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Chapter Nineteen
re: Phil Schneider
MURDER MOST
FOUL
Dan Castle absent mindedly
kicked the colorful leaves out of his way as he strolled down his block. Smoke from
burning leaves wafted in the air. Wisconsin autumns were beautiful. The leaves this year
seemed exceptionally vivid and diverse. He felt fortunate to be living in Wisconsin. Most
of the rest of the country seemed to be suffering from strange and sometimes lethal
weather patterns. It emphasized the urgency of the time and reminded Dan that time was
growing short.
He smiled as he watched preschool age children jump
joyfully into piles of leaves. He remembered his brothers and himself doing
the same. That seemed so long ago. So much had happened since then.
He was glad for the relaxing respite from constant
excitement. He and Betty had never been closer. He talked to Phil and Laura. They all
decided to tell no one about the negative aspects of their adventures. They only relayed
the idyllic life in Atlantis. Timing was everything. Even those close to them did not know
the whole story about Atlantis.
Numerous trips to the library had not turned up anyone
named Schultz. Next time he would try the Internet.
Betty was trying her hand at cooking. She was sure she
could do it this time. Dan smiled. He wondered if he would have to rescue the operation as
he usually did. David would be home from school soon. Dan spun around and headed
back for the house.
XXX
After supper Dan got a call from Phil.
"I talked to Glen Donalds at the UFO Museum. He showed
me a video of one of Paul Schultz' lectures. He's been going all over the country on
lecture tours telling people about UFOs, aliens, and underground bases. According to him
there's a whole network of them and even some underground cities.
He used to be part of a geological team out of Area
51, that helped build the bases. He's telling all he knows. Several attempts have
already been made on his life. We have to move fast before something does happen," he
added in Atlantean.
Dan sighed and answered in the same language. "What do
you want me to do?"
"He lives in a small town about fifty miles from you,
called Bear Claw. Don't take a chance talking on the phone. Go see him. Find out what he
knows and let me know if you come up with any ideas on how we can protect him."
"How is Laura?" Dan asked in English.
"We talk to each other every day on the phone."
In Atlantean he said, "We thought it would be a good idea for Laura and you to join
me here in Roswell. Mom says you are all welcome to stay here.
We have to find that other black box. I think it's
somewhere near here.
Phil cleared his throat. "Let me know what you find
out from Schultz."
"Will do," Dan replied in English. "I'll
talk it over with Betty on the other. I don't foresee any problems, though. Take it easy,
Phil."
Dan looked at Betty who was watching him curiously.
"I have to go look for someone. I'll leave in the
morning."
XXX
Even the
agonizing pain in his head and legs could not override the sense of urgency Schultz felt
as he slammed out of his car and raced up the steps to the post office. He held a small
package addressed to Dan Castle under his jacket with a letter in view outside the jacket
as a decoy.
Had the Caddy followed him? Could he get this package
mailed before they saw him? These guys seemed to even be able to intercept mail no
matter where it was sent. He wished he had Castle's e-mail address. It would have been
faster and easier.
He nervously glanced over his shoulder out the window as he
sent the package. "How long before this package gets there?" Adding up the
transaction on his computer, the postal clerk did not even bother to look up. "The
truck is here now. It should be there in a couple of hours."
Schultz nodded then hurried back to his car and screeched
out of his parking place and headed for home. He pulled up into his driveway and parked in
his garage leaving the car door open in his haste.
Just as he closed the door to his house he heard another
set of tires squeal into his driveway. He knew who it was without looking. He double
locked his door knowing it would do little good, but maybe it would slow them down just
enough.
He headed for his bedroom. His head and legs were
throbbing, but he ignored it as he rushed to the phone in his room.
Just as he reached it, he felt cold slender fingers around
his face that jerked his head back.
"End of the line, Mr. Schultz." The man whirled
Schultz around and leered with his strange eyes into Paul's face. His pallid complexion
contrasted sharply to the black suit and hat. One of his companions moved behind Paul
clamping his hands over his eyes. Before his vision faded he saw a man in military uniform
who seemed familiar. He was standing back observing the scene...
Excruciating pain shot through his head making him feel like it
was about to burst. Pulling at the hands around his face, he kicked out at the other man
in front of him. Suddenly he began striking out, but only at empty air. The pressure on
his eyes receded. His hands were bleeding from efforts to release himself from his
attacker, but there was no sign his fists had even had any effect on the man. They were
both laughing at his efforts. The man in uniform was smiling as he watched. He knew that
man from somewhere, but where.
"Who are you people?" he screamed.
"After you are dead, you will know, but it will
be too late then, won't it?" At that the man stretched out his hand toward him.
Suddenly Paul was paralyzed. The hand seemed to reach into his head. The other hand
clasped his throat in a vise grip he could not loosen. God, take care of my little girl,
he prayed in his head as consciousness slipped away. His body went limp and he was
somewhere else watching the man toss his body to the floor like a rag doll. His head
slammed into the chair while his feet slid under the bed. He watched as one of the men
tied a length of garden hose around the neck of his body.
He was at peace and pain free as he watched the three of
them gather up every note and artifact from his lectures. They knew where everything was
Nothing was missed.
He recognized the man in uniform. He had been with him in
the 1975 fire fight. He was one of the other two survivors. He could hear the man's
thoughts. He had bought himself some time by betraying Schultz. He thought this would
prove his loyalty to a treaty with the aliens.
The house was totally trashed. Investigators would never
figure it out.
The two pale men in black turned around and looked at him.
Even though he was in spirit form they could see him. Their eyes were filled with hatred.
They lunged toward him trying to grab him.
Suddenly light and warmth surrounded him as his assailants
slammed into the wall of light. To them it was the same as a stone wall. He recognized
them. They were faces from an old nightmare. The nightmare of being held in hell by aliens
and demons and these two men.
He turned and looked into the eyes of love and wisdom and
then nothing else mattered anymore. It did not matter at all.
XXX
Dan pointed his new truck in the direction of the small
town of Bear Claw, some fifty miles north of Baraboo. No arguments came from Betty. After
explaining what Phil had said, she knew this was something he had to do.
He slowed the truck as he came to the outskirts of town. He
knew the approximate location of Schultz's house. It was on the opposite side of town from
the lake. Dan slowed down looking for the street.
A vintage, black, 58 Cadillac backed out of a driveway just
up the block from him, screeching tires as it sped up. The car passed. Two men in black
with dark glasses did not even glance up as they passed. Dan watched in the rear view
mirror to see where they were going. He stopped as he saw the car disappear before it
reached the corner. He shook his head trying to clear his thoughts. He must be seeing
things.
He proceeded slowly to the house they had left. He saw
another car speeding away in the opposite direction driven by a man in a military uniform.
It was the house that belonged to Paul Schultz. Somehow that did not surprise him.
He slammed out of the truck and ran up to the door and
pounded it hard. He waited several minutes and tried the door. It opened. The house was
dark. The sun had just set. So, why were those two odd balls wearing dark glasses?
"Mr. Schultz!" No answer. He turned on a light
and began to search the house. The living room was trashed as if someone had been
searching for something. Not one room had been left untouched. He opened the last door.
"My God!" Shocked, Dan surveyed the scene. Paul
Schultz was a big man, yet it looked as if he had been tossed to one side like a rag doll.
His feet were under the bed while his head was in a chair beside it, a piece of garden
hose wrapped around his neck. The face had tat peculiar yellow white color of old wax. The
eyes protruded and were filled with blood, his tongue was blue and swollen out of his
mouth. The eyes were open and staring. Dan could see he was dead.
Being careful not to touch anything, Dan knelt down beside
the body for a closer look. The left hand had three fingers missing. He remembered Phil
mentioning something about that. Schultz had to be at least six foot, six and three
hundred pounds. What kind of force could have overcome him so easily? There was no doubt
in Dan's mind it was murder. By the look of the bloody hands Schultz must have put up
quite a fight. The man's neck had deep finger marks on it, making it obvious the cause of
death was not from the garden hose.
Dan searched the room for any notes the man may have left.
He noted the well worn Bible on the bedside stand. It was the only thing left untouched.
He picked it up. It was limp from frequent use. Under it he found a video tape. He tucked
it into his shirt, laid the Bible back in place, and continued searching the house for
anything that might be pictures or notes about Schultz's latest book that was still in
progress. The men in black had been thorough. There was nothing.
Men in Black? Could it be possible?
Who were the Men in Black? Government agents? Even they
could not have disappeared the way these men had. Strange. Still he felt he had seen them
somewhere. That man in the military uniform; had he been here, too?
He inserted the video into the VCR under the TV in
Schultz's room. He felt certain the police would not be here for awhile. Phil said Schultz
lived alone so no one should be checking any time soon.
XXX
Dan stuck his head cautiously out the front door and looked
both ways. There was no one around. He pulled the door shut behind him and wiped the knob
clean with his handkerchief.
He got back in his truck. Dan noticed a small compact car
in the garage in front of him. The door on the driver's side was hanging open. those guys
must have been right behind him. He backed out of the driveway and headed for home.
Dan's thoughts raced. Even in the video of his lecture,
Schultz stated several attempts had already been made on his life. "If I am ever
found dead, it will be murder. I would never commit suicide. I have been ill and wounded
many times and have always fought to live. I even told my ex-wife to never pull the plug
should I have to be put on artificial life support. Who knows? I might come back. I want
to live as long as I can to get this message out to the people. I love this country and I
know we can do better than this."
Dan believed him. A man like that would never commit
suicide. As far as he was concerned, Schultz was a true hero. He kept speaking the truth
no matter what the cost.
Is this why you had me find him that way, Lord? You knew it
would make me even more determined to get his message and mine out to the public whether
they want to hear it or not.
Dan took his time driving home. He needed time to think. In
his mind he went over what he had seen in the video.
Schultz helped to build underground bases for the military.
He worked at Area 51. He said underground bases were located all over the country and that
there were at least 140 of them in this country alone.
Dulce, New Mexico was where the deepest one was. It was
four miles deep and extended miles in all directions. The one in Sedona, Arizona was being
extended from two miles deep to four also but; didn't he also hint that there was an
underground base around Roswell. He had acted uncomfortable even mentioning it.
Roswell, New Mexico; Phil lived there and wasn't the
location of that other black box hidden somewhere near there? Roswell was the key.
Schultz's job had been to go down the holes, check the rock
samples, and recommend the explosives to deal with that particular kind of rock. In the
process, the workers accidentally opened a large artificial cavern, a secret base for the
aliens known as Grays. In the panic that followed, sixty-seven workers and military
personnel were killed, with Schultz being one of only three people to survive. He claimed
the scars on his chest were a result of being hit by an alien weapon; a particle beam. Dan
shook his head. Sounded like something out of a science-fiction movie. The wound later
resulted in cancer from the radiation. He said he had a plastic breast bone and other
things happened to him that could not be mentioned in a mixed Crowd. Dan had noticed a box
of incontinence briefs open on the floor of Schultz's room. He had also seen tumors on
Schultz's legs where his trouser had been ripped.
Dan clenched the wheel as anger washed over him. He
realized that his foot had grown heavy on the gas and made himself slow down. This was not
the time to get a speeding ticket.
That poor Schultz had already been through hell. Surely no
one would believe he would commit suicide at this point in time.
If the man's claims were true, then his knowledge of the
secret government, UFOs and other information kept from the public could have serious
repercussions on the whole world especially if it could be proved that our own and other
governments were in on it with these aliens. Were they aliens or fallen angels posing as
aliens? These could not be demons since they could manifest as solid flesh.
He spoke about the Space-Defense-Initiative, black
helicopters, railroad cars built with shackles to contain political prisoners, the World
Trade Center bombing, and the secret black budget.
He stated that in 1954, under the Eisenhower administration
the federal government decided to circumvent the Constitution and form a treaty with
extraterrestrials. The treaty was called the 1954 Greada Treaty. Officials agreed that for
alien technology, the Grays could test their implanting on select citizens. However, the
ETs had to inform the government just who had been abducted and subject to implants.
Slowly over time, the aliens altered the bargain, abducting and implanting thousands of
people without reporting back to the government.
Dan was jarred from his thoughts as he hit some railroad
tracks at full speed. Railroad...railroad. What had he said about railroads?
He could picture the video in his mind and hear the voice
of Schultz as he said, "Recently, I knew someone who lived in Oregon. He came to see
me one day, excited, and told me, 'they're building prisoner cars.' He was nervous. My
friend sad the steel plant had a contract with the federal government to build 107,200
full length railroad cars, each with 143 pairs of shackles. There are eleven
subcontractors in this giant project. Supposedly, the steel plant got over 2 billion
dollars for the contract. Another steel company and other well-known steel manufacturers
are involved. He took me to one of the rail yards in Portland. He was right. If you
multiply 107,200 times 143 times eleven, you come up with about 15 million. This is
probably the number of people who disagree with the federal government."
Dan's head was reeling. What was happening to the
government? This sounded suspiciously like the Nazi tactics of World War Two. He and Betty
had just watched a program on one of the learning channels about the government using spy
devices through computers, telephones and other devices commonly used, that keyed on
certain words and recorded that individual's conversation.
This made what Schultz said even more believable. He
claimed black budget money went for using alien technology in Stealth aircraft, Star Wars,
which was really a buffer for alien attack and other things. There was a whole war build
up nobody knew about except for a select few.
Schultz said he helped hollow out more than thirteen deep
underground bases in the United States. He knew his stuff and knew about explosives.
What other injuries had he talked about? He had
osteoporosis, cancer, numerous shrapnel wounds, a plate in his head with a metal fragment
in his brain, and the fingers missing from his left hand. He even had a plastic breast
bone as a result of injuries from a particle beam fired on him by an alien.
Despite his injuries, he was a genius. He could speak in
eleven languages, had figured equations that proved time travel was possible. Dan chuckled
grimly. If only he had lived for Dan to tell him.
He got the equations from his father's notes. His father
had been involved in the infamous Philadelphia Experiment.
He said he had his father's notes at his house along with
his own notes on time travel; notes for the book he was writing and artifacts he had
collected of alien metals and pictures of UFOs. Dan knew these were no longer there.
This man died trying to get information out to an
unsuspecting public. How does one fight apathy? Jeremiah said that's what happened to
Europe until the Nazi jack boots cut a path of death and destruction across most of it.
What would it take to get the attention of the people?
I'm not that smart, God. Give Phil, Laura and me the wisdom
to know what to do and how to go about finding the answers; and please protect my
family...my friends...and myself from the same fate as Schultz. Live or die, I know we're
all willing to risk it all to get the truth out. Wisdom, wisdom, we must have it, in Jesus
Name."
XXX
Betty met him at the door. Her hands were shaking.
"What happened?" Dan could see the color had
drained from her face.
"I got a very strange phone call while you were gone.
Some man with a real low echoing voice said he knew what you were up to and if you valued
the lives of your family as well as yourself, you would forget everything you think you
know."
Dan held her until she stopped trembling. He locked the
door behind them and led his wife to the couch, grabbing the portable phone on the way.
Sobbing, Betty put her face in her hands. "You were
gone so long, I thought something terrible happened to you. I couldn't stand to go through
that again. I just couldn't!"
Dialing a number on the phone, Dan said, something's
already happened to Schultz;. He's dead! Murdered!"
"Oh my God! What have we gotten into, Dan?"
"Too late to back out now. Is Dave in bed?"
Betty nodded in the affirmative. "Who are you
calling?"
Dan started to answer when Phil's "Hello,"
sounded at the end.
"Phil, it's Dan." He continued on in Atlantean.
"I found Schultz. He's dead. Murdered." He then told Phil all that had
transpired.
Phil said in English, "This requires some deep thought
and a lot of prayer. I'll talk it over with Laura and then get back to you; we need to get
together in Roswell," he finished in Atlantean.
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