The Disclosure Paradox, page 16
“What are you saying? Are you really willing to risk everything to help her just because we had this dream?”
“That was not a dream and you know it, Robert. I think that with the circuit—if I ever could find that box—and your help in putting the operation together we could make it work for her.”
Robert began to fear for them. Then he remembered the failed rescue. An image of one of the captive creatures flashed in his mind. Is this supposed to bring closure to my pain from the past? Will this rescue be a success?
“Let’s get some sleep. We’ll talk about it tomorrow morning before everyone wakes up.” After kissing each other goodnight, Katrina turned off the light on the nightstand and burrowed in, holding Robert close. They fell asleep thinking about forthcoming conversations.
Katrina rose early, well before her guests. With the nightmare still fresh in her mind, she searched her closet for a cardboard moving box labeled CIRCUIT. After a few minutes of moving things around, she found it and placed it on the floor beside her dresser. Leaving Robert in bed, she got dressed and went to the kitchen to make coffee. In a few minutes, Robert, in his sweats and unshaven, was at her side, awakened by the sumptuous aroma of the coffee.
“I noticed that you took out the box with that contraption—you haven’t used it for over a decade.” Robert was not upset, but he needed an explanation. “So, you really have changed your mind about helping Mary Ellen?”
“Mary Ellen doesn’t strike me as someone that makes decisions hastily. Now I know that you don’t buy into the spiritual and meditative stuff she talks about, and sometimes I have a hard time grasping what she says. What if she is getting help from beyond? How can you explain what happened to us last night?”
Robert sipped his coffee. He knew it was not up to him. Katrina sat down next to him at the table.
“Tell me what you saw last night, because that is my reason for changing my mind.”
Robert turned his head to look at her and recreated the nightmare. The words came out slowly. He had to force himself to speak. “I felt as helpless as I did back in Fallujah, when we were trying to save the schoolchildren from Al Qaeda. The memories came back. It was happening again to other innocents. That nightmare was a vision of a real situation, and it was shown to us so we would help her.”
He walked to his study and brought out an easel with a white board, adhesive notes, and markers. He set the easel and board in a corner of the dining room and started writing notes, each representing a step in the operation. Katrina stayed close by in the kitchen to fix breakfast. She was a bit startled as Mary Ellen entered the kitchen.
“Good morning,” greeted Katrina. “How was your night?”
Mary Ellen did not have the intention of talking much but the question intrigued her. “Fine. Why do you ask? Did you have a bad night?”
Katrina walked closer. “Robert and I had a nightmare. The SAME EXACT nightmare, a scene of the lab at Dulce.” She looked at Mary Ellen closely. “It was horrible. We both woke up screaming ‘NO!’”
“I want you to know I had nothing to do with that.”
“I know. I’m going to help you but not without Robert’s help with plans.” Katrina pointed to the dining room. Mary Ellen tentatively walked toward the room and peeked around the corner.
“Come here, Mary Ellen; I have some questions.”
Cynicism tinged Robert’s voice, which Mary Ellen felt. The smells of bacon, eggs, and pancakes lured Louis and Deborah out of their beds and into the kitchen. Robert and Mary Ellen continued to discuss details of the plan. After filling their plates, Louis and Deborah followed the sounds of voices to the dining room. Noticing the whiteboard and notes, they looked at each other, confused. They walked back to the kitchen to ask Katrina what was going on. They did not need the coffee for a morning eye-opener; the news that Katrina and Robert would help Mary Ellen brought with it enough of a jolt. Katrina took her own plate and followed them.
“Mary Ellen, there are three aspects in military planning that commanders want for an operation: surprise, speed, and numbers,” Robert said. “You will not have numbers, so can you compensate with speed and surprise?”
“I have an element of surprise. My plan involves friends back at the res. I will have decoys who will stay at my house for a night to attract attention. When I give them the word, they will head to one end of the base while my team goes to the other end.”
Appearing impressed, Robert wrote DECOYS on a note and stuck it to the board.
Listening in, Louis detected a flaw. “Wait! Mary Ellen—remember the UFO conference. You said the men in the suits recognized you.” Robert turned around to look at Mary Ellen as Louis continued. “Do you think they knew you were heading back?”
“They seemed to know what I was up to,” Mary Ellen conceded. “But we haven’t been followed.”
Robert looked at her closely. “You had an encounter?”
Mary Ellen nodded. Robert started to feel less confident in the plan. “They don’t have to follow you. They have a network of informers. You have to assume that they have a team expecting you.”
“I know, Robert. That makes using a decoy team more important.”
“Your decoy team has to appear to be coming from outside the reservation.” Robert paused in thought. “You need to have them meet us somewhere outside Dulce. If you want the bouncers to think they are your team, the decoys have to enter the reservation in a car with out-of-state plates. Then, when they get to your place, they should leave in your car.”
Mary Ellen looked at Deborah, who gave permission to use her SUV. “There is a motel east of Dulce in Chama about an hour away,” said Mary Ellen.
Robert took the DECOYS note and added MEET AT CHAMA. “We will add the details later. Let’s set up another milestone.” The next note read, DECOYS LEAVE HOUSE. “Where will they go? Where will you go? We need travel times.”
Louis fetched his laptop while Mary Ellen responded to Robert’s concerns. “I have identified an area where I think there are escape hatches. I have travel times, too.”
Katrina returned to the kitchen, loaded a plate, and carried it to Robert, urging him to eat. Louis returned quickly, sitting across from Robert, close to Mary Ellen. Switching on his laptop, he focused the search on Dulce. Mary Ellen leaned to look at the screen, prompting Louis to give her control. She guided the cursor to where a landmark read, “Archuleta Mesa,” just over the state line in Colorado and placed a marker labelling it BASE NORTH. She mentioned that it would take about twenty minutes for the decoy team to reach that area from her trailer home.
Next, she guided the cursor south, to the junction of J2 and a dirt mountain road on the New Mexico side. There, she placed a marker labelling it BASE SOUTH. She placed a third marker for the ISHTOKEEN JUDICIAL COMPLEX. “It will take about ten minutes for the police to intercept the decoy team. The police will have to arrest and take the decoy team back to the station. That will take another thirty minutes.”
Robert noted the time checks on the board. “What about the evacuation? You haven’t told me when you want the evacuation to occur,” he said.
“The mercenaries will exit from disguised hatches scattered throughout the area. The ETs will evacuate with their craft,” Mary Ellen replied.
“How many do you estimate are based there?” Robert paused with the pen on paper, keeping his head down, but moving his eyes up.
“An equal number of humans and ETs—about sixty per side.”
“Where do you get your information?” His gaze remained fixed on Mary Ellen.
“I communicated with men who did construction there, on the mercenary side, in the late 1990s. At the peak of the abductions and activity, there were as many as a hundred and twenty on each side. Since then, I sense the abduction missions have declined in numbers by about half, so it is reasonable to assume there are about sixty per side now.”
“What do you think will happen when they evacuate?” continued Robert, tapping the pen point on the note pad.
“There will be two ways of evacuation. One, via all-terrain vehicles coming from a pre-positioned location. The second, in order to get equipment out, they would have to use helicopters coming from Los Alamos—about a forty-minute flight.”
“Your team has to be in position during the evacuation, which means you could be seen by the choppers,” Robert advised, his free hand rubbing his morning stubble.
“Not if I start a brush fire. It will cause smoke that will render night vision useless and heat that will confuse the infra-red sensors.”
Robert looked at her, his eyes flashing a little more open, then closing them before reopening. “A brush fire in the fall here with the winds is suicide; brushfires are unpredictable.”
“It’s a risk we’ll have to take, Robert.”
Louis and Deborah looked at each other and felt extremely uneasy. After thinking about the hatches, Louis interjected, “You won’t have to RV the hatch locations. The hatches you are talking about are like roof hatches. They are not meant to be opened from the outside; there is no exterior hardware.”
“So?” asked Mary Ellen. Robert looked at Louis and nodded.
“So, during the evacuation, they will be opened from an inside lever and will remain open as occupants leave. When occupants are gone, all the hatches will remain wide open because they will not be able to be closed from the outside without going back inside.”
“Your team will be able to see the hatches open as you approach the base. You won’t have to be there at the time of evacuation, only near enough to see them. Good point, Louis.” Robert added more notes and repositioned others.
Deborah had been sitting quietly at the end of the table with her breakfast and coffee. She scooted to the front of her chair. “What happens when they discover they have imposters and realize our team is still in the area?” she asked. “When is that going to happen?”
Robert nodded. “Deborah is right, that is the most critical part of this plan. We need to get it right: the time that they realize they have the wrong people and you are still at large.”
“There will likely be a car there to watch my trailer,” Mary Ellen said. “Once the team leaves in my SUV, the car will follow until they decide the team gets too close. My friend posing for me looks a lot like me, so they will assume that I’m in that car.”
Robert noticed another flaw. “There’s a hole here. Dulce has surveillance, comm, and detectors. Your team won’t even get close enough to see the hatches before you set off alarms.”
“That’s where we need Katrina,” replied Mary Ellen.
Hearing her name, Katrina moved to the dining room and stood at the end of the table. “Me? What do you need? I thought you just needed me for the reactor.”
“We need you to take out the communications system and power to the intrusion detection system, including closed-circuit cameras. Can you RV the system and locate the panels?”
“If the object emits enough energy or voltage, I can locate it without having to RV. Energy crosses dimensions. I can sense energy just like sonar detects objects in water. Distance is irrelevant, and accuracy does not have to be perfect. The base is an excellent target because it’s isolated.” Katrina then directed her statements to Louis and Deborah. “I have a degree in electrical engineering. When I RV, I will be able to identify the proper switchgear to cause a shut down.”
“Mary Ellen, don’t you know how to RV? They train SEALs on that you know.” Robert was getting annoyed by all the favors Mary Ellen was asking of his partner.
“No . . . I don’t work with inanimate objects. I work with people and their spirits.”
“RV?” Deborah finally asked.
“Remote Viewing,” Robert and Katrina responded simultaneously.
Deborah widened her eyes and turned to Louis, who casually sipped his coffee. He was no stranger to the phenomenon and knew Special Forces units received RV training.
“Mary Ellen, I don’t think just causing the reactor to heat up or shutting down systems will cause an evacuation. There has to be life threatening events like a radiation leak or explosions.” Katrina’s statement just created more work for the team.
Creases of concern stretched across Deborah’s forehead. She flicked back strands of hair. “Katrina, if you shut down life support systems throughout, won’t that kill the creatures we are trying to save?”
“If systems go down, there will be backup power,” Louis pointed out. “There is usually something called an uninterrupted power supply or UPS through generators, battery banks; and for the lighting and exits, there are battery packs that last up to three hours. Katrina will have to RV which systems power the lab so the outage won’t affect the specimens.”
“I can’t take out systems unless they are active, so I’ll need to RV those backup systems too. This will take a while.”
Katrina looked at Robert, then she closed her eyes. The room became silent as she concentrated on the underground base. The voices and movement around her faded into a muffled background of imperceptible one-dimensional sound. The rest of the team continued their discussion about timing the events.
Robert studied the board, then looked at the screen on Louis’s laptop. “Your team should be approaching the south base area off J2 when the decoy team reaches this Indian Route 140. That’s when you’ll need to have the systems shut down. You’ll have no more than thirty minutes before they realize what is going on. The next big event is the reactor job. Kat will need about five minutes to get the temperature to rise to dangerous levels. Once they leave the area, your team will have to move fast. Blackhawks and hummers will probably show up forty minutes after they call a distress. Add some time to make sure they have sensitive material on board,” Robert added. “Once Kat works on the reactor, shutting down the power, it will be dark and smoky. No one will stay in the darkness without ventilation.”
“So, we are expecting Katrina to shut down the intrusion alarm system, communications, work on the reactor, shut down power and uninterrupted power supply—all in that order? Can she do that, Robert?”
Robert nodded, realizing Deborah understood the complexity of the mission.
“I can do that.” Katrina stopped visualizing. “Bobby, take notes.”
Katrina rubbed her eyes, and returned to full concentration and awareness on the room and the others in it. She took a few moments to collect her thoughts, to make sure what she said next came out right the first time and wouldn’t need a lot of further explanation.
She cleared her throat. “It’s actually two entirely different facilities. The human side has a small footprint while the reptilian side is bigger, mostly corridors,” she began. “Both have seven levels. The human side is made of concrete. The ET side is excavated, like a rabbit warren. There are no straight lines inside. There are no stairs as we would build them, because their feet are too large, plus they use ramped tunnels that are too steep for humans. The reptilian lab is on the sixth level down on the north end. The team should enter a hatch closest to the reptilian side and go down to the lab. Once the fire alarms are activated or disarmed, airlocks separating the two facilities will open and stay open. Find the airlock on the sixth level to get to the lab. The lab rooms are arranged around the core that supplies power, communications, water, and ventilation. The human side is powered by one reactor located on the side closest to the river on the seventh level, which is at water level. The reptilians use Tesla technology with rods driven into the earth. They don’t use the wiring systems for power distribution; they use electromagnetic wireless power, which is not as vulnerable as conventional distribution systems. I am not going to work on the reactor. It’s too risky. If there is a leak, your team will be poisoned.”
Mary Ellen’s jaw dropped hearing that statement.
“The voltage is supplied by a transformer. There is an uninterrupted power supply with three backup generators. All power production is on the seventh level down. Since it is a sealed facility, its air is supplied through camouflaged vents and fans. A power failure will stop air intake. The facility has a sprinkler system throughout. There are two fire pumps and a huge water tank just underground for fire suppression. I think it holds between 80,000 and 100,000 gallons.”
Mary Ellen smiled. “That tank holds 100,000 gallons. Man, you are good. And detailed.”
“If I heat the transformer, I can make it explode, then it will catch fire. With the fire pumps out, the fire will spread.”
“I’m afraid that’s not accurate, Katrina.” Louis interjected, noticing the frowns of the others. I don’t mean to ruin the party, but . . . “Even with the pumps not functioning, the water will flow through the impellers and eventually the piping. The gravity feed will cause the water to reach the seventh level, and there will still be enough pressure for the water to flow out of the heads. Eventually, the water will accumulate in the room and rise to the level where it will drown the fire. That won’t cause an evacuation. What about the UPS?”
“It’s a standard battery room for eight hours of backup. The room is huge,” Katrina said.
“Batteries can explode. A series of banks can have the force of a detonated bomb. Can you make the batteries explode?”
“Sure, all I need to do is introduce a surge back to the banks. But what about the backup generators? Those are huge units—like locomotive engines. I could work on them and try to get them to blow, too. The blast will be enormous.”
“The generators won’t come on immediately, and there are too many safety mechanisms designed in those units for you to be able to do what we need,” Louis said. “I think the best chance is using the battery room. The damage that it causes will surely result in the evacuation we need. Once the power is out completely, the emergency lights will activate. We will need those lights to get around the facility once we enter it.”
