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Title: On Remembrance and Forgetting
Book One of “The Official Chronicles of the Royal House of Antar”

Author: suicide_eagle_rath

Disclaimer: The characters belong to Melinda Metz, Jason Katims, WB and UPN. They are not mine and no infringement intended. I am only attempting to finish a riveting story from one point of view.

Rating: Adult Only

Pairings: CC

Summary: This may develop into a series of books that will delve into the origins of the Pod Squad, the confrontation of their past lives, their eventual return to Antar and the problems that ensue thereof, their confrontation with Ki’var, and the consequences of their alien consciousness coming to life.

The first book ‘On Remembrance and Forgetting’ will explore the psyches, problems, and situations caused by Max, Michael and Isabel as they are merged with their alter egos and solutions and decisions that are made.

Author’s Note: Okay advance warnings here ... READ AND BEWARE ... Profanity, strong language, explicit sexual situations, violence, as well as violent/war/battle descriptions situations may occur periodically in this book or in subsequent books. These situations are intended to explain current psychological and social dysfunctions that are prevent in the character profiles and NOT added for shock value or useless content. I will endeavor to warn the reader at the beginning of each chapter containing violence, extensive profanity, or intimate scenes.

Warning: Read at your own risk.

Another Version A UC version of this series does exist. The series is ‘Chronicles of Antar’ and the first book is ‘Gone But Not Forgotten’. Where as the two books may be similar in many respects, they will also be many chapters will differ greatly.

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The name “The Official Chronicles of the Royal House of Antar” for the series and the first book title “On Remembrance and Forgetting” is courtesy of Patroclus76. Thanks for the use of the titles.

The incredible banner was created by was created for me by Tanya7496 (TBEHR). Thanks so much for everything you have done.

The beta for this story is imnotlc, thank you for all you help, you are great.
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Book 1: Section1: Chapter 1: Part 1 of 1

On Remembrance and Forgetting
Book One of
“The Official Chronicles of the Royal House of Antar”


Section 1: The Longest Year
Chapter 1: Get Ready… Aim…
Part 1: Prologue

Timeline: Graduation Day

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“Dead. Kaput. Finito, Michelito.”

“Believe in the love.”

“…you're just gonna leave me here??.....”

“…. perfect way to end this entire... stupid thing.”

“We should start leaving right after graduation. …And we don't look back.”

“You're gonna go off with them and leave me in Roswell…”

“These four. This is everyone. Now we can move.”

“Someplace where they won't expect it to happen.”

“...Forever may only be twelve days...”

“This is Viceroy. All shooters report in, please.”

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Book 1: Section1: Chapter 2: Part 1 of 8

On Remembrance and Forgetting
Book One of
“The Official Chronicles of the Royal House of Antar”

Section 1: The Longest Year
Chapter 2: Federal Manhunt and Priorities
Part 1: Aliens They Do Exist, They Do

Timeline: Graduation Day

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"Alpha team this is Viceroy. Check in!"

"Viceroy this is Bulldog, status green!" The sharpshooter replied as he steadied the crosshairs of his rifle at his intended target, Max Evans.

"Viceroy this is Pointer, status green!" Pointer issued his status and sighted his target on the beautiful face of one Isabel Evans.

"Viceroy this is Terrier, status green!" Called back Terrier who had his rifle trained on the back of Liz Parker’s head waiting for the order to execute.

"Alpha this is Viceroy. Roger that. You have the green light to proceed; I repeat you have the green light to proceed."

It seemed like an eternity waiting for the sound that would indicate the targets were down. The guest speaker for the evening Bryce McCain had begun his speech, the snipers would begin their assault within seconds. Suddenly Bulldog’s target Max Evans got up and walked onto the stage, talking to Mr. McCain who proceeded to exit quite rapidly.

“Viceroy this is Bulldog,” announced the sniper trained on Max. “Target is mobile. Repeat target is mobile.

“Bulldog this is Viceroy, maintain your target in the kill zone.”

Max turned to the audience and began to speak when suddenly the auditorium was plunge into pitch darkness, with a only single spotlight centered on Max’s figure as he now stood behind the podium.

“Alpha this is Viceroy. Status report,” yelled Viceroy into his microphone.

“Viceroy this is Terrier. Target is negative. Switching to night scope.”

“Viceroy this is Bulldog, status green!"

“Viceroy this is Pointer. Target is negative. Switching to night scope.”

"Alpha this is Viceroy. Roger that. Wait for all targets to be in the kill zone.”

There was nothing but silence as Viceroy waited for Terrier and Pointer to scope their targets. Suddenly a blinding white light flooded the auditorium accompanied by a racing motor was heard as it entered the room when the back doors burst opened. A motorcycle, driven by an unknown helmeted figure, raced down the aisle and flew up onto the stage where Max Evans hopped on. The bike then jumped off the stage and down the other aisle towards the closed and bolted door. The motorcycle almost knocked down Viceroy and members of the Special Unit as it roared out of the auditorium.

This action threw the auditorium into frenzy. Parents started looking around questioning what happened. The school officials tried to get the crowd under control but the microphone appeared to be disabled.

Looking over towards the doors one student saw the Special Unit with guns and started screaming, “They have guns.”

Another student yelled, “Run for your life.” Within mere seconds, parents and students began screaming and running for the doors effectively blocking the special unit from following the motorcycle carrying an unknown person and Max Evans.

“Viceroy this is….” The communication systems, crippled by static discharge in the air, were making team coordination impossible. “Target is lost.” Alpha Team’s communications began to crackle when the ‘whiteout’ first appeared. “Repeat target is lost.”

“Alpha this is Viceroy. Status report,” the radio popped and hissed as Viceroy struggled to get the whereabouts on his men. “All units repeat status report."

“Viceroy this is Terrier. Target is negative,” answered the young sniper speaking softly into the thin communication wire that curved from the receiver in his ear.

“Bulldog, Pointer report in,” ordered Viceroy.

“Viceroy this is Bulldog,” responded Bulldog, his voice was distant, almost incomprehensible. “Target is…repeating target…repeat… negative.”

“Got it Bulldog target is negative. Pointer report in.”

“Viceroy this is Pointer. My target is also negative. Night scope is disabled. Regular vision impaired.”

“Alpha this is Viceroy. Abort! Repeat. Abort! All personnel report to me immediately at the designated location.”

“Roger Viceroy, Abort!” responded the three soldiers.

The radio scratched and screeched, “Viceroy! Can you control the situation?”

“Negative. Operation Urgent Fury is a wash.”

“Report to me immediately for new orders.”

“Yes sir, on my way.”



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Book 1: Section1: Chapter 2: Part 2 of 8

On Remembrance and Forgetting
Book One of
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Section 1: The Longest Year
Chapter 2: Federal Manhunt and Priorities
Part 2: Faces and Masks

Timeline: Graduation Day
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Major Carlson turned around and found himself staring into the face of what appeared to be the school’s janitor. “Get out of my way,” yelled Carlson as he attempted to push by the man.

“I am sorry, Señor,” said the Hispanic male figure, “but there is some kind of electrical problem inside. You need to go to the parking lot where you will be safe.”

“Listen you, I am the Army. No one tells me where to go, especially some school janitor. Now get out of my way.” Major Carlson sneered as he attempted once again to get pass the janitor.

“Yes Señor, I understand,” noted the figure as he placed a hand on Carlson’s chest.

“What the f...,” was the last words that Major Carlson spoke before he dissolved into a pile of dust. His uniform and communication device dropped silently onto the grass.

“Humans talk way too much,” the figure, sighed. With a small wave of his hand, he transformed into the image of Major Carlson. The dress uniform swirled around the new form pressing itself into place. Picking up the radio this newer version of Major Carlson headed to meet the Alpha Team leader Viceroy.

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The Major rounded the side of the school heading for a section of the P.E. building known as the prime make out site; it was one of the few places on campus where no one could directly see you from any vantage spot. Viceroy was there waiting while his men gathered in the black van near the back gate entrance. People were still milling about; confusion abounded with some yelling that there was a fire, others screaming about gunmen in the auditorium. The Major came into his view as he entered the site.

“Major are we to track the aliens?”

“No,” The Major replied, “we need to hold back. What have you told your men?”

“Sir, the agreed on story, that the kids are terrorists having weapons and access to bombs.”

“Good soldier. Now no one is to know who these kids are. Is that clear?”

“Sir, yes Sir. Do we have new orders Sir?

“Yes Viceroy you do!” The Major smile as he slapped him on the back, the Special Agent tensed and then fell to the ground dead, his back showed a red glowing mark burned into the flesh. “Well that is two down, now to the team.” The shape shifter took on the identity of Viceroy, he cracked his neck as he popped open a Tic Tac bottle and chewed on a couple mints. He bent down and turned the soldier into dust, which he scattered with his feet.

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Viceroy opened the van door to see the crack shot Alpha team assembled; they were some of the most expert and deadly sharpshooters in the country, recruited from all areas of the military for special assignments in the United States. They are the most dangerous and highly skilled warrior professions that our country has yet to produce. Trained to suffer through weather, terrain, and enemy action, to lay unmoving for days on end, and take out their targets with unerring accuracy. Their slogan was ‘One Shot, One Kill’ and their mission to wait, watch, and to use only one bullet on the target as indicated by the crosshairs on the kill zone. These men trained to follow orders without question will accept what false Viceroy tells them, if he is careful to word it right.

“Men! New orders. We are to report to base and await the next assignment. It would appear that the information collected about these kids was bogus, none of them had a rifle or access to bombs, it seems as though they were running away from home tonight. Some jealous girlfriend made up the whole story. The Special Unit is checking out the parents right now to confirm. Good work team if this had been a terrorist event we would have been ready and eliminated the threat.”

The Alpha Team was glad to hear that they would be heading home, their plane sat waiting at an abandoned airstrip in the desert to take them back to the Air Force base in Phoenix. Viceroy shut the door, jumped in the passenger seat signaled for the driver to pull out. Before Viceroy could disappear, he would need to make sure the paper trail was completed.

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Once at the Air Force Base, it took the shape-shifted Viceroy almost four hours to complete all the loose ends; paperwork typed up, signatures procured, and superiors debriefed on situation. He then drove Viceroy’s car towards Viceroy’s house but made a scheduled stopped on a street in the downtown region of Phoenix. Getting out of the car, he crossed the street and bought some minor groceries at an all-night convenience store, and then he exited the store making sure he was visible in the cameras.

Walking to his left he looked down the alley and found what he wanted, a dirty homeless man lying drunk in a cardboard box. Viceroy went over to the man, laying his hand on his body he killed the poor soul, and then rearranged the man’s face and body to resemble Viceroy. He also adjusted the age of the internal organs, transferred fingerprints, flushed the alcohol content from the blood, and altered the bones and teeth to match the real Viceroy. He then placed Viceroy’s identification and clothing on the body. Concentrating the shape-shifter manipulated the dead body into a staccato walking gait, aimed for the gutter where the decoy stood waiting for the right opportunity. When the time came, he made the dead man appear to walk into the path of a truck coming down the 35 mph street at a good 45 mph clip. The truck struck the homeless man with considerable force as he spattered all over, along with the bag of groceries. The shape shifter calculated the police would determine that Viceroy died in a horrible accident. He now needed to get back to the deserted airstrip outside of Roswell. For that deed, the shape shifter resurrected Major Pete Carlson.


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Book 1: Section1: Chapter 2: Part 3 of 8

On Remembrance and Forgetting
Book One of
“The Official Chronicles of the Royal House of Antar”

Section 1: The Longest Year
Chapter 2: Federal Manhunt and Priorities
Part 3: Alien Search Warrant!

Timeline: Graduation Day

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“Go! Go! Go!” yelled Agent Sanders into his headset, as one of his agents kicked in the door to Michael’s apartment. With rifles in hand, the agents quickly scanned main room, bedroom, bathroom and small common patio.

“All clear,” one of the gunmen notified Agent Sanders still standing outside the apartment, holding his own government issued small hand weapon.

“Secure the perimeter.” Agent Sanders ordered adjusting his bulletproof vest to fit snug on him before he walked in. Being only four months from retirement, the agent was not taking any risks.

“Yes sir.”

“Thorough search, you know the drill. Anything that looks like a foreign language, strange symbols, mechanical or electronic devises that you cannot recognize.” Sanders pulled out a drawer looked through it and dumped the contents on the ground. “Make sure you secure all computers, CD’s, DVD’s, video tapes, files.” He pulled another drawer, looked through it and dumped that drawer on the floor. “Take anything that looks suspicious.”

This same scene was played out at the Parker, Evans, and Deluca’s homes. Their businesses were also broken into and surveillance equipment installed. The teams were vicious in the searches, leaving no stone unturned. No only did this provide a thorough search but also the action instilled fear and a sense of vulnerability in the victims.

Sanders heard the ripping of the sofa’s cushions and mattress behind him, “Be sure to check under the furniture and inside picture frames.” He was determined to find some evidence linking this kid Guerin to bomb making equipment or weapons.

The men check the refrigerator pouring perishable items out onto the floor then smashing the containers. The same for the cabinets, cereal boxes were opened and spilt all over the countertops. Canned foods were opened and pour one on top of the other in the middle of the floor. Dishes were thrown onto the floor or broken into the sink. There was nothing left in tact, unopened, unbroken, or not shredded.

They gutted the punching bag Max and Michael used when working out and broke up the foos ball table looking for evidence. Books were opened and pages torn out. Whatever clothes left in the apartment were inspected and shredded, even those in the hamper. The garbage from outside was brought in a dumped on the front room floor. One agent took his knife to pull off any loose wallpaper, while another ripped up sections of the carpet.

All they found was a typical teenager’s first apartment, hard rock CD’s, Metallica posters, unmade bed, and unwashed clothes on the floor. No terrorist paraphernalia or contraband was found, and the only thing alien was the mold and dust bunnies inhabiting his or her respected environments.

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Book 1: Section1: Chapter 2: Part 4 of 8

On Remembrance and Forgetting
Book One of
“The Official Chronicles of the Royal House of Antar”

Section 1: The Longest Year
Chapter 2: Federal Manhunt and Priorities
Part 4: Alien Hunt

Timeline: The Day After Graduation

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“Major Carlson, where have you been?” demanded General Thompson standing by the deserted hanger smoking a cigar. “It is past midnight.” Over six hours had passed since the incident at the school, parents of the individuals in question were being interrogated, and the murderous aliens were still on the loose. The General puffed on his cigar warming is hands in its smoke and feel, Roswell’s night air was chilly for that time of year. “Damn cold air, thought the desert was supposed to be warm.”

Major Carlson saluted, looked at his watch and paused before he explained his actions. “I had to make sure the Alpha Team got started on their new assignment tracking the aliens. We have them in them in our sights, General. We will be picking them up momentarily.”

“Good, Good, that is what I like to hear. These creatures will soon learn the power of the United States military.” Pointing his head towards the hanger, “The parents are claiming not to know anything. These aliens are devious; we must make sure they eliminated, after the scientists have completed their study of course. The parents also, no questions asked, no loose ends. You understand, Major?”

“Yes, Sir!

The General turned to walk into the hanger.

“Sir, may I have a moment of your time? The Alpha Team found a map on the floor of the auditorium, in all the chaos, with an x drawn in red. I traced the location, and found something of interest. Would you care to take a look?”

“Certainly Major. Where is it? Can we see it in the dark?” The General was all ears, he was desperate to prove his theory of alien invasion to the President, who quite frankly, thought the man was daft.

“Yes, the alien material glows in the dark. You will be impressed.” The Major smiled, as the two began walking towards the parking lot. “It is located only a few miles away.” Then Major paused for a second, “One small problem. The rental I got blew a tire over on the way over here. I walked the last mile.”

“That is okay my car is over there, you can drive.” The General threw him his keys. “We can check on the rental on our way back.” The Major followed the General around the side of the hanger to a blind area where his car was parked. “No scratches parking away from the rest of the herd in that corral.” The General indicated the parking lot.

Looking around to see if there were any guards watching his movements, the Major got into the car with the General. They drove out into the desert and parked behind some large boulders. Getting out of the car, the General looked around seeing nothing in the distance.

“There appears to be nothing here Major.”

“You are wrong General. There is an alien here.”

“An alien? Where?” The General scanned the desert landscape, putting his hand over his eyes as a visor, as if that was going to help him see in the pitch-blackness. The General then walked around to the trunk, opening it, retrieving a high beam flashlight. “I cannot see anything, Major. Are you sure we are in the right place.” The General scanned the landscape, beams of light bounced off the various rocks and cacti. “Major, where is the alien?”

“Right here General.”

General Thompson turned around to stare directly into the face of the shape shifter’s back eyes and luminous skin

“No…” was the only word the General got out before he fell dead, his heart stopped. Opening the car door, the shape sifter deposited the General on the seat. The shape shifter then drove the car to a previously scouted area of the road where there was a sharp curve and steep embankment with not much of a guardrail for protection.

“Perfect location for a bad wreck,” the shape shifter noted scanning the location for any cars. Stopping the car, he maneuvered the General into the driver’s seat. “It is too bad that you had a heart attack right on this curve, General.” Using his powers the shape shifter sent the car flying off the embankment into the ravine below; igniting flames engulfed the vehicle and occupant.

The Major then took a field advancement in rank to General, specifically General Thompson. He would arrange for Major Carlson’s death later, until then Major Carlson would be unavailable, on special assignment, a deadly top-secret assignment. Looking around, the General walked a few hundred feet into the desert behind a large outcropping of rocks where a car sat, stolen not rented.

“Piece of cake,” he muttered as he reached into the car finding a small container. Opening the lid, he dumped a couple of small white mints onto his hand as he scanned the sky overhead. If he looked at little to the left, he could almost make out a faint star that was also noticeable from Antar. “Oh to be home again,” he mused aloud. “Well back to my job.” Chomping on the Tic Tacs the new and improved General got into the car, and drove to about a mile from the hanger, stopping just below a rise next to a small hill. Getting out, he melded the car into in both color and molecular content of the hill.

He then took a brisk walk to the base, where he met up with the two special agents that did the original surveillance to determine which of the kids being investigated were aliens. The three went into the small observation room where they could review the findings.

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Book 1: Section1: Chapter 2: Part 5 of 8

On Remembrance and Forgetting
Book One of
“The Official Chronicles of the Royal House of Antar”

Section 1: The Longest Year
Chapter 2: Federal Manhunt and Priorities
Part 5: Alien Heartache

Timeline: The Day After Graduation

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“We do not seem to be getting anywhere.” Agent Smith pointed to the room holding Amy DeLuca. She has done nothing but cry about where her daughter is. Agents Ladont and Garrick have cross-examined her but with no results.” Smith paused for a second, watching Ladont through the mirror leave the room. “General, what should we do with the parents and related family members kill the whole or...”

There was a knock on the door. At that point Agent William Ladont, walked into the surveillance room, halting all conversation between the three.

“Agent Ladont, how is the interrogation going with Amy DeLuca,” asked Agent Smith.

“Sir we feel that she has no knowledge at this time of where her daughter is or what she is up to. I feel that if she is allowed to return home, that the daughter will contact her.”

“What about her home?”

“Clean as a whistle.”

“All right, send her home as soon as the recovery team is finished with her home. Keep her under surveillance,” ordered Agent Jones.

“Yes sir,” Agent Ladont left the room.

“That leaves the Evanses and Parkers.” The General looked around, “Where is Ramirez?”

“We do not know sir. We are unable to locate him at the moment.” Agent Smith replied, “We will bring him in soon. We have men stationed at the house.”

The General eyes looked over to room where two other agents were interrogating the Evanses. “What have you told these agents doing the interrogations?”

“Only that the kids are terrorists with access to bombs and possible weapons, the agreed on story, General.”

“Good! No one outside of us three and Viceroy are to know what these kids are.” A knocking on the door interrupted the last of the General’s statement. “Come in.”

Agent Lopez who had been the leading the investigation on Mr. and Mrs. Evans came walking in. “Sir, We have no further information on the kids from the Evanses. He is a lawyer and refuses to speak, spotting his rights and so forth. What do you want me to do, place them under arrest?”

“How long have they been held so far?” Inquired Agent Jones, picking up the file concerning the Evan’s household.

“Over five hours, with no signs of cracking.”

“Wait three more hours to see if anything develops. If nothing go ahead and send them home as soon as the recovery team gives a clean report,” ordered Agent Smith.

“Yes sir,” said Lopez as he exited.

“These two did adopt, it is possible that their children have been able to fool them all these years,” noted Agent Smith.

Agent Jones’ cell phone started to ring.

“Talk!” He listened for a few minutes flipped his phone shut with a sharp snap of the wrist. “Ramirez had been located. Agents have been dispatched to round him up.” said Agent Jones with a satisfied smile. “That makes the last one.”
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Post by suicide_eagle_rath » Sun Apr 22, 2007 1:46 pm

Rhonda Please accept my apologies for not answering the questions in your feedback until now…. my mind is really scattered some days
Mt Gazer wrote: I still await Vilandra: Terror in the Night.
I am resurrecting it now as I write this
Mt Gazer wrote: So where are the kids, how long before the parents learn something about them, or of their origins?
The kids will appear soon… in Section 2 .. still a long ways off though.. The parents reactions to the graduation day events and aftermath are in the next chapter … they will continue to learn more about halfway into the book also
Mt Gazer wrote: Where is Ramirez? Since they seem to have spotted him?
Ask and he shall appear … Jesse is making his appearance … and like all of this book .. the surface will never be what is the truth …
Mt Gazer wrote: And the Shapeshifter will be on the side of the "pod squad" and to assist their escape, right?
Yes this shapshifter has arrived to help the kids … his job is to keep them safe and nothing else



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Book 1: Section1: Chapter 2: Part 6 of 8

On Remembrance and Forgetting
Book One of
“The Official Chronicles of the Royal House of Antar”

Section 1: The Longest Year
Chapter 2: Federal Manhunt and Priorities
Part 6: Loving the Aliens

Timeline: The Day After Graduation

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“What about the local law enforcement. Have they been helpful or a hindrance?” inquired the General.

“Helpful sir. We have had no problems as of yet?”

“And what do they know?”

“Only that we responded to a possible weapons violation and threat to the student body.”

“Good! Good!” Then I will be leaving for now. Let me know if there any sudden developments.” The General started to the door. “Agent Smith will you accompany me to my car.”

“Of course, sir.”

Agent Jones caught Agent Smith’s arm on the way out and whispered, “The old guy is afraid an alien will get him.”

“You wish,” quipped Smith as he followed the General out the door.

“Thank you Agent Smith my car is this way.” Looking around he noted there were no security on guard. “Where is your security? I see none.”

“They walk the perimeter, two by two. Being this far out we only need two, under these special circumstances, Jones and I thought the less the better.”

“Are you not afraid of an alien attack?” The general questioned as he reached his car.

“No sir, we have all the invaders under surveillance, they will be in our hands soon, and the Alpha Team is quite good at their job.”

“I would not say all the invaders Agent Smith.” The General stopped in front of a Blue Buick sedan. “Well here we are.”

Smith looked at the car they were standing in front of; it was his. “General, this is my car.” ‘Maybe the rumors are true and the old man is daft.’ Smith thought to himself.

“Are you sure Smith see my key opens the trunk.” The General used his special abilities to open the truck, effectively blocking the pair from view of the hanger door.

“Well isn’t that strange!” Smith laughed as he reached in his pocket pulling out his keys. “Our cars must be keyed alike,”

“I wouldn’t say that was strange, Agent Smith.”

“Then what is General?”

“This!” The General’s eyes turned black reflecting Agents Smith’s silent scream of terror before he died.

He pushed body of Agent Smith into the truck, closing the lid with a dull thud. “I really should have been an actor,” remarked the shape shifter as he evolved into Agent Smith. ‘How creative our agents were in their aliases Smith and Jones.’ He sneered at the thought, ‘my tax dollars hard at work.’

Suddenly the two security guards appeared on the roof area overlooking where he was standing. He looked up, acknowledging them, ‘that was too close, now for Agent Jones,’ Smith thought with a sickening grin; he would have to take care of Agent Jones away from here at a later date.

“So did the general get off safely,” asked Agent Jones as Smith walked back into the observation room.

“Yeah the guy was actuality scared that an alien would be waiting for him in his car. Had me even scope it out for him,” Smith laughed. “So do we have any more developments here?”

“No we are driving DeLuca dame home now.” Jones indicated to the window, “Ladont and Garrick will tail her and report directly to us.” Pointing to another room, “Mr. and Mrs. Parker there are also a no show. They seem to be completely in the dark about their daughter. We have got details about Max Evans from the father such as he is untrustworthy, sneaky, leading his daughter into criminal activities. The kind of stuff you would expect a father to say.”

“Therefore, I gather we are letting them go also?”

“Yeah I think that would be the best direction to go at this time. One of those kids will have to make contact.” Jones rubbed his neck. “How much longer do we have to put up with the General, this should be a “Special Unit” project.”

“Hopefully the General will drop off the face of the earth.” Agent Smith laughed internally at his little secret. “Until then we suffer, you know the military they want credit for everything.”

All of the sudden there was some commotion in Amy’s old holding area as Jesse Ramirez was brought into the room in chains.

“Well it looks like the final conspirator has been found.” Jones smiled.

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Book 1: Section1: Chapter 2: Part 7 of 8

On Remembrance and Forgetting
Book One of
The Official Chronicles of the Royal House of Antar

Section 1: The Longest Year
Chapter 2: Federal Manhunt and Priorities
Part 7: Alien Lovers?

Timeline: The Day After Graduation

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The rest of the day went pretty much the same The Evanses and Parkers had no information, the agents scheduled them for release in the early morning hours. Jesse though was held until late in the evening, Agent Jones was sure he had some information. The shape shifted Smith could care less about interrogating the humans, but he had to play his part as a FBI agent well. Being a faithful servant of the Crown, the shape shifter personally wanted to practice his torture techniques on Jesse Ramirez for daring to touch the property of the Royal Commander; ‘he deserves death’ Smith thought more than once during the interrogation.

Smith and Jones repeated the same usual questions incessantly; where were you, why did you leave the auditorium, where is your wife. Getting nowhere after almost four hours, they left him to sit alone, while they got a couple of burgers and a short nap. Refreshed Smith and Jones were ready for round two.

“Why did your wife leave you Mr. Ramirez?” asked Agent Smith, as he sipped on a coke. Jesse licked his dry lips at the sight of the water droplets forming on the can. “What was she into?”

“Why are you protecting her? We know that you do not trust her. The information from your psychiatrist indicts that she is with the mob,” Jones egged him on.

“That is what I told him,” Jesse began to explain. “But it was only an example.”

“So your wife is not with the mob?”

“Right, she has no connection to the mob.”

“Then why did she try and blow up the school?”

“Isabel would never do that!”

“Our information says that your wife and her brother are terrorists. They planned to kill a lot of people today.”

“Your information is wrong.” Jesse paused, “I know my rights and you guys are violating them.”

“No sir we are not. We have the right under the passage of the Patriot Act to investigate all known threats of terror.” Agent Jones notified the young lawyer.

“Your wife is a threat and that makes you a conspirator,” added Agent Smith.

“What? I have done nothing.”

Jones stopped for a minute listening to the device in his ear. “Be right back,” he whispered to agent Smith. Jones returned a few seconds later with a worn cigar box.

“Do you really want to know why she left?” Agent Jones looked at Jesse as he nodded. “Maybe you should see this,” he handed Jesse the box.

Jesse looked at the various items, some trinkets, old photos, and pieces of paper. He unfolded one that revealed an old handmade Valentine’s card from Michael to Isabel confessing his love to her in the 3rd grade. Jesse crumbled it in his hand, and let the wadded paper fall back into the box.

“It would seem as though your wife had a lover.” Agent Jones watched Jesse closely; surely, he would now crack. “Ever hear of Michael Guerin?”

“Yeah!”

“Read this,” Jones reached over a pulled out anther slip of paper. Unfolding it, he handed it to Jesse.

Jesse’s face remained stoic as he read the words; inside though he was torn apart. “Okay it means nothing except they may have had a past.”

“What kind of past?”

Jesse was quick on his feet remembering something on late night TV the previous night when he couldn’t sleep. The program was about people who believed in past lives and were trying to connect with their past. “Michael believed that they lived before, you know past life regression all that crap”

“Isabel believed him?”

“Yeah!”

“When and where did they live before,” Agent Jones felt they were finally getting somewhere.

“Back in the Civil War era. Down south. She was supposed to be some southern belle with hoop skirts and all. He was supposed to be some union soldier that she fell in love with. They were both killed in the war. Stupid huh!” Jesse was grateful that he actually listened to that asinine program, it made the lie easier.

“More real than you may think,” noted Agent Smith under his breath.

The agents retreated to the observation room where they finalized the arrangements for Evans couple to be let go. Their home was thoroughly bugged as well as the Parkers’ home and business. They would also have their agents subtly break in tonight and bug the Evans law firm.

“Well what is your opinion of Ramirez?”

“She had him fooled, these aliens are good at that,” remarked Smith. “She may contact him for money or for help in the future. He looks like a good patsy, a sucker for a pretty face.”

“Yeah I agree we need to let him go but keep him on a short leash. They are bound to slip up. After all how smart can some alien be compared to good old American intuition?” Jones laughed under his breath, “For aliens these kids really are dumb.”

“Right,” sneered Smith as he thought ‘killing him will be a pleasure.’

By late afternoon they had let Jesse go, he had no more information and letting him stew was getting them nowhere.

The agents Morrison, Johnson, Campbell, Garrick, Lopez, and Ladont were ordered to remain in New Mexico, low profile, and keep an eye on the conspirators reporting to Smith and Jones.

After a quick trip to the sheriff’s office to conduct an interview with Deputy Valenti, the Agents had the hanger stripped; all the information was placed into boxes, sealed, and trucked back to their offices in Washington DC.

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Book 1: Section1: Chapter 2: Part 8 of 8

On Remembrance and Forgetting
Book One of
The Official Chronicles of the Royal House of Antar

Section 1: The Longest Year
Chapter 2: Federal Manhunt and Priorities
Part 8: Aliens 7 / FBI 0

Timeline: The Day After Graduation to Six Months Later

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Over the next five months, Smith and Jones keep track of what was happening in Roswell. There was no sign of the kids, at least as far as Jones was concerned; none came across his desk. Smith lived day and night at the office, intercepting messages and waylaying the agents involved. Finally, after six months the time came to end the charade.

The real Smith and Jones would be easy to forget, they had no family, no wives or girlfriends. They were true special agents; even their names were unknown to all but one man. Their deaths would go largely unnoticed. Smith recalled the agents from Roswell placing them on other assignments regarding some Middle Eastern terrorist cells forming in the Eastern United States. He destroyed all documents, both paper and cyber concerning alien activities at Roswell involving the kids.

Agent Smith then convinced his superior that the whole Roswell incident was a hoax created by the combination of jealousy and a high school rumor mill. A jealous pregnant ex-girlfriend, Tess Harding, angry because Max Evans denied her baby as his, perpetrated the original rumor. The girl, Tess, has since disappeared; officially, she is listed as a runaway. The intent was to have him kicked out of school for cheating on tests and as a thief.

Smith theorized that the rumor metamorphosed over the next few months, as it spread from the mouth-to-mouth communication circuit found in every high school, until a teacher overheard a version that sounded like Columbine. The FBI was involved when an anonymous tip originating at the school was called into the regional office. It was determined that the caller was a teacher at the school using a public pay phone, refusing to leave his or her identity for fear of retribution.

He pointed out to his superior that this line of ludicrous, unproven and unimaginable alien theory had caused the government dearly in lives and money. There was General Thompson who in his attempt to prove aliens exist, cause his heart to stress resulting in a heart attack leading to a car wreck. Major Carlson, an accomplice in the General’s crazed theory was found dead at bottom of large apartment building in San Francisco, where he was on Special Unit assignment seeking the so called aliens. The coroner listed the death as unknown possible accident or murder, although he could not rule out suicide; Agent Smith was the only one that knew the truth, the body used for Carlson was definitely murdered minutes prior to his body flying off the roof; another transient that no one would look for.

The Military Base at Eagle Rock exploded due to the chemicals the scientists had used in their attempts to create a flying space ‘saucer’ according to the paperwork Smith created and not the work of ‘evil alien invaders’. This was the same base that General Thompson’s supposed alien spacecraft was located. Much of that evidence was destroyed including the all the data, research paperwork, as well as the scientists, assigned to that project. Smith arranged for a piece of the General Thompson’s UFO to be located and determined to be a piece of space debris; precisely a fragment of the disintegrated Mir Space Station that failed to make its reentry target as scheduled instead falling into the desert near Roswell.

Once all the loose ends were tied up, it was time to eliminate Agent Jones, the last link in the chain. Smith had to come up with a plan that would reduce suspicion and close any more investigation.

“Hey Jones are you ready for our trip to the glorious state of Georgia.” Smith was waiting by his car for his partner. Jones came of his apartment building carrying a small suitcase, looking the worse for the wear at three am.

“Yeah, been waiting for four months, only wish I could have slept last night. The paperwork for this little excursion had me at the office until midnight.” He yawned and punched Smith in the arm.

“Hey don’t complain, I left the office at half past two, fortunately I never unpacked from the last trip,” retorted Smith, who was busy from midnight to two making sure all of Agent Jones’ files were clean concerning the aliens. Smith had even gone so far as to do a clean sweep of the agent’s apartment while he was at work earlier that night.

Jones handed Smith his suitcase, “Good old boys got one of our aliens in a holding cell. Cannot wait to see one up close.” Jones slid into the passenger seat and tipped the chair back as he adjusted the seat. “Yes sir, the autopsy should be fascinating.” A smile crept across his face.

Smith clenched his fists barely able to contain himself as he threw the suitcase into crowded trunk: which consisted of two small suitcases and a body bag.

“Good thing I was in when that call came in. We will get an early start; otherwise the paperwork would still be sitting on some secretary’s desk.” Smith said as he got into the driver’s seat and started the engine. “I knew that one of them would slip up.”

They were silent as Smith maneuvered his way through the interstate and off roads until they came upon a small out of the way airport. “I will get the suitcases and make sure the plane is gassed. Why don’t you get some breakfast. I will come and get you when I am ready.”

Smith dropped Jones off at the main airport building and proceeded to go to the small plane office. There Smith signed in and prepared the paperwork needed, then headed for the plane. He opened up the cockpit and tossed in the suitcases and his special surprise for Agent Jones. He then parked in the long-term area and headed towards the main hanger to pick up Jones.

“Is this place opened this early?” Jones looked around seeing a deserted airstrip as they headed to the backfield.

“They must be all in having donuts.” Smith kept walking out to the edge where his plane sat. “Here is our transportation,” pointing to a small four-seat single engine plane, the same one real Smith had rented on many occasions on Special Unit business. The real Agent Smith fortunately had an a pilot’s license and experience, the shape shifter was fortunate to stumble upon that little tidbit of information while determining what type of accident Smith and Jones would suffer. This was the perfect solution.

“Are you sure you can fly this?”

“Of course now get in,”

“Hey what is this in the back seat?” Jones was startled to see the real Smith’s dead body, well preserved for these many months.

“You wanted to see an alien up close right?” Jones turned around to see the black eyes burning a hole into him, literally, as Smith removed his hand covering the large burned area on Jones’s chest. Jones fell into the plane as Smith caught him and buckled him into the passenger seat before he taxied down the runway

Flying over a dense swamp area, Smith put the autopilot on and dragged the real Smith into the front seat, securing him in. Burning both bodies beyond recognition, he turned off the autopilot, killed the engine with a blast, and then tilted the plane; nose first into the swamp. At the last second the shape shifter exited the plane, using his energy to maintain his buoyancy in the air as he slowly descended onto a small patch of dry land. The only things in this part of the swamp that saw the shape shifter make his landing were a few snakes, rats, and herons. A couple of minutes later he heard the plane crash into the thick underbrush and a cloud of smoke billow upwards.

“Well that takes care of that.” He laughed as he changed into a young black man and then started walking through the swamp underbrush as he threw a couple of mints into his mouth. “What would the Royals of Antar do without me?”
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~ Aliens Win~

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