The Bovine Connection (43 page)

Dr. Wallace glanced down and thought for a moment. “It took a year for it to start to come together… Only time will tell if anything else surfaces.”

Angelica looked sympathetically at Dr. Wallace who appeared deeply wounded from the emotional scars. “Please continue with how you were taken to Mars,” she whispered as she glanced at Dr. Bishop to notice his mouth was slightly open as if he were going to speak. Angelica took a deep breath and shifted in her seat.

Dr. Wallace glanced around anxiously. “Well, after the mind control receptivity testing, I remember being in the back of a vehicle of some sort, maybe a bus or van. I could hear voices and feel the motion of traveling. I’m not certain how long I traveled, but it didn’t feel like it was for very long. When the vehicle stopped, the door opened and I felt someone grab my arm and lift me. They escorted me out of the vehicle. At this time, my blindfold had loosened and slid slightly down. I tried to look around. It was dark… however I saw there were others blindfolded, as well. I had sensed the others while in the vehicle. Then we were escorted into a facility. I was taken into another room and they sat me down on a metal bench. I recall looking around through the opening of my blindfold and seeing an armed security guard. We were all told to keep quiet and not ask questions.”

“Oh my!” Dr. Bishop blurted. Angelica looked over at him curiously before gazing back at Dr. Wallace.

“Suddenly,” Dr. Wallace continued, “I felt a sharp pinch on the back of my neck and I was out. I’m not sure how long I was unconscious.” Dr. Wallace went silent and looked up in the air. “Had to be a while… When I came to, I was drowsy. Those shots have a strong effect on you. My blindfold was gone and I looked around and realized I was in a small room, wearing a white hospital gown.”

“That had to be terrifying!” Angelica said as she raised her hand to her mouth.

“There was a round window in the room,” Dr. Wallace continued, “about thirty or so inches in diameter. As I walked over to look out the window… well, at first, it looked like the Nevada desert. I realized it was not any desert on earth - it was different.”

”How was it different?” Angelica asked.

“The sky was baby blue and the geography was similar, however it obviously wasn’t Earth. I had seen pictures of Mars, and after seeing a strange tan, red, and brown camouflaged four wheeler Polaris style jeep driving towards what looked like large eco-structures within glass domes… I knew I was there.
Stunned
-- that would be a good word to describe my emotions at the time.”

Angelica interrupted her. “Did you say the sky was baby blue?” Angelica then looked over at Dr. Bishop with her brow furrowed.

“Yes,” Dr. Wallace said flatly and confidently. Dr. Wallace then stopped and looked down to her lap.

“And…” Dr. Bishop said. His voice cut sharply through the air. He was anxious for Dr. Wallace to continue.

Dr. Wallace looked back up and directly at Dr. Bishop. Her eyes were grim. “It all was happening so fast. Well, as I looked around I saw there were several facilities enclosed in glass domes and a massive pyramid structure, much as you see in Egypt. I soon learned there were underground facilities running throughout the planet – we have now renovated and inhabited much of them. I was told these facilities are where the ancient Martian culture eventually had to live. They had moved underground. Fascinating isn’t it?”

Always a skeptic, Angelica was struggling to believe Dr. Wallace. “Who lived there?”

“The civilization that once inhabited the planet,” Dr. Wallace said, as if it sounded completely normal.

Angelica wrinkled her forehead and observed Dr. Wallace’s face.

Angelica glanced over at Dr. Bishop. He was smiling as if he had suspected it.

“We’ve been going to Mars for several decades, Ms. Bradley.”

Angelica tapped her pen against her cheek. “Okay. Go on.”

“Well, I later learned you could breathe the air after you had undergone a slight adjustment period. The atmosphere on Mars is similar to Earth. The sky is blue, quite extraordinary. You see, the photos you have seen of Mars are altered,” Dr. Wallace raised her eyebrows. “You just have to adjust to the atmosphere slowly, I learned.”

“That’s interesting,” Angelica said. “Please continue.” She lowered her shoulders and relaxed back into the chair.

“I soon found out the room with the round window was to be my bunker,” Dr. Wallace told her. “There was a door with a control panel. On the panel was a large button labeled “CALL”… so I pushed it, obviously. After a few minutes, a man in a black uniform appeared with a holstered gun; once again… all the security personnel are armed. He entered the room and said ‘Come with me, Dr. Wallace.’”

“Wow!” Angelica exclaimed. “What happened next?”

“I didn’t appreciate being told what to do,” Dr. Wallace continued. ”However I didn’t want to get shot, so I complied. I was taken to yet another room where I was pushed and instructed to put on a silver and white laboratory suit and over it -- a white lab coat. I was then taken into a brightly lit room and seated at a table.”

“What was their purpose,” Angelica asked. “Did they want to interrogate you?”

“A few minutes later,” Dr. Wallace said, “a very serious looking gray-haired older man in a white lab coat and with a German accent came in with a very polished man in a black suit. I was told that I was brought there by a space craft to work on an important mission and everything that I saw and experienced there was above top secret. “This is the most important thing you will ever do in your life,” he said. I was chosen because of my expertise. He went on to tell me in an arrogant tone, ‘It is a great responsibility to be a part of such a mission and an honor.’” Dr. Wallace lowered her voice in attempt to mimic the man.

“He informed me that I would be well compensated. I sat staring at the German scientist across the table in disbelief. I was in shock, as you can imagine. The man in the black suit just stood in the corner and watched us. He was creepy -- almost robotic. Well anyway, after that little welcoming speech, I realized I was contracted against my will to work on a top secret project to continue the construction of a teleportation chamber.”

“How did you feel about living and working under those conditions?” Angelica asked. Her voice sounded anxious. Angelica rolled her eyes. The thought of being taken against her will and treated like a prisoner unnerved her.

“The facilities were quite comfortable and modern,” Dr. Wallace responded, “so I made the best of it and did my job without argument.”

Angelica stopped Dr. Wallace. “Interesting. Did you see any other individuals while there -- outside of ASTIC personnel or the man in the black suit, such as top government officials?”

“Maybe,” Dr. Wallace told her. “It was hard to distinguish who wasn’t working for ASTIC.”

“Did other scientist know why they were there? Meaning, did others appear to be under mind control, as well?” Angelica probed.

Dr. Wallace frowned, then squinted and quickly shook her head. Before answering Angelica’s question she looked around the hotel again.

Angelica was beginning to wonder if Dr. Wallace was unstable. “Are you okay, Dr. Wallace?”

“Yes, mind control,” Dr. Wallace answered. “Yes, all of the scientists were probably under mind control. I recall one of the scientists stating that we were saving the world.” Dr. Wallace went silent and looked confused.

“Okay, please continue,” Angelica suggested.

“Frankly, I just wanted to go home… get back to Earth, and safely. Toward the end, I was exhausted, they worked you to death. I was sleep deprived, and thinking back, I believe I was under mind control most if not the entire time. I’ll never get those neck injections out of my mind.” Dr. Wallace held eye contact with Angelica. Angelica looked down at Dr. Wallace’s frail hands, tightly squeezed together in her lap.

Dr. Bishop was impatiently waiting for an opportunity to ask Dr. Wallace a question. Angelica looked over and noticed Dr. Bishop was thumping his fingers on his leg. “Do you have a question, Dr. Bishop?”

Without hesitation, Dr. Bishop glanced at Angelica and then immediately to Dr. Wallace. “What exactly are we doing there, Doctor?”

Dr. Wallace turned fractionally toward him. “Exploring… Mining… Researching… Building. We live in a duality… Welcome to reality, Doctor Bishop.”

“The more advanced a race becomes in our galaxy,” Dr. Wallace said, "the further they move out.”

Angelica looked up from her pad at Dr. Wallace as she continued.

“While there, I heard about ship activity all over our little celestial neighborhood.”

Dr. Wallace hesitated, searching for words. “You know, there are supposedly more ET races out there than we can count. The government will never give full disclosure. I heard one scientist with ASTIC say the general public would continue to stay in the dark… they’ll never know the truth. That makes anyone that attempts to enlighten society extremely dangerous to them. And that makes the three of us marked individuals in extreme danger. They will use every means possible to discredit you, Angelica. Then they will kill those around you that are on the periphery of the research to slow you down and send you a message. And if that doesn’t work, they will kill you.”

Angelica’s eyes grew wide. She thought about Matthew and Gail as she looked over at Dr. Bishop, before asking Dr. Wallace another question. “Do you believe the government is involved with the Mars project?”

“A branch of it, I’ve gathered… It’s very complicated, you see.”

“How so?” Angelica asked.

“Well,” Dr. Wallace said, “there is a group that deals with the ET’s… a very secret and covert group. They supposedly operate under a hidden power structure, above the constraints of the law and above the White House. I don’t believe the President even knows.”

Angelica leaned back and thought for a minute. “Have you heard of John Kaye?”

Dr. Wallace looked up for a moment. “No, I don’t recall hearing that name before. Who is John Kaye?”

“He is the Chairman of the Ways and Means Committee. Has an office at the White House, powerful man. He’s connected to Giano somehow. I’d like to find out what his connection is.”

Dr. Wallace smirked. “Well, obviously: money.”

Angelica leaned back and held her breath for a second. She knew in her heart, this had nothing to do with John Kaye, she was after something bigger.

Then Angelica reflected back on her conversation with Dr. Goolrick and Dr. Hamilton Howell. Dr. Wallace was fidgeting and glanced around. Dr. Bishop sat back while watching Angelica curiously.

Angelica looked at her watch. “How are you on time?”

“Oh, I’m fine, dear,” Dr. Wallace smiled.

“Good. You have an amazing story. In my entire career, I have never met anyone who’s claimed to have gone to Mars.” Angelica shook her head. “You are fascinating, Dr. Wallace. Thank you for meeting with us and telling your story. Fascinating… Wouldn’t you say, Dr. Bishop?”

“Yes, oh yes, extraordinary,” he agreed.

Angelica looked back over at Dr. Wallace. “What do you know about the hybrids?” Angelica asked coolly.

“The hybridization programs… hum.” Dr. Wallace appeared restless, repositioning in her seat.

Dr. Wallace took a deep breath. “The greyish beings are creating a hybrid race to occupy an earth-like planet. You know, humans are considered genetic royalty, from what I hear, so I speculate… they just want our DNA.”

She is obviously a member of Goolrick’s secret research team, she thought. Angelica peered up from her pad. “That seems to be a popular theory. Okay. What about implant devices, say from a human group. Would you happen to know anything about that?”

After reading Angelica’s body language, Dr. Wallace narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “Were you implanted with a device, dear?”

Angelica looked uncomfortable.

Dr. Wallace nodded her head and puckered her mouth. “I see, well, if one were implanted with a device by… let’s say a non-alien group, then you are more than likely an abductee and that would make you a hybrid, so I’ve heard.”

Dr. Wallace glanced over at Dr. Bishop. He appeared puzzled, and was staring at Angelica. “Yes, you heard me correctly Dr. Bishop.”

Dr. Bishop shook his head and looked at Dr. Wallace, bewildered.

Dr. Wallace continued. “The secretive group I just spoke of is a branch of the military, however, they go way beyond the military as we know it. They report directly to the top, and are funded by a black budget, embedded within the air force. Do not quote me on this,” Dr. Wallace said firmly, before she continued. Angelica nodded.

“It’s an implanted tracking device,” Dr. Wallace explained. “It’s used to extract information from those who are being taken and monitored so we can better understand the alien’s agenda. The aliens have clearly gone off the grid and are going way beyond what was agreed to. The military is losing control.”

Angelica had gathered that much from her meeting with Dr. Goolrick and Dr. Hamilton Howell. “Well, that is interesting.” Angelica stated, for lack of a better word. 

Dr. Bishop appeared concerned as he observed Angelica. Her voice cracked as she spoke. “So, back to the project… If I understand you correctly… while you were working on Project Cetus, you worked on a teleportation chamber - to go where, exactly?”