Origins (Remote) (5 page)

Remote Viewing Session NO-14

Viewer: Gilmore, Ronald (10)

Transcript

#16 - One week ago the man in the photograph was flying over South Viet Nam. His plane was shot down. Reports are that he survived the incident and parachuted safely down to the ground. We suspect he was captured. I want you to put yourself in his place and go from there. Just tell me what you think, Ronnie. Picture it in your mind like you did with the building and just tell me what you think. That’s all. If it helps, look at the map. If you can mark the places where you think things happened, do that.

(Conversation as recorded. Visual descriptions in italics as provided by #16)

Viewer appeared nervous. Studied both photograph and map. Closed his eyes and began speaking. During the entirety of the session viewer was awake and alert, though apprehensive.

#10 – I can see a guy…..he’s hurt……he’s hiding in some trees…..looking around.

#16 – Is he the man in the photograph?

#10- I think so…I guess….now he’s moving around in the woods but he can’t walk too good. I think it’s his back that hurts…he’s all stooped over.

At this point #16 reports viewer with eyes closed.

#16 – Is he alone?

#10 – Right now… yes…he’s trying to run now….oh, he’s being chased……some guys are looking for him I guess…..he can’t run fast……now he’s down again…….he’s putting stuff over him trying to hide….people getting closer now and he doesn’t want to breathe.

At this point #16 reports viewer has increased agitation, breathing quickly.

#10 – Oh no…they’ve got him….they’re hitting him with something…..like a long metal stick….no, it’s guns, they’re hitting him with guns, the part that goes on your shoulder.

#16- Stop a minute here Ronnie. Can you look at this map? Show me where on this map you think he is when they caught him.

#16 reports viewer is extremely upset and emotional. Points out on map a location approx.2 miles southeast of marked village of Quan Tri.

#16- Okay Ronnie, try and relax. What do you see happening next? Put yourself in that time and place and just report what you see.

#10 – ...moving now….they’ve got him moving…..they’re pushing him and shoving him along, about five or six of them and they’re laughing at him…..one guy spit on him…he falls down and they’re kicking him and he can’t get up or stop them because his hands are tied.

#16 – Good. If you can, try and skip ahead a little bit. Try and see if you can see and tell me where you think he is now.

#10 – He’s in some place dark…it’s dark now….he’s inside something but I can’t see what it is…..people outside talking…I can smell something burning, like there’s a fire somewhere…the people are outside in the dark….there’s something…..he can hear them…he’s scared….his back hurts even more

#16 – Can you tell me anything about where he is? Can you see around the place? Tell me anything that stands out. That might mark it for us?

#10- There’s a bunch of stuff….like….not bricks but big pieces of rock…..like somebody carved them or cut them….they’re laying all around….and one of those …..fat guys

#16- There’s a fat guy there?

#10 – ...no…no….it’s like a stone fat guy…one of those statues of the fat guy…..I don’t know what you call them…the fat guy sitting down with his legs crossed

#16 reports viewer calmer now, but still slightly agitated. Breathing under control.

#16 – Ronnie, can you show me where you think he is on this map? Just open your eyes and point out where you think he is right now.

Viewer points out area on map approx.1-2 mile northwest of Quan Tri village.

Session End

“Just how good is this information?” was the first question the Captain asked.

“It’s been labeled as reliable,” said the man across the map table. The two were standing in a room in South Viet Nam, fifty miles from the border with the North. A single bulb over the table lit the room. Spread out on the flat surface was a map of the entire Northern Province, marked with delicate red indexes. It was a vast expanse made even more formidable by the fact that most of it was impenetrable jungle, heavily occupied by the enemy. Maybe. The fact was nobody really knew where the enemy was, or might appear, at any given time.

“Reliable.” the Captain said. “You get a report of a sighting forty miles away and you want me to send in a unit to look for this guy. Has there been any other confirmation?”

“No. It’s our feeling that he was captured pretty quickly. But look, the information is pretty solid on this one.” He leaned over the map and placed his finger on one of the small dots. “This is Quan Tri. We’re being told that he’s being held in what’s left of a Buddhist temple right around Quan Tri. We’ve got good intel on that. There’s a bombed out ruin only a few klicks away to the Northeast. Send in a unit to check it out.”

“Just like that?”

“Just like that.”

The captain looked him over. He’d had some experience with the CIA in Viet Nam and little of it was good. For the most part they operated without restrain and with no explanation. This felt a little different. This man had flown in especially to deliver this message and he’d delivered it in no uncertain terms. Someone up high wanted this done right away. That point was clear.

“Captain,” the man said, adopting a softer tone, “I know how you feel and if I were in your shoes I’d feel the same way. But this guy they’ve got was involved in planning tactical operations against the Soviets. He knows how things are supposed to work if anything happens in Europe. If he gets interrogated and can’t hold out, it’s going to cause major problems. The Soviets will know most of our plans and how we intend to carry them out. We’ve got to at least try. “

“It was pretty damn scary, I’ll tell you,” Farrow said, sitting with Thorne at the same table where they’d met months before. Thorne was nursing a beer. Farrow was working on his third. “It was like….something changed in the room. The kid just closed his eyes and kind of went out somewhere and next thing you know he was spilling all this stuff out. It was eerie.”

“How was he afterwards?” Thorne asked. “Any problems?”

“Kind of shook up I think. I don’t know if it’s because doing it shakes him up or because he’s scared of me or he kind of….relates to what he’s viewing. If that’s what he’s doing. Any reports back on whether what he’s seeing is any good? I have to tell you, I think it’s real. Just the way he came across, and this is a kid mind you, made the whole thing feel like it was happening right in front of me. I’ve never seen anything like it with any other viewer. Most of them stumble around with these vague impressions. This kid talks like he’s watching it on television or something.”

“We’ll find out soon enough,” Thorne said. “In the meantime try and keep him calm. If he’s the real thing we’ve got some serious thinking to do. Can we afford to let him run around a schoolyard? He could be the most significant intelligence asset we’ve got.”

“What other choice do we have?” Farrow asked. “We can’t just walk in and tell his parents ‘Sorry folks, but we have to take your kid away. National security you know.' It might be better just to hide him in plain sight.”

Thorne finished his beer and waved the waiter over for another. “I’ll worry about that. You just worry about keeping on his good side.”

“How’s the girl doing?” Farrow asked.

“Your friend Mr. Ruff is reluctant; it seems, to do much pushing. But next week she’ll be given her first hard target. Let’s wait and see how she works out, but all indications are good. Quite a little pair we’ve got here.”

The helicopters passed to the East of Quan Tri and began their descent just as the sun was breaking over the horizon. Inside were twelve Special Forces soldiers whose boots hit the ground before the skids of the chopper. They fanned out, four heading into the ruins of the temple, the other eight moving in pairs to the four corners of the site.

Rifle fire erupted immediately. The squad of VC waiting to hand off their prisoner was scattered and unable to resist in force. Two had been left to guard their prisoner and had been caught scampering out of the small overhang under which they lay and cut down with short bursts. One group of four were drawing water from a small stream nearby and when they heard the sound of the choppers coming in, had melted into the jungle. Another pair, perhaps more committed, had begun putting down fire from the south. One was caught in the return fire and the other slipped away after he was hit. From the North the leader entreated the remaining men under his group to advance across the clearing but the three who listened ended up with their blood spilled into the black jungle earth.

Inside the temple the four members of the invading group found Major Arnold Brewer, U.S. Air Force, lying on a small pallet, his hands and feet tied. He was cut free and carried bodily by the group out to the edge of the clearing. The choppers were called back in. He was thrown aboard somewhat casually. The whole operation had taken less than three minutes. One soldier had received a spray of stone chips across the cheek and was bleeding lightly. His wounds were declared inconsequential and the chopper raced across the jungle at treetop level for a mile before clawing into the sky and returning to base forty minutes later.

Three hours after the helicopter landed Thorne got a phone call. It came in on a secure line as he was working at his desk. Or trying to work. He’d taken the information given him by Farrow and put it out for immediate action. He knew he was taking a risk. Deploying valuable assets in a war zone on the thinnest of threads was frowned upon. The payoff however, would be huge. Millions of dollars were spent in turning up the smallest of details that could shed light on developing situations around the world and within the United States itself. If the gamble paid off, Thorne would be in position to ask for more and his influence extended into the highest levels.

The phone buzzed and he picked it up.

“Hello.”

The connection was clear though it originated from halfway around the world.

“Bingo. We got him. Right where you said he’d be.”

“Thank you,” Thorne said, hung up the phone and immediately dialed Archer.

Cassie
had been assigned to James Ruff, a much more cautious man than Farrow and his approach to her testing had been methodical. Given her identification of a submarine berth as containing a whale, Ruff operated under the assumption that her description had been a lucky guess or at best an indication of some low level power. As the weeks passed however, it became apparent that Cassie Reynold ran much deeper than that. Her ability seemed mixed at first but had been growing rapidly. In the time that followed her initial testing Ruff had presented her with a series of both photographs and verbal descriptions of subjects, asking her to identify locations and provide descriptions based on nothing more than map coordinates. She was running at 90% accuracy and Ruff believed that the misses were more the fault of the supplied information and inexperience than any failure on the part of Cassie Reynold.

Ruff was being pushed now. His experiments had been running long enough. Thorne laid things out in no uncertain terms. While the research was interesting, the purpose of the program was to find subjects whose insights could be put to practical use. Either
Cassie Reynold could produce or she was to be pushed gently aside, her parents told she wasn’t a good fit for the fictitious scholarship, and a search for a new subject would be found. What Ruff didn’t know was that Thorne had been seeking to identify viewers in major urban areas around the country with no success. Lightning had struck with Ronnie Gilmore and possibly with Cassie Reynolds. Thorne wanted to know for sure.

What Ruff didn’t know was exactly how far
Cassie had come. When she had called the object in the bunker a whale she had known exactly what it was, a submarine. But she was beset with a feeling, a dim thought in the back of her mind that telling too much would be a mistake. Ruff and this whole experience were not all that they seemed. She had held things close to the vest in the ensuing sessions by leaking small things that seemed to her innocuous, remaining silent on the larger pictures that formed in her mind’s eye. In this she was much more devious than Ronnie Gilmore, a boy that spoke his thoughts like an open book. Cassie would bide her time. Her talent, if it could be called that, would be held back. At times she had reached out, feeling for James Ruff, and she didn’t like what she saw. Alone, she had tapped into something about him as he moved in circles of men who threw off a dangerous air. She knew more about him than he thought.

As the session for the day began she was more nervous than usual, sensing some stress within Ruff that he was trying to hide. He was usually cheery, or tried to be, but today she could feel the tension coming off him, though he tried his best to hide it. She could see a shake to his hands when he reached into his briefcase and pulled out the usual folder of papers and photographs. Inside her, alarm bells began to buzz in the back of her mind, small whispers that told her to tread carefully and speak as little as possible. With that knowledge though, came a measure of confidence, a growing sense that she was the one with the advantage here, and over time she could find out what was really happening with these men and her and Ronnie.