The Gemini Divergence (57 page)

The
Divergence / The Zamora Incident

Once Schwerig’s craft left the ground and
started away, the remainder of his flight fell into formation
behind him, as the entire group then sped away ascending rapidly
out over the desert.

As they were entering space, Schwerig’s
wingman, one of the guards from Holloman, suddenly warned him over
his headset that something was quickly trying to flank them on
their left.

Schwerig then gave the order to evade right
180
.

The schwarm began to maneuver as Schwerig and
Graff began scanning the horizon for whatever was approaching.

The Sun was off to their side, so whatever
was coming, would surely give itself away by reflecting the Sun’s
rays, but there was nothing.

Schwerig distrusted the silence, so he
ordered a vertical ascent at full speed, and his wingmen obediently
followed suit.

Then without warning he heard and felt a
tremendous explosion, also noticing a sudden loss of control of his
saucer.

He quickly struggled to regain full control
of his craft as he ordered his wingmen to break away and not follow
in formation until he had gained complete control.

Schwerig calmly muted alarm after alarm as
his instrument panel lit up like a Christmas tree.

Graff was white as a ghost as he watched in
horror as Schwerig tried with stoic placidity to reclaim
control.

Then Schwerig announced to his men that it
was hopeless and that he was probably going down.

Graff’s heart sank as he heard Schwerig’s
announcement, but was then shocked as Schwerig told him while
chuckling, “I didn’t say that we were going to die… I just said we
were going down, but it may be rough, so hold on.”

He started leaving a vapor trail as he began
to re-enter the atmosphere.

His wingmen decelerated and took a much
slower and more vertical entry into the atmosphere in order to
avoid burning up.

Schwerig’s craft managed to survive, skidding
crippled through the ionosphere, but now he watched as the desert
floor was quickly approaching them.

As they got closer to the ground, Graff could
start to make out roads and houses. He was slightly relieved that
it looked like a fairly rural area that they were going down
into.

Just before they were to crash, Graff noticed
that they were flying over a remote highway, and he could see the
lights of a police car pursuing another vehicle down the road. But
then they traversed over a ridge and the highway disappeared.

Schwerig pulled back on the controls and the
saucer started to roar and make sounds like Graff had never heard
one make before.

Then the craft set down abruptly with a
violent thud.

They looked at each other to see if they were
both all right, as the ton of dust that they had just suddenly
kicked up into the air started to settle back down upon their
saucer.

24 April 1964

Lonnie Zamora was a New Mexico police officer
in pursuit of a speeder on a rural highway south of Socorro New
Mexico, when he was interrupted by what he described as a large
roar and a flash of light in his periphery.

He reported that he broke off his pursuit
because he believed that an explosives shed from a local mine in
the direction of his sighting had exploded and he needed to
investigate immediately, as somebody may have been hurt.

Zamora turned off onto a gravel road and
proceeded into the desert. He then came to a steep hill, and
because he didn’t have a more appropriate vehicle for the desert
road, failed to ascend the hill.

But unswerving, he tried repeatedly to
conquer the obstacle before him.

*~*

Schwerig and Graff had exited the craft and
were inspecting the damage.

It was obvious that some sort of device had
detonated alongside their saucer and tore a huge gash into her
side.

Schwerig immediately noticed what had caused
the loss of control.

The explosion had severed a hydraulic line as
well as decommissioned some compressed gas cylinders.

There was nothing that he could do for the
cylinders, but he pulled out a pocket knife and without delay
attempted to repair the hydraulic line.

Once he was close to repairing the line,
Graff started screaming, “Someone is coming. There is a police car
up on the ridge.”

Schwerig peered out of the access panel to
see the prowler, perched up on the other ridge, looking back at
them, with a single occupant talking on his radio.

He finished the repair quickly and slammed
the access door shut as they both then re-entered the saucer and
started it up.

*~*

When Sgt. Zamora finally topped the hill, he
saw what he first thought to be an overturned vehicle with two
people standing beside it.

He observed that one of the figures had
noticed him and reacted with alarm about his approach.

Suspicious of the person’s reaction, Zamora
radioed his dispatcher to let them know that he was going to be
exiting his vehicle to investigate an overturned car. He also gave
his location.

As he talked on the radio he heard two loud
thumps, like somebody hammering or a car door closing.

When he exited his vehicle and started
approaching the other. He could now see that it was a saucer with a
polished aluminum appearance. He further noticed strange markings
on the side which appeared as an inverted V over horizontal
lines.

He continued his approach cautiously, because
he now, did not know what kind of vehicle this was or what type of
occupants had returned into the craft. He had no idea what to
expect.

When all of the sudden it sprang to life,
again making a great roar and kicking up dust.

He ran for cover behind his police cruiser,
tripping over the cars rear bumper because he would not take his
eyes from the ascending craft.

After he watched it move off north into the
distance towards town, he ran to his car and radioed his dispatcher
to run outside and see if they could see this thing fly over.

*~*

As they were clearing the police vehicle and
watching the officer dive for his life, Graff suggested, “Maybe it
wasn’t such a good idea to start a war before we departed.”

Schwerig looked at him as if he were an idiot
and ranted sardonically, “Sure, then we could have just called
Lemay. I’ll bet he would have gladly given us a lift, and I’m sure
that we wouldn’t have had to worry at all that any of the American
scientists like Von Braun or Volmer would take a look at the vril
in the tanks. Noooo, because then, they would have been our
buddies.”

Graff looked away as Schwerig further
informed him, “You realize that the device that attacked us was
launched before today’s meeting, don’t you.”

Graff fumed silently as they flew on.

Schwerig couldn’t make it safely back into
space, but was able to find a rural place to abandon the saucer
outside of Aztec, New Mexico.

His wingmen were finally able to find his
craft and helped him disassemble or scuttle anything that they
didn’t wish for the Americans to get their hands on, before
abandoning the shell of the saucer and whisking Schwerig and Graff
back into space.

*~*

The press reacted wildly to the more credible
account of a policeman sighting a UFO.

The Associated Press was there the next day,
along with the Air Force’s Project Blue Book and NICAP.

Blue book officials were quick to realize,
the markings that Zamora had described were an uncanny resemblance
to German squadron commander markings on Luftwaffe fighters that
they remembered from the war.

Captain Ruppelt remembered Lemay’s ass
chewing and decided that it was a bad idea to let anything that
seemed even remotely German from coming to the surface.

They didn’t want to release these
descriptions to the public, for fear that other people with
knowledge of these markings would figure it out as well. So, they
convinced Zamora to change his description without telling him the
real reason why.

The reason they gave him was that they needed
a way to weed out copy cat descriptions from valid sightings.

It seemed logical to Zamora, so he agreed,
and didn’t recant his description of the specific markings on the
UFO until shortly before his death.

*~*

Lemay showed the sketches of the actual
markings described by Zamora, before the suggested story change, to
Volmer.

“Oh, yes. Those indeed look like Luftwaffe
markings. Officer Zamora has just described them from a different
perspective,” agreed Volmer as he lifted the sketch and turned it
on its side, “This is the way that it would have appeared on a
Bf-109.”

While Volmer talked, Lemay had begun dialing
a phone, then someone answered on the other end, “Gus, hope you
don’t have big plans tonight… I want you to grab Jack and vamoose
down to Kirtland Air Force Base and finagle or foist another
flatbed… Take it up to a town in New Mexico called Aztec… Why?
…Because the space gods have just laid another silver egg up there
in the desert for us to pluck.

As Lemay hung the phone up Volmer asked,
“Were we able to obtain any vril this time?”

Lemay relented, “No, they scuttled everything
before we got there; like usual.”

*~*

“You’re report is very insightful, Gennedy,
It sheds light on many things,” commented Khrushchev as he browsed
through the report that Kasparov had filed upon his return to
Moscow, “I am particularly happy that it appears as though the
Americans and the Raumsfahrtwaffe are not as chummy as I had
feared.”

“Thank you, Comrade Khrushchev that is
wonderful to hear from your mouth… Have you heard of the success of
one of our Polet satellites that occurred on the same day as my
visit to America?”

“No, I have not,” enthusiastically answered
Khrushchev as he started to smile, “please, tell me more, Comrade
Kasparov.”

“Apparently, just shortly after the
representatives from the Raumsfahrtwaffe left the meeting and
started to fly home. They were attacked by a Polet somewhere over
the United States. It caused one of them to be forced to crash land
and be abandoned.”

“Wait a minute,” interrupted Khrushchev as he
winced facially, “are you going to tell me that it crash landed
inside of the U.S.?”

“Yes, Comrade… The Americans recovered the
craft a few hundred miles from our meeting place in New
Mexico.”

Khrushchev started to turn red as his temper
flared, “Why should our satellite shoot down one of the Nemetskii
saucers over America?” he screamed, “They are recovering so many
wrecks in their deserts, they should just start a junk yard! Since
they have recovered the Kapustin Yar craft at Spitsbergen, now they
have a complete set! Isn’t that nice… Maybe they could have Von
Braun open a used saucer lot… We can shoot down American aircraft
over Russia, but we shoot down Nemetskii spacecraft over America….
I should send them a bill for protecting their skies!”

~~~**^**~~~

The
Divergence / The Gemini War Begins

28 April 1964

A civilian pilot flying over North Dakota
witnessed a UFO and reported it to Minot AFB which was about 50
miles to the North of his location.

He alerted the base that the object was
following him at an altitude of 3000 feet. Even after multiple
attempts to evade the object, the UFO consistently changed course
to remain on the pilot’s tail.

Minot ground control radar picked up the
object at 8:50 p.m. Once the Air Base started tracking the object,
it broke off pursuit of the civilian target and started to circle
the base at a distance of 5 miles.

The object eventually flew directly over the
nuclear weapons storage and tripped the RF detection fence by using
some type of unknown electronic measurement device, causing an
‘Avoid Red’ alert status.