That morning,
global news broadcasts were speculating on the size of the object hitting the
earth and why the authorities hadn’t given a warning even though the suspected
asteroid had landed in an uninhabited region of the ‘Gobi’ desert. The nearest
town or village was reported to be approximately 14o kilometers from the suspected
debris area. The nearest village to the suspected
landing was named after a granddaughter of the prophet Mohammed.
The village
had only a sparse and somewhat nomadic population according to the C.I.A. file
displayed on Frank Santanoli’s computer screen. As Frank stroked his bald head
and noted the information on the computer screen his commander was on the phone
wanting an update.
“What
have you got, Santanoli?” Frank was busy compiling his thoughts before
revealing them to his senior commander his answer. He was still puzzled at what the
data on his computer screen was showing. “I’m not sure, boss…”
“What
do you mean?” asked Michael Stubbs the section chief of the C.I.A (Central
Intelligence Agency) based at Langley, Virginia over the secure phone line.
“It
landed approximately 140 kilometers from a village called Ayisha, but, I think,
we have a problem, either with the source data or another Unidentified Flying
Object (UFO) has just entered our airspace and landed without clearance and
notification,” Frank remarked candidly.
“Well,
as soon as you know the better…you better get out there and find out what
landed. Remember, this is a need-to-know mission with level one clearance.”
Stubbs was quick to terminate the call, as he had other assholes waiting to
speak to him, which was his view of most of his staff that were quick to judge
him, but most never had the balls in front of their commander to put their
money where their mouth was. It was the same subordinates who were waiting to speak to him on other phone
lines as he sat observing the scene from the comfort of his chauffeur-driven vehicle.
His black limousine was carefully making its way through the rush hour traffic
as it made its way to the White House along ‘Patriot’s Avenue’ renamed after
the defeat of the enemies of the United States during the years fighting
terrorism. Apart from the rain and the noise of the traffic, the air-conditioned
interior provided a comfort Michael Stubbs had gotten used to. ‘Power corrupts,
but without it, there is no light,’ he used to say to himself and others when
the occasion permitted.
***
The overnight flight from Langley Air Force Base to Mongolia allowed Frank Santanoli time to consider his options. The
local Mongolian operative was at Chinggis Khaan International Airport to greet
Frank as he departed the CIA corporate jet.
“Hope
you had a pleasant journey, Mr. Santanoli?”
Frank
already knew everything to know about the local asset. He had already read the
file on the local CIA operative at Langley before leaving. “Yes, glad you
pulled the right strings with the military here, Armed,” Frank said as they
shook hands.
“Have
Langley briefed you?”
“No.
Only that you requested a helicopter.”
“Good.
We are going as they say asteroid hunting.”
“The
helicopter is over there, ready and waiting,” Armed remarked as he pointed out
the helicopter on the far side of the airport.
“How
far is the village called Ayisha from here and also the suspected debris area from
the asteroid that came down?” Frank already knew the distance he just wanted to
test Armed on his skills of preparedness.
“About
an hour to Ayisha, and then another hour perhaps, depending on weather
conditions. The helicopter is under military control, so we don’t have a say on
that score.”
“You
know this village then?”
“Yes,
it’s famous for many reasons,” Armed replied.
“No
time to waste, let’s get going.”
***
“Commander,
there’s an aircraft approaching.”
Iron
Smart could see the aircraft on its defense system. The alien spacecraft’s automated
computer system was already locked on and ready to take offensive action if it needed
to.
“We are
protected with our shield and cloaked invisible to their technology,” Iron
Smart said to his second-in-command Shogi.
“We
will see what they do.”
***
The
helicopter flew past the alien spacecraft several times as it circled the area
before landing in a clearing beside a sand dune.
“According
to my GPS coordinates we are in the exact area where the fallout from the asteroid
hit,” Frank remarked to Armed.
As
Frank and Armed searched the area they could find no debris from an asteroid,
perhaps, the computer data was wrong, Frank thought.
“Are we
really looking for the remains of an asteroid?” asked Armed.
“I was
wondering when you were going to ask,” Frank replied.
“No. A UFO crashed here somewhere or it landed. Well, that’s what our computer
tracking told us.”
“How do
you know it was a UFO?” asked Armed.
“Well, asteroids
don’t slow down.”
To be continued...
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