The Gemini Divergence (22 page)

No shots were fired but it was witnessed by
several flight controllers in the Fargo tower.

The fighter plane flown by veteran pilot
George Gorman played a game of chicken with the object until Gorman
broke away from aggression and the object flew away to the south
west of the city.

3 December 1948

A Control Tower Sergeant at Fairfield-Suisan
AFB in California reported a silver disc circle the base a few
times early in the evening.

He described it as flying in a bouncing
motion while hovering around the base, and then suddenly climbing
out of sight at a fantastic rate of speed.

Also a report about an incident inside of the
Soviet Union made its way to his desk. It was reported to have
taken place some time in 1948.

It seemed that a Russian Mig, engaged in a
dog fight with a flying disc over the secret Russian flight test
base, “Kapustin Yar”.

The aerial skirmish supposedly ended with
both craft destroying each other and crashing onto the runway.

It is not known, how much of the craft the
Soviets were able to recover.

4 January 1949

USAF pilot, Captain Storey witnessed a flying
disc in the middle of the afternoon over Hickam Field/Pearl
Harbor.

He reported it floating in an oscillating
manner while traveling back and for the over the harbor valley,
then flying away at a great velocity.

*~*

The AFOAT B-29 that Gus and Volmer had
converted was flying a routine mission taking background air
samples while flying from the small island of Shemya, Alaska, on
its way to Japan.

Gus was sleeping soundly on a pile of the
crew’s duffle bags, as he usually did during flights, because it
was the most comfortable place he had been able to find on board
their converted B-29.

To Gus’s great irritation though, the
navigator was presently waking him up for some reason.

He was thinking as he was coming to his
senses,
why on earth are they waking me up? I have to work on
this damn plane for hours once we land, while the crew gets to
sleep.

“You need to wake up Gus,” insisted the
navigator, “the directional receivers are pegging wildly. There is
something going on. The captain told me to wake you up right away
so you can tell him if something is wrong with the receivers. I’ve
never seen them act like this.”

Gus, still groggy rose to his feet and
followed the navigator to the directional instrument display
needles.

Once at the instruments, the navigator
pointed and tapped on them, as if to check them, and said, “See,
they are going nuts, I’ve never seen them act like this.”

Gus looked at them and groaned, he returned
aft and grabbed a replacement display box and his tool bag. When he
returned, he amazed the navigator with the skill, ease and speed,
that Gus was able to replace the instrument in the panel.

Once he finished and turned it on, his eyes
grew large and he exclaimed, “Holy Shit! It’s doing it again. Hey
guys, I don’t think it’s broken, I think this is for real. You need
to start the samplers… right now!”

The navigator took his seat back as Gus got
up, and started flipping switches as he spoke, “Captain, Gus says
this is no anomaly, this looks like it’s for real.”

The Captain answered, “Wow! Are you kidding?
Start the sequence.”

The navigator started through his well
practiced procedures, “Gaseous samplers …on, particulate sampler
…on, foil …open, first screen …down.”

Gus listened with excitement as all of the
machines that he and Volmer had developed started to come alive.
The electrical motors started whining and solenoids popping. The
sound of the air compressors was deafening.

The excitement lasted a minute or so when the
navigator then told Gus, “Hey it’s over the needles are back to
normal.”

Gus looked at the instruments then pleaded,
“Well, we have to turn around and fly through it again.”

“Are you nuts?” asked the navigator.

“No,” answered Gus, “I’m dead serious. We
have to go through it again, at a different altitude this time.
Tell the pilot.”

The navigator shook his head in disbelief and
talked over his headset, “Captain, Gus says we have to fly through
it again at a different altitude.”

Gus could here the pilots response over the
compressors, “What, is he crazy?”

Gus answered before the navigator was able to
relay the message, “I am serious. Mr. Volmer told me that we have
to take samples at different altitudes to see how the fallout is
dispersing, it will help them tell how big the event was and how
far away it may have been.”

The navigator reluctantly held his headset
mike and relayed, “It’s for real. We have to do it.”

After agreeing on the proper altitude to
re-attack the event cloud, Gus could feel the aircraft bank and
climb.

They flew back through several times taking
all of the proper notes and samples, then after landing for a brief
time in Japan returned to the States. Upon arrival at Moffett AFB
in California, where they had set up Pacific mission return
facilities, they then shipped the samples to Lawrence Livermore
National Laboratories as well as AFOAT’s McClellan Central
Laboratory in Sacramento for further analysis.

The sample results were a boon for AFOAT, as
they confirmed that the Soviets had detonated their first nuclear
device.

The Governments response was overwhelming joy
to increase funding for this new secret program; allowing them to
operate more planes and equipment, and ramp up monitoring of the
rest of the world.

*~*

Stalin was sitting on a stone bench smoking,
in a beautiful garden overlooking the Moskva River, enjoying the
usually brief Russian summer.

Gennedy was carefully approaching him, taking
heed not to surprise Comrade Stalin, even though Stalin had
requested Gennedy’s presence.

Stalin saw Gennedy approaching and started
talking to him from a distance, “Comrade Kasparov, Isn’t it a
glorious day for the Soviet Union, It’s beautiful out and we have
knowledge that we are now a powerful nuclear power.

Gennedy, overjoyed to see Stalin in a good
mood, instantly agreed, “Why Yes, Comrade Stalin, “It is glorious
indeed.”

Stalin signaled for Gennedy to sit at a bench
across the side walk from himself, and he politely obliged.

“Tell me now, about this nuisance air lift in
Germany,” insisted Stalin.

Gennedy now a little apprehensive proceeded
cautiously, “Well, our blockade is working brilliantly on the
ground, but the Americans are airlifting supplies into West Berlin
from West Germany.”

“Can they fly in enough to out last the
siege?” asked Stalin, “The Germans tried but failed at Stalingrad.
Do you think that we can outlast the Americans?”

Gennedy swallowed hard and added, “I’m afraid
that it looks as though they are being successful. The Americans,
as you know, have a profoundly better logistical system than any
other military on Earth.”

Stalin looked at Gennedy with a cold
penetrating stare that caused him to instantly back step on his
words, “Except, of course, for our logistical system, Comrade
Stalin… I assumed that was a given.”

Stalin then looked back towards the river and
asked, “Is it true what I hear about Skorzeny escaping?”

“Yes, Comrade Stalin, I hear that he has in
fact escaped, and is on the lamb somewhere in Europe… Argentina has
offered him exile, but the British and the Americans vow not to let
him escape Europe.”

“That’s a bunch of Horse doo,” exclaimed
Stalin, “I think that the British let him go, just as I believe
that they slipped Goering that cyanide pill. They will never stop
him from getting to Argentina. I’ll bet he’s not even hiding,
Skorzeny is probably living it up at some posh resort on the
Mediterranean.”

Stalin paused a moment to take a drag from
his cigarette then continued, “Say that reminds me. How on earth
did the Americans figure out that we had successfully detonated an
atom bomb so damn quickly?”

“I’m not sure, Comrade Stalin,” answered
Gennedy, “If you wish I will assign someone to find out.”

“Yes,” responded Stalin, “Do that at
once.”

“You may go now,” stated Stalin, as he
gestured for Gennedy to leave, but Gennedy still had something to
tell Stalin, and he feared for his life to tell him.

But he also knew that his death would be more
certain if he didn’t tell him, and Stalin found out that he had
known already.

So Gennedy just let it burst out, “Comrade
Stalin, I have to inform you that one of our brave pilots has
engaged one of these flying saucers over our Kapustin Yar
installation.”

Stalin turned with a very curious and
surprised look, but Gennedy could tell that Stalin wanted to hear
more so he continued, “I am afraid though, that our pilot perished,
but not before he was able to shoot it down. Both aircraft crashed
onto the air field in front of many military witnesses.”

He hesitated then finished, “The base
commander has informed me that there were German Luftwaffe markings
on the wreckage of the saucer.”

Gennedy than stood at attention and braced
for his possible death sentence, but was shocked that Stalin stood
immediately and embraced him with a hug.

“That is incredible news!” exclaimed Stalin,
“Now the Americans are not the only ones with a captured saucer…
Have our same people that successfully duplicated the captured
American B-29s start work on this new wreckage immediately. I want
to see it when it is done. Keep me informed about this Gennedy. I
think that fate has changed its mind about us.”

Gennedy, now relieved beyond his wildest
dreams, responded, “Right away Comrade Stalin, “I will order it
right away.”

~~~**^**~~~

(The 50s)

~~~**^**~~~

The
Cold War / The Dawning Of The 50s

Though the Soviet Navy had been patrolling
Antarctica for months, they were unsuccessful at finding New
Swabia.

American submarines were also patrolling the
coast of Antarctica for the same reason as the Soviets, but
deliberately evading the Russian ships in order to veil the U.S.
knowledge of the Soviet mission there.

The Americans were also flying B-36s over the
South Pole, since their newest bomber could easily fly the immense
distance.

The B-36’s would leave Carswell and fly
across the Gulf of Mexico, over the Panama Canal, down that west
coast of South America and over the top of Antarctica, then landing
on the British owned, Indian Ocean island bomber base of ‘Diego
Garcia’.

They would then return in reverse order,
continually scanning Antarctica for signs of a secret German
base.

*~*

The inquisitive RAF clerk had been honorably
discharged from the military now, but was still ranting about his
conspiracy theories to his old sergeant. They had become friends
and even traveled together, and were now dining in a Paris
café.

“I tell you, I still think that the Jerries
misled us at the end of the war,” stated the clerk.

His old sergeant looked disgusted and
replied, “Are you starting that rubbish again, I haven’t heard that
gibberish for years. I thought that you might have finally grown
out of it. What on Earth caused you to start up with that gabble
again?”

Unbeknownst to the two dining RAF veterans
was that Skorzeny was sitting alone at the table behind them and
started to pick up very curiously on their conversation.

The clerk continued, “Haven’t you read the
papers, Skorzeny has escaped. I wish that I could figure out where
he was headed. I’ll bet that is were you would find the lot of
them.”