The Bovine Connection (38 page)

“Angelica, dear, are you all right? Dr. Howell asked if you would care for some water,” Dr. Goolrick repeated.

Angelica’s tense body instantly became alert. She looked at Dr. Howell. “How accurate are those tests?” she snapped loudly. “There was no incision! How did it get in my arm?”

“Precise,” he stated confidently.

Angelica turned to Dr. Goolrick appearing lost.

“What does this mean? How would they have implanted it in my arm without my knowledge? I’m confused. Angelica felt as if her head was spinning again. “I need to sit down!” She felt dizzy.

Dr. Howell found a stool and slid it over. Angelica took the seat and with a quick gesture, raised her hand to her forehead. “I don’t know what is worse,” she exclaimed, “an extraterrestrial implant or military implant!” She looked up at Dr. Goolrick as if she needed him to say something.

“My dear, take a deep breath.” Dr. Goolrick rested his hand on her shoulder.

“I don’t understand why it’s just now sinking in. I feel as if I am having an anxiety attack. I suppose I wanted to deny it had really happened. Or maybe, in the back of my mind, I thought there would be some reasonable explanation.” Angelica broke into spontaneous laugher.

“After the test and confirmation from Dr. Howell, reality has now sunk in… Well, I don’t know what to say,” Angelica appeared bewildered as she looked out the windows. “I can’t believe this is really happening to me. One moment my life feels so normal and the next, it’s like a surreal dream that I can’t wake up from.”

Dr. Goolrick stepped closer to Angelica and tightened his grip on her shoulder. “We can arrange a place for you to go… out of the country. It would be safer for you to get away from here -- at least, for a while.” Dr. Goolrick peered over at Dr. Howell as he nodded, appearing concerned.

Angelica glared at Dr. Goolrick. “And leave my magazine, my mother, my friends, Michael… and hide? I can’t do that. Besides, something tells me they’d find me,” she said, her face had turned pink and her eyes were vacant.

Dr. Howell let out a one-syllable chuckle. “You are truly unique. Most would run… and yet, you forge ahead… Such courage.”

Angelica took a deep breath, mollified. “The aerospace facility in Nevada… What do you know about it? I’m leaving this afternoon to go there. Look, no offense but, I’m done playing games. You two are obviously experts on the subject of aliens and their connection to the government… it’s time you two started talking.” Angelica’s face had now felt hot as she stared dramatically at both of them.

Dr. Howell glanced over to Dr. Goolrick, as Dr. Goolrick’s face softened. Dr. Goolrick exhaled, “Hamilton, be my guest” Dr. Goolrick glided his open palm gently towards Dr. Howell’s midsection.

“Are you talking about the privately owned aerospace facility with the underground base off ‘The Great Basin Highway’ with the launch pad for Cygnus that is designed to shuttle personnel and cargo to Mars?” Dr. Howell asked, a bit mischievously.

Angelica tilted her head. “Cygnus? Is this a space craft?”

“More like a stealth space shuttle,” Dr. Howell said.

“Really?” Angelica announced, surprised.

“Yes, and Francis Giano is currently working on going further, if he hasn’t done so already.”

Angelica looked over at Dr. Goolrick. “He’s correct,” Dr. Goolrick said. “Francis Giano has technology to travel further… Time travel from an interplanetary spacecraft, launched from the Mars base.”

“Seriously? Is he working with ETs?” Angelica shot a look of curiosity over at Dr. Goolrick.

“Depends on who you ask,” Dr. Howell responded vaguely.

Angelica peered back at Dr. Howell. “Do you believe he is working alongside ETs?”

“Yes, I believe he is,” Dr. Howell answered.

“Why doesn’t the public know about it? I can’t believe they are able to keep information as extraordinary as this secret - pisses me off!”

“I agree with you, Angelica… I feel the same way. However, some hold to the belief that no one would believe it anyway.” Dr. Goolrick spoke softly.

Angelica stood up from the stool and scooted it back with her heel. “I spoke with an aeronautical engineer in Elberton who says the grey race is colonizing on an earth-like planet. He heard from colleagues the grey beings were creating hybrids by cross-breeding with specific humans to create a new race to occupy that planet. Do you know anything about that? Would it have anything to do with the billionaire, Francis Giano?” Hamilton smiled at Dr. Goolrick.

Dr. Goolrick prompted. “Yes, this has been a main topic of discussion among our research team. In the Ufology community, individuals have claimed to have been taken there by the grey beings, and are reporting that they are creating a new race using hybrids on this planet. Apparently, they have been for some time. We were skeptical in the beginning, however too many witnesses have come forward with the same claim.” Dr. Goolrick said, turning his voice deeper.

“Last year, a team of researchers at NASA discovered an earth-like planet and named it Eplar. They are calling it a super-earth,” Dr. Howell said as he glanced at Dr. Goolrick.

As a physicist, I was quite excited about the discovery. It is clearly in the ‘Goldilocks Zone’ and is habitable for humans. Moreover, after much research, I found it coincidental that NASA named the planet Eplar, the same name reported by alleged abductees. More confirmation we are in close contact with the grey beings,” Dr. Howell said.

”Eplar?” Angelica asked. ”Very interesting.” She nodded, remembering her conversation with Blake McKinney.

Dr. Howell continued. “Yes, indeed, and it continues to get more interesting. You see, the planet is orbiting in the habitable zone of a star similar to our sun and has liquid water. However, the star has a mass and radius a third the size of our sun. As a result, it is slightly less luminous, furthermore, creating a temperature in the seventy-degree range… comparable to a calm spring day on earth.”

“How far it is from Earth?” Angelica asked.

“It’s reported to be four hundred light years away,” Dr. Howell said excitedly.

Angelica caught Dr. Goolrick’s eye and laughed, “That’s all?”

Dr. Goolrick interjected, “The stealth spacecraft is said to only take sixty-two hours to get there from Earth, and a third of that time if launched from Mars.”

Angelica crinkled her brow. “What is on Mars? Are we talking about an operational space station? Seriously, this sounds so insane! Is this really true?”

Dr. Howell grinned and nodded confidently. “Oh yes, most certainly true, Angelica.”

“I see,” Angelica said.

Dr. Howell responded without hesitation, “We are doing the extraordinary – Space-time travel.”

Angelica thought for a moment. “So I am on the right track, heading to Nevada,” she thought aloud.

Dr. Goolrick appeared concerned. “Do you think that is a good idea?”

Angelica looked innocently into his eyes. “Probably not.”

“You aren’t going alone are you?”

“No, I will be accompanied by a colleague of mine,” Angelica said quickly.

As a good investigative journalist her antenna had gone up. She had definitely underestimated these two. “How are you so well informed?” she asked, looking inquisitively at Dr. Goolrick.

“My dear, I don’t believe in coincidence; you are not here by accident.”

“I’ve heard that before.” Angelica chuckled sarcastically.

“It was just a matter of time before some smart, ambitious journalist grabbed ahold of this story.”

Angelica appeared wounded as she glared at Dr. Goolrick. He noticed her were eyes soft, her face delicate. “How will my life ever be the same?” she mumbled.

Dr. Howell smiled and spoke kindly. “I heard this quote once: ‘the pain of hell never heals. A smoldering burn’. Emotions are natural and not always out of line.”

Dr. Goolrick stepped over to the implant and picked it up. “Will you be taking this with you?”

Angelica picked up the napkin and placed the device back inside and folded it up. “I suppose… I should… evidence,” she stated, and raised her eyebrows.

Dr. Howell smiled. “You know, there is someone in Nevada you need to meet with. She lives in Henderson, a suburb close to the Vegas strip. She’s a scientist who worked at the facility. She would be a good source.

In addition, she has information regarding the facility on Mars. Of course I will need to contact her and put her in touch with you. I can’t promise anything.”

“Would you ask if she would meet us tomorrow?” Angelica asked. “Maybe somewhere near Vegas. Better yet, ask her if she could meet us at the Cosmopolitan on the Strip, in the front lobby around eleven o’clock. It’s busy, you know,” she murmured.

Dr. Howell nodded. “I’ll give her a call when I get back to my office. Like I said, I can’t promise anything. She may not agree to meet you.”

Dr. Goolrick took Angelica’s hand. “Do you mind if I take a hair sample before you leave? I would like to check for something.”

Angelica stepped back and looked the doctor curiously in the eyes. “Only if you tell me what you are checking for.”

“Nuclear DNA indicating possible viral resistance,” he said matter-of-factly.

Angelica tilted her head back; her expression indicated she wasn’t satisfied with his response so Dr. Goolrick quickly continued. “Well, if the hair sample contains two deleted genes for CCR5 protein and no intact gene for normal undeleted CCR5 – then that indicates disease resistance… a commonality between the new hybrids we are seeing.”

“Well, I suppose.” Angelica tilted her head down. “Be my guest…”

Dr. Goolrick plucked a few strands from the top of Angelica’s head. “Perfect, tissue’s still intact.”

Dr. Howell handed him a small plastic bag. Dr. Goolrick placed them in the bag and handed it back to Dr. Howell and then looked at Angelica. “I will walk you out.”

“So,” Angelica said, “you believe I could be one of these new hybrids?”

Dr. Goolrick glanced confidently over at Dr. Howell and then back at Angelica. ”You did remove a military implanted device from your arm.”

Angelica sighed. “Why would I not be surprised?” she murmured. Angelica turned to Dr. Howell. “Thank you.”

Dr. Howell smiled sincerely. “It was a pleasure, Ms. Bradley.”

On the way through the main hall, as they passed the staircase, Angelica recalled Dr. Howell mentioning the lady scientist. “Will you make sure he contacts the scientist in Nevada?”

“Yes. That should be an interesting conversation. I’ve heard Olivia speak at one of the Exopolitics Conventions. I found her quite creditable, as will you.”

Dr. Goolrick opened the door as Angelica stepped past him. “Beautiful day!”

“Yes, Doctor, it is. And thank you again!” Angelica smiled.

“Stay safe, Angelica,” he whispered.

Angelica started down the path toward her car and then turned around. “Donec iterum conveniant fratrem!” she announced.

Dr. Goolrick smiled and raised his hand, holding it steady as if to salute.

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ngelica was quiet and introspective, reflecting on her meeting with Dr. Goolrick and Dr. Hamilton Howell. Dr. Goolrick’s request to take a hair sample from her was certainly unexpected. She was also completely stunned by the amount of corroborating information they gave to her investigation. Suddenly, she heard a loud noise as her car was hit from behind. Angelica was jolted forward.

Angelica looked up in her rearview mirror and saw the black Tahoe as it bumped her car from behind once more.
Impulsively, she leaned forward and looked out her cracked windshield and accelerated the gas.

She shouted at herself, rationalizing the situation, “Angelica, calm down, breathe!”

As she continued toward her office, she watched, as the Tahoe continued to speed up behind her, so she accelerated again, and then weaved into the left lane. The Tahoe weaved in the left lane behind her, coming close to her bumper before she quickly weaved back into the right lane and immediately onto the highway exit ramp. Angelica floored it as she went onto the highway. The Tahoe was gone.

Angelica’s jaw relaxed and she released the breath she was holding. She looked down at her purse in the passenger seat, thinking about the military implant device. She wanted to get rid of it somehow, but she couldn’t just throw it out the window of her car. It was evidence… valuable evidence proving she was not crazy. She would give it to Carl to keep safe. Even though Angelica trusted Gail more than Carl, she did not want to risk involving Gail any further.

Angelica pulled into the
Liberator
parking lot and parked her wrecked BMW. Once out of her car, she looked around suspiciously, and then ran toward her office building. The black Tahoe had disappeared when she entered the highway and was nowhere in sight.