to a pure magnetic field. “

Dave backed away from me as I continued, “ You ran out of convicts to test on, so you started using military personnel. Because of this we were notified, and thus, I am here.”
Dave calmly asks who I was? I smiled and stated, “ I am the person who will make your life a living hell! “ They looked at each other and then left the office.

They slammed the office door closed as they left. I walked over to the Colonels desk and asked if I could use his phone. He nodded, and his hands started shaking as he lit a cigarette. I punched in the toll number and the scramble codes. Within a few seconds the familiar beep, and clicking noise indicated that the bugs, were gone and the line was secured. “ O. S. I. Tactical team.” I gave them my id number and informed that I need a full scale tactical team for resolving a problem with Research And Development. “ I also gave them the number to contact me as to the estimated time of arrival of the team.

Within ten minuets the phone rang,. A beeping sound, followed by clicks. “ E.T.A. 1600 hours the next day, be advised that no personal action to be taken, agency under Presidential protection. “ I hung up the phone and looked at the commander. He was lighting up his sixth cigarette. I walked around the office and yanked the bugs.

After tossing them into his toilet, and flushing. I walked back in. “ Sir, how many security personnel do you have here? “ He looked up from the desk, “ Near 120 personnel, Why? “ Within one hour Sir, I would like them armed and ready to enter the secured area. “ He looked at me and shook his head no, while commenting, “ I am under orders not to enter the area. “ I leaned across his desk, : Who gave you those orders Sir? “ He leaned back in his chair, ‘ They gave me those orders!”

I pushed off his desk, “ Since when does a military officer take orders from a government agency that has no control over military decisions? “ The commander jammed the cigarette down into the ashtray and picked up his desk phone. His command to arm the security police , made the tension release from his face. He looked at me, “ Damn that felt good! “ He questioned as to why we were not waiting for the Tactical team., I told him that by tomorrow, they can vanish, better to catch them with their pants down now.

The Entire Security force was armed and ready within ten minuets from the phone call. We walked down the stairs and the commander introduced me. I gave them the following instructions, “ These are fellow Americans. You will not fire, unless you are fired upon first, You will then shoot to injure, not to kill. There are several pieces of equipment that I want to confiscate. Are my orders understood? “ The singular, Yes Sir, was followed by the order to move out. The commander went back to his office.

Approaching the gate I noticed that the guards were missing. The gate was locked and with a few shots it gave way and we entered. Caution was the order, as we worked our way down the corridor. The other side of the gate came into view and the absence of guards and objects became unnerving. The gate was unlocked as we pushed our way into the area. My original thoughts as to the ability of this agency to cover up their activities was understated.

The entire area was vacant. A large barren area without any clue as to who, and what was once here. On the center support beam there was a single sign taped to it!
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