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Authors: Eric Birk

Tags: #cold war, #roswell, #scifi thriller, #peenemunde, #operation paperclip, #hannebau, #kapustin yar, #kecksburg, #nazi ufo, #new swabia, #shag harbor, #wonder weapon

The Gemini Divergence (68 page)

Gus smiled a facetiously answered, “I used to
have a card with a single name and number that always seemed to
answer that question… But now” Gus pointed at the orders, “do you
see these numbers with a dash in the middle… That’s what’s called a
phone number, and if you look at the first number here and then
look at the phone and find that same number. You just put your
finger in that hole and turn that dial. Then you look at the next
number in the line and do it again, until you hear the phone
ringing on the other end.”

The extremely displeased sergeant stamped the
check out papers and shoved them towards Gus with the keys and
said, “Scratch it, and I’ll have your candy little air farce asses
out their washing every vehicle in my fleet until they’re all
clean… And the wind never stops whipping the dust up here at
Tustin.”

*~*

They drove their checked out stock as a rock
Plymouth to meet with Mr. Heflin at the spot where he had seen the
saucer.

When they got there, Mr. Heflin was parked on
the side of the road waiting.

As Gus was getting out of the car, Jack
stopped him, and with a smile, handed him another pair of
sunglasses.

As they walked to his van, Heflin commented,
“I thought they were going to send a couple of Air Force people.
You boys look like a bunch of junior G-men.”

Jack played the part and answered, “We all
have our jobs.”

Heflin changed his view to Gus, but couldn’t
see him rolling his eyes beneath his sunglasses.

Gus asked, “Can you show me what flight path
the object took?”

Heflin got out of his van and pointed to
where he first saw the object and where it had traveled towards,
“Ten more miles that way, and it would run right into Long Beach…
I’ll bet that was where it was going.”

“Why do you think that it was going to Long
Beach?”

“Because that’s where Howard Hughes has the
Spruce Goose and all his other secret projects… Douglas Aircraft is
there too.”

Gus was suddenly concerned that Heflin may
know something about what was going on at Saddleback Mountain and
blurted, “What makes you think that Hughes has any secret projects
in the area… There are no military installations on that flight
path.”

Heflin took the cigar out of his mouth and
pointed to the Tustin hangers and sarcastically asked, “Are you
trying to suggest to me that those hangers, the largest wooden
structures on earth until just recently, are not there… They’ve
been there my whole damn life. What the hell have you boys been
smoking?”

Gus, embarrassed and red, cleared his throat
and started over, “Uh, I meant secret military installations.”

“I suppose you boys are going to try to tell
me that my pictures aren’t real either.”

Gus looked surprised at Jack, “Pictures? What
pictures? Do you have them here?”

Heflin reached into his van and pulled out
some Polaroids that he had taken of the object.

Gus’s heart skipped a beat as he looked at
the first Polaroid and saw the clearest photo he had ever seen of
an Overseer saucer, “Are these all of the photos?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, we need to confiscate them.”

“But their mine… Who the hell do you think
you boys are… J Edgar Hoover?”

Gus looked at the Highway Department van that
Heflin was driving, “Was that a government camera that you took
those photos with?”

Heflin looked at the Highway Department
markings that Gus was pointing towards and realized that he wasn’t
going to win this argument, “Oh Fine! Take the damn things,”
realizing that he had made several copies of the photos
already.

Gus didn’t think of copies, because it was
very unusual for people to make copies in 1965, outside of the
government.

He thought that because they were Polaroids,
once he had them, they would never be seen in the public again.

The Air Force was stunned that later the same
year, Encyclopedia Britannica published one of the Heflin photos in
their 1965 Yearbook and in their next full edition under the
category ‘Space Ship’, making it one of the most famous flying
saucer pictures ever taken.

 

4 August 1965

Calumet Michigan, USAF radar tracked 10
targets in V formation flying at a speed of 9000 miles per hour, a
speed unattainable by any normal aircraft known at that time.

Air Force dispatched interceptors, but they
were unable to catch the intruders.

 

10 August 1965

Seattle Washington, Boeing workers were
startled to see two disc shaped objects hovering over their
manufacturing facilities for several minutes before ascending
quickly into the clouds.

 

 

~~~**^**~~~

 

 

The Gemini War / The Whiteman Incident

12 August 1965

Whiteman AFB was the home of the
351
st
Strategic Missile Wing of SAC which was one of
America’s four Minute Man Missile Wings, controlling and
maintaining missiles in silos scattered all throughout Missouri and
in the eastern plains of Kansas.

As with F.E. Warren before, just around
midnight, witnesses in and around Whiteman started reporting bright
discs in the skies.

The objects were tracked by the Whiteman
tower control and the 8
th
Weather Squadron radar, which
was also installed on the base.

This time some of the lights kept in a
formation flying around the perimeter of the base. This could have
been because, unlike F.E. Warren, Whiteman had all of its LCCs
concentrated in a sprawling underground launch complex on base that
was unlike any other missile base.

Other saucers buzzed and harassed the remote
LFs on the prairie and in the river bottoms.

This time they could not respond with
reinforcements as quickly, as some of the silos under their control
were over a hundred miles away from the base.

Some of the earliest encroachments of the
incident were not at first reported to Whiteman, as they were
occurring near the LFs located in St, Charles bottoms over 140
miles from Whiteman, nearer to St. Louis.

Reports in the St. Louis area were first
given to the 131
st
ANG Tactical Fighter Wing stationed
at Lambert Field, who then relayed the reports to Whiteman while
dispatching their own SATs, or Security Police for
reinforcement.

Reports were coming in about discs hovering
over the McDonnell facilities at Lambert Field where the Gemini
capsules were being built as well as their McDonnell’s missile
construction facilities in the rural St. Charles bottoms only a few
miles from some of Whiteman’s active remote LFs.

Reports were also flowing in from Fort
Leavenworth which was reporting lights over the prairies west of
Kansas City where Whiteman also had many more remote LFs.

With the new SAC UFO alert protocols in
place, much about this incident was kept under wraps, but because
of the vast area between the remote silos and Whiteman. It was
almost impossible to silence the reports from civilians around the
enormously sprawled LF network.

*~*

“For the last few years we have been
scratching our heads trying to figure out why they started
abducting humans… Now they’re abducting cows. What the hell is
going on? What are they up to?” asked Fitzpatrick during his first
meeting concerning the Raumsfahrtwaffe.

Volmer answered, “I have always believed that
they have come across problems with atrophy from micro gravity, and
are having problems with bones and reproduction. They are, some
how, taking what they need from the victims… Now, they are having
trouble with their food supply… I surmise that the reason they have
started abducting cattle years later, is because they added cattle
years later after they started living in space.”

Fitzpatrick made a facial expression that
portrayed that he was postulating whether to accept that
explanation or not, “Well then why the hell have they been
tinkering with the power grid in the north east, and why are they
trying to get access to our missiles?”

Hughes volunteered, “I think they are trying
to figure out a way to cause a chain reaction in our power grid, in
order to knock out power in the entire country without having to
destroy every single power plant.”

“What! Is that possible?”

Volmer answered, “Theoretically, yes. Our
power grid is just an enormous electrical bus and all of the power
stations are attached with breakers. If the breakers were all
thrown at once, even though all of the stations were capable of
generating power, they would not be able to transfer a single watt
onto the grid.”

“But wouldn’t the amount of power needed to
do that be more enormous than humans could generate, because
lightning doesn’t even do that.”

Hughes answered, “Many scientists and
engineers, myself included, believe that ‘it can be done… with a
large magnetic pulse or distortions in frequency, or even more
likely a combination of both.”

“Frequency can knock out something that power
can’t?”

“Oh absolutely,” insisted Hughes and Volmer,
as Volmer continued, “Take for example a crystal glass, it may
exhibit an enormous potential of static electricity that does
relatively nothing to its physical state, but when introduced to
just the right frequency it will shatter.”

Hughes added, “Or look at Hi-fi or radio
speakers, you don’t have to overload them with too much power to
blow them. A simple impedance mismatch or an incorrectly filtered
frequency can blow them just as easily.”

“Are you suggesting that AC power can be
modulated?”

“Oh yes,” answered Volmer, “radios already
have to filter out the noise modulated onto power to avoid
amplifying the noise on the power along with the desired signal.
Anything that cycles can be modulated, even something such as wood
in a musical instrument.”

“Well how the hell do we defend ourselves
against that?” asked Fitzpatrick.

Hughes answered, “The power companies would
have to install band pass filters or notch filters anywhere on the
grid that the Raumsfahrtwaffe may affect a breaker… The only
problem, is that could be very expensive, and trying to convince
the power companies, that while knowing nothing about the
Raumsfahrtwaffe, they need to invest an immense amount of money on
something they believe to be totally irrelevant. That would be a
tall order indeed.”

Fitzpatrick postulated in sarcastic disgust,
“So we either have to tell them all about the secret war, or we
have to wait for the entire grid to fail, before they will deem it
necessary to add these filters.”

Volmer and Hughes both reluctantly
concurred.

“General Fitzpatrick, Sir?” came a new voice
to the meeting.

Gennedy Kasparov had been listening to the
meeting quietly but he felt there was something that should be
addressed, “I know that you may not wish to discuss possible
intrusions into your ICBM security, but we have reason to believe
that the Raumsfahrtwaffe has been trying to access your Minute Men
II missile complexes.”

“What makes you think that?” sternly asked
General Fitzpatrick.

“Please,” factiously answered Gennedy, “You
are quite aware that we have ears inside of your government at
every level… We have also had some of these attempted intrusions
into our missile systems… I believe it is of paramount importance
to both of our countries that we figure out what they are up
to.”

“What do you believe they are up to?” asked
Volmer.

“I believe that they are either trying to
abscond with a nuclear device, or they are trying to gain launch
capabilities to force the Soviet Union and the United States into
an unintended nuclear conflict… They wouldn’t have to fight us at
all, if we took each other out of the game.”

‘Those bastards… That’s certainly something
to think about,” capitulated Fitzpatrick, “I’ll have to pass that
information upstairs before I can take any action on it.”

“I understand,” answered Gennedy.

“I say, we give them a bomb,” interjected
Hughes, to the shock of everyone at the table, but then Hughes
smiled and continued, “but not in the way that they would like to
receive one from us.”

Fitzpatrick injected, “We don’t know where
they are… to send one. Every time we’ve located a city, it has been
promptly bombed, but now everything is hidden… How do you propose
that we locate them?”

Hughes grinned with confidence, “Gentlemen,
we already know what they are planning and where they will probably
go.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”
inquired Fitzpatrick.

“We know that they are going to try to knock
out our power grid somewhere in the north east… That would probably
mean that they will make an appearance at the focal point of the
north eastern grid when they make their move.”

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