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Chapter Twenty
ROSWELL
Dan had no trouble spotting
Phil and Laura as he entered the small airport at Roswell.
So this was the famous airfield at Roswell. He did not see
anything very impressive. The airport itself just took up a small corner of the landing
facilities. The commercial airline only had small prop planes. He could see a stealth
fighter maneuvering in the distance. There had to be more to this place than met the eye.
He peeled off his heavy jacket as the balmy December air of the Southwest surrounded him.
"I could get used to this," Dan said with a smile
as he hugged Laura, who greeted him with her usual enthusiasm. Phil held out his hand then
clapped Dan on the shoulder and hugged him, too.
Phil looked around. "Where's the family?"
"Betty decided to stay at the last minute. Dave needs
to stay in school. He and Betty are staying with her Mom and Dad for added safety. They're
over there half the time anyway."
Dan could see Laura bouncing on her toes in excitement.
"OK. What's going on? I can see you're about to bust
trying to hold it in."
For her answer Laura motioned to a tall lanky figure
standing in the shadows. The figure looked familiar.
As the man stepped forward, Dan's mouth dropped open. It
could not be, but it was.
"Oy, my good friend. It is so good to see you
again."
Dan ignored the outstretched hand and hugged him instead.
"I didn't think I'd ever see you again." He stepped back to look Jeremiah over.
"You look great. You're not a skinny kid anymore. What have you been doing with
yourself and how did you get here?"
"God has been good to me." He paused and smiled
as Laura put her arm around his waist and squeezed him affectionately.
"I now have a beautiful wife and three sons who all
look like their mother and I thank God for that."
"What kind of work have you been doing and what
year was it when you left?"
"When I left it was May of 1958 and I think you can
guess my line of work. I have become an archeologist. I found another arch on one of my
digs. No one else knows about it, of course. I am thinking it would not be wise for anyone
to know yet. I am talking about my year of 1958. I have not been here long enough to know
how people might use such a device now."
"Come on. Let's pick up your bags and get to that
steak house," Phil said as he led the way to the luggage drop off.
"But where did you come out on this side of the
Arch?" Dan asked not ready to let go of the subject just yet.
Jeremiah lowered his voice just above a whisper. "Did
you know that we are being watched? No, do not look around. There are two men who have
been following us ever since we arrived in Roswell. They wear dark clothes and try to be a
part of the scenery. One is standing by the door pretending to be waiting for someone and
the other is outside doing the same. They are very obvious. The Nazis could have taught
them how to do it better," Jeremiah said bitterly.
"Now I know why you had to be here with us," Phil
whispered. "We need someone like you to make us aware of such things. It's not
something any of us have ever had to experience."
"I still want to know where you came out on this end
of the arch," Dan said with his voice lowered.
"I came out at the base of a mountain near here. I
will tell you more about it later."
XXX
Their two shadows dined two tables away from them as they
enjoyed their meal.
Dan carefully motioned toward them with his head.
"Think they're armed?"
"I noticed a gun holster when one of them leaned
over," Jeremiah stated.
"These men have the same cold look of the Gestapo. I
am thinking they like what they do." Jeremiah's lips pressed in a hard line.
"Whatever you do, do not look at them. It is better if they do not know we are aware
of them."
"These guys may be those Men in Black you once told us
about, Phil." Dan paused for another bite without looking up. "I think I'll go
get me a paper."
Dan rose from the table before anyone could protest and
made his way past their follower's table. He took his time putting in his change and
getting the paper out, then strolled back.
Pretending to scan the headlines he whispered. It's not
them. They're not the same ones I saw leaving Schultz's place."
"We must stop whispering. It looks suspicious,"
Jeremiah said in a soft voice as he contentedly sipped his third cup of coffee.
"They're not stupid, whoever they are. I have had much experience in dodging
the enemy. I was captured and put in Auschwitz because I was with my family. My little
sister could not run fast enough and I would not leave without her or any of them. I
thought we would at least all die together, but it was not to be. We were all separated. I
was elected to be one of their workers. My father contracted pneumonia and died. My mother
and little sister were gassed. I am the only one left of my family. Even my uncles and
their families were sent to the camps. I have no way of knowing if any of them survived. I
have spent much time trying to find them.
"They all used to call me "Shadow" because
of my ability to disappear into the shadows. Before I went back in time, I became
careless. I thought one of the Jihad Moquades shot me. When I woke up and saw the Sphinx,
I thought I was delirious.
"Now, please tell me about these Men in Black. Who are
they? Are they the American version of the Gestapo or something?"
Dan put his paper down. "Remember when we went to the
underworld and saw that man being harassed by those demons, aliens, and especially by
those two strange men in black? Well, they looked an awful lot like the ones I saw leaving
Schultz's in such a hurry."
Phil cleared his throat. "It's my theory that they are
fallen angels which is why they can disappear so quickly. Not all of the Men in Black are
angels, though. I believe some government agents posing to be the Men in Black, cash in on
their reputation and try to get information out of people who have seen UFOs, or aliens.
They can literally get away with murder if it suits them. Keep the people confused; that
seems to be the key with them. People don't know who to blame or who is really after them.
Most are too terrified to even complain about it.
"Since we've been back we found a picture of the man
we saw in the underworld. He has been trying to tell people the truth about UFOs, aliens,
the military and the whole mess. Dan found where he lived and was going to talk to him,
but he was too late. Schultz had been murdered by the Men in Black and possibly, in
collaboration with members of our military.
"By Dan's description, these guys were the real Men in
Black, because they disappeared while Dan was watching them through his rear view
mirror."
Laura broke her long silence. "So man ranks of beings
are lined up against the human race. It's only by God's grace that we have survived at
all. Just think about it for a moment. There are all kinds of demons, plus fallen angels
in all their guises, aliens and even people who are under the influence of demons. All
these ranks of evil, seen and unseen, are out to get us anyway they can. No wonder so man
y people are crazy, depressed and full of fear all the time. Without Christ we're
absolutely at their mercy. But than God we are over=comers through Him."
"I know I said I was born again and all, but I still
don't feel that different even after all the adventures. I haven't had enough time to
learn to really know Him, yet. I need more time to find the right church. I don't feel
right in any of them I've found in Baraboo so far."
"I'll take you to a good church while you're here. He
doesn't preach on UFOs and such, but it's a good Holy Spirit filled church and should give
you a better idea on what to look for. You won't hear about these matters in most
churches, but as more and more is revealed, I believe these men of God will have the
needed boldness to inform their people. I know I certainly will.
"Come on, I'll take you over to the famous
International UFO Museum and Research Center. It's Roswell's number one tourist attraction
and you'll see all the businesses in town have cashed in on the UFO theme as well. It's
big business here. Besides, you need to meet Glen Donalds. Of all the people there, he's
my favorite. He really is a nice guy."
As they filed past the table with the tow men, Dan couldn't
resist and deliberately stumbled enough to knock the newspaper out of one of the mean's
hands. The bulge under the man's jacket was unmistakable. These guys meant business. They
were armed. The man looked at him briefly as Dan excused himself, then put the paper down
and they both made no pretense at following them out the door.
They blended in well with the other tourist going through
the UFO museum. They sat down together in one of the video viewing rooms that ran the
continuous story of the 1947 UFO crash. Phil deliberately led them to the room featuring
the Ragsdale version of the crash site..
"I believe this is where we'll find what we're looking
for." Phil kept his voice low and glanced around. They were the only ones in the
room. Their two-man tail had stayed in the main part of the museum.
"So now you're an old family man," Dan grinned.
"I can't think of anyone who needed his own family more than you.
"Now tell me. What makes you and Phil think the
Ragsdale site is near where we saw them bury that box?"
"Just watch the video and draw your own
conclusions," Laura chimed in.
"What about finding out who murdered Paul Schultz and
why?" Dan's face twitched slightly with anger as he remembered the scene in Schultz's
house.
"It may all be connected," Phil answered.
"Just take a look at some of the scenes of the Ragsdale crash site. Maybe you'll see
something that looks familiar to you.
"Oh yes, and before we leave, I want all of you to
meet Glen Donalds. I think he can help us."
Dan watched the flickering screen intently. He listened to
the dying Ragsdale as he relayed his strange story and paid special attention to the
scenes of the crash site. Phil may be on to something. There was something vaguely
familiar about some of the scenes, but he could not put his finger on what it was.
The film came to an end and they filed out of the room
following the groups of people touring the museum. They didn't see the two men who had
been following them.
Phil led them to an office near the entrance of the museum
and knocked on the door.
The slender figure of Glen Donalds opened the door.
"I've been waiting for you. I'm going to lock the door so no one disturbs us. I have
heard Phil's version of what happened to this Paul Schultz. Now I want to hear it from
you, Dan."
Smiling he reached out his hand toward Dan and shook Dan's
hand firmly then motioned them all to chairs near his desk.
Dan liked Glenn immediately. Glenn's clear blue eyes
twinkled when he spoke and Dan could sense a sharp mind behind the aging face.
He made himself comfortable in the chair and told Glenn the
story he had told Phil.
As the story progressed Glenn leaned forward in his chair,
tented his fingers and rested his chin on his fingers as he listened.
"And do you believe, as your friend Phil, that Paul
Schultz is the same man that you saw in the underworld?"
"His face was much younger when I saw him in the
underworld, but he had the same fingers missing from his hand. Yes, I believe it was the
same man. Did you know him?"
"No, I never had the pleasure.I just know of him. We
have his meetings on video in our library. He presents some interesting and little known
facts. What he said made a lot of sense."
"I want his killers brought to justice," Dan
growled.
"That could prove to be difficult and dangerous. If
these Men in Black you say you saw are the ones from the underworld, I'm not sure our
justice, would affect them, nor would our prisons. There are just some cases we just have
to leave to God to settle."
That was not the answer Dan wanted to hear. Surely there
was some way to have the guilty punished.
"What about that military traitor who was in on
it?"
"That could prove to be impossible as well. How would
you prove it? And, if you could, how long do you think you would live?"
"After all, " Glenn continued, "God did say
He created Hell for the devil and his angels. I'm sure God has an appropriate punishment
in mind for the ones who killed Schultz. You might try going after some of their not so
supernatural friends who have been busy covering up the whole thing by calling it a
suicide,...but as I said, that could prove to be fatal to you and yours. These people
answer to no one."
Glenn leaned back in his chair. "You know, I don't
believe our government knows as much as most people think they do. They just don't want
the rest of us to know that. They might lose whatever control they think they have over
all of us. The trouble is the poor smucks go to such lengths, to keep that little tidbit
secret, they forget what they're really after. They're so busy trying to shut the rest of
us up, they probably wouldn't know the truth if it reached out and slapped them."
Phil leaned forward in his chair. "We have to get to that Ragsdale site. Is there a
map to help us get there? We also need to be able to rent a 4-wheel drive vehicle. Maybe
you could give us an idea of what kind of equipment we would need."
"Just pretend you're going to go climb a mountain and
equip yourselves accordingly. The winds can get pretty nasty up there so take some warm
clothes."
"There are some men following us." Laura crossed
her legs nervously. She hadn't counted on having to climb any mountains.
"Really?" Glenn sat back and stared at nothing,
deep in thought.
"They must think you really know something or they
wouldn't be taking all these precautions. I wonder what they thing you know. Interesting
isn't it?
"They don't mind killing people when it suits them.
They threatened me once. Told me they'd be picking my bones out of the sand if I didn't
shut up.
"I can tell you a way to get there they may not know
about, but it's up to you to lose them before you go, if you can."
He hurriedly sketched a map and handed it to Phil.
"Tear it up and burn it after you study it."
He stood up and escorted them to the door. "I wish all
of you a lot of luck. You'll need it."
Laura turned toward him in sudden concern. "What about
you? Will they come after you?"
"I'm too old to be much of a threat anymore. I just
ignore them and they ignore me. I guess they figure I'll die off pretty soon anyway.
They'll all probably throw a celebration party when I do. I've been the thorn in their
side they didn't know what to do with for a long time. I guess they figure they can
convince people I was just a senile old man spouting fantasies, after I'm dead.
"If you believe in the power of prayer, you'd better
be prayed up before you go. You probably have more enemies out there trying to stop all
this you don't even know about."
Phil nodded somberly. "I know you're right."
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