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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~
~~~ pgs 21-24 ~~~
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