Area 51 by Robert Doherty
Authors: Robert Doherty
Tags: Fiction, Literary, General, Science-Fiction, Historical, Fantasy, Espionage, High Tech, Unidentified flying objects, Space ships, Nellis Air Force Base (Nev.), Area 51 Region (Nev.)
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War II has agreed that the utmost secrecy should surround this project."
"Well, this president," Duncan said, "may think differently. The times are changing. An immense amount of money has been poured into this project and the return has been minimal."
"If we fly the mothership," Gullick said, "it will all be worth it."
Duncan stubbed out her cigarette and stood. "I hope so.
Good day, sir." She turned on her high heels and walked out the door.
As soon as she was gone, the Majic-12 men in uniform and the representatives from the CIA and NRO came back in. All attempt at being cordial slipped from Gullick's demeanor. "Duncan's fishing. She knows there something more going on."
"We need to have Slayden give her the data on the implications of revealing the project," Kennedy said.
"I told her about Slayden's briefing and she's got his written report already,"
Gullick said. "No, she's looking for something more."
"Do you think she has something on Dulce?" Kennedy asked.
"No. If there was any suspicion about that, we'd know about it. We're wired into every intelligence apparatus this country has. It has to be something else."
"Operation Paperclip?" Kennedy asked.
Gullick nodded. "She made a point of mentioning that Von Seeckt and others were recruited illegally. She knows too much. If they pull on that thread too hard, this whole thing might unravel."
Kennedy pointed at the folder. "We can go hard with her if we need to."
"She's the President's representative," General Brown warned.
"We just need time," Gullick said. "I think Slayden's psychobabble will keep her occupied. If not"—Gullick shrugged--"then we go hard." He looked down at the computer screen and changed the subject. "What's the status of Nightscape 96-7?"
Gullick asked the director of Naval intelligence.
"Everything looks good," Admiral Coakley answered.
"The MSS is secure and all elements are in place."
"What about the infiltration by that reporter and the other person last night?" Gullick asked.
"We've cleaned it all up and there's an added benefit to that situation,"
Coakley said. "That other fellow's name was Franklin. A UFO freak. He's been a pain in the ass for a long time working out of his house in Rachel. We no longer have to worry about him. He's dead and we have an adequate cover story in place."
"How did they get inside the outer perimeter?" Gullick demanded, not appeased at all.
"Franklin unscrewed the antennas from the sensors on either side of the road,"
Coakley replied. "We got that off a cassette recorder we found on the reporter."
"I want that system replaced. It's outdated. Go with laser sensors on all the roads."
"Yes, sir."
"And the reporter?"
"He's been transferred to Dulce. He was a freelancer.
We're working on a back story for his disappearance."
"It won't happen again," Gullick said, his tone of voice indicating it was not a question.
"Yes, sir."
"What about Von Seeckt?" Kennedy asked. "If he makes any more trouble, Duncan might start asking more questions."
Gullick rubbed the side of his temple. "He's become a liability. We'll just have to move up his medical timetable.
We'll take care of the good doctor and insure he won't cause any more problems.
He outlived his usefulness to this program a long time ago. I'll talk to Dr.Cruise."
THE DEVIL'S NEST, NEBRASKA
T-13O HOURS
"What's that?" Turcotte asked.
The man in the gray flight suit looked up. "Laser firing system," he said shortly, snapping shut the metal case on the sophisticated machinery that had drawn Turcotte 's attention.
Turcotte had never seen a laser that was packed suitcase size, but the technician did not seem amenable to discussing the technology. Another question to add to all the others.
"Get some sleep. You'll need the rest," Prague said, appearing suddenly at his shoulder. "We'll be ready to move after dark and you won't get any sleep for a while." Prague smiled. "Sleep good, meat, " he added in German.
Turcotte stared at him for a
"Well, this president," Duncan said, "may think differently. The times are changing. An immense amount of money has been poured into this project and the return has been minimal."
"If we fly the mothership," Gullick said, "it will all be worth it."
Duncan stubbed out her cigarette and stood. "I hope so.
Good day, sir." She turned on her high heels and walked out the door.
As soon as she was gone, the Majic-12 men in uniform and the representatives from the CIA and NRO came back in. All attempt at being cordial slipped from Gullick's demeanor. "Duncan's fishing. She knows there something more going on."
"We need to have Slayden give her the data on the implications of revealing the project," Kennedy said.
"I told her about Slayden's briefing and she's got his written report already,"
Gullick said. "No, she's looking for something more."
"Do you think she has something on Dulce?" Kennedy asked.
"No. If there was any suspicion about that, we'd know about it. We're wired into every intelligence apparatus this country has. It has to be something else."
"Operation Paperclip?" Kennedy asked.
Gullick nodded. "She made a point of mentioning that Von Seeckt and others were recruited illegally. She knows too much. If they pull on that thread too hard, this whole thing might unravel."
Kennedy pointed at the folder. "We can go hard with her if we need to."
"She's the President's representative," General Brown warned.
"We just need time," Gullick said. "I think Slayden's psychobabble will keep her occupied. If not"—Gullick shrugged--"then we go hard." He looked down at the computer screen and changed the subject. "What's the status of Nightscape 96-7?"
Gullick asked the director of Naval intelligence.
"Everything looks good," Admiral Coakley answered.
"The MSS is secure and all elements are in place."
"What about the infiltration by that reporter and the other person last night?" Gullick asked.
"We've cleaned it all up and there's an added benefit to that situation,"
Coakley said. "That other fellow's name was Franklin. A UFO freak. He's been a pain in the ass for a long time working out of his house in Rachel. We no longer have to worry about him. He's dead and we have an adequate cover story in place."
"How did they get inside the outer perimeter?" Gullick demanded, not appeased at all.
"Franklin unscrewed the antennas from the sensors on either side of the road,"
Coakley replied. "We got that off a cassette recorder we found on the reporter."
"I want that system replaced. It's outdated. Go with laser sensors on all the roads."
"Yes, sir."
"And the reporter?"
"He's been transferred to Dulce. He was a freelancer.
We're working on a back story for his disappearance."
"It won't happen again," Gullick said, his tone of voice indicating it was not a question.
"Yes, sir."
"What about Von Seeckt?" Kennedy asked. "If he makes any more trouble, Duncan might start asking more questions."
Gullick rubbed the side of his temple. "He's become a liability. We'll just have to move up his medical timetable.
We'll take care of the good doctor and insure he won't cause any more problems.
He outlived his usefulness to this program a long time ago. I'll talk to Dr.Cruise."
THE DEVIL'S NEST, NEBRASKA
T-13O HOURS
"What's that?" Turcotte asked.
The man in the gray flight suit looked up. "Laser firing system," he said shortly, snapping shut the metal case on the sophisticated machinery that had drawn Turcotte 's attention.
Turcotte had never seen a laser that was packed suitcase size, but the technician did not seem amenable to discussing the technology. Another question to add to all the others.
"Get some sleep. You'll need the rest," Prague said, appearing suddenly at his shoulder. "We'll be ready to move after dark and you won't get any sleep for a while." Prague smiled. "Sleep good, meat, " he added in German.
Turcotte stared at him for a
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