reply to post by InfaRedMan
So here's the big question. ...why aren't we seeing any whistle blowers from these so called shadow groups inside our governments and military
in regards to UFO's, Aliens and Advanced Propulsion's? ...Why isn't someone stepping up? ... We're talking about the biggest secret ever witheld from
the human race here, should it be true. ... So where are these reports? Why aren't they there? Why aren't they coming in? I find them conspicuous by
their absence! Don't you?
"Lieutenant Jones, Project X-A4 is in need of your expertise. We also demand your loyalty and oath of confidentiality in your association with this
project. Is that clear?"
"Please carefully read and sign the confidentiality documents on the desk before you."
...pause... Lt. Jones reads and signs the documents.
"Now, Lieutenant, you'll appreciate that the wording of this document leaves your superiors a great deal of flexibility in policing and enforcing the
confidentiality of this Project, including serious repercussions for violating same. Is THAT understood?"
"Fine. That's just fine, Lieutenant. Come with me, I'll show you around your work area and introduce you to your direct report and
Lt. Jones follows his nameless, plainclothes, sans-insignia escort out of the building. They walk together in silence across the tarmac toward a
hanger in the distance. At about the half-way point, Lt. Jones' arm is tugged by his handler and they stop.
"Lieutenant. Before we proceed I wish to emphasize the significance of the secrecy of this project and how much it depends on your perpetual and
"I fully understand, sir. You can count on me. I will never breathe a word of anything I see or do here to anyone."
The handler-escort stares for a long minute toward the distant mountains shimmering in the heat. He speaks, slowly and deliberately, "I have been
asked, Lieutenant, to make sure you appreciate the importance of the secrecy of this mission. It is my job. It is a difficult job. But I love my
job. Take a look out there, Lieutenant."
Lieutenant Jones squints as he strains to see across the glare of the expansive desert. Beads of sweat start to trickle down his forehead.
"It's a big desert out there, Lieutenant. You need not worry about it, we'll take care of you. We need you. But, frankly, we don't have much of a
need for, say, your wife, your children, your parents. Even if something should "happen" to you, and even after you have served well and died of old
age, should anything, EVER, be revealed and traced back to you, I can assure you that the bones of your ancestors will bleach white for generations
-out there. 'Nuff said."
Lieutenant Jones turned and stood for moment as he imagined the endless canyons, crevices and dry washes of the immense facility around them. He knew
it was completely out of the public eye and stretched for thousands of square miles in every direction.
Without another word the two began walking again, a little slower this time, toward the gray hanger built into the side of the gray mountain before
edit on 6/20/2011 by Outrageo because: ...that's why...