The Gemini Divergence (60 page)

28 November 1964

NASA launched Mariner 4 whose mission was to
fly by Mars, returning the first pictures of the Martian
surface.

It was scheduled to reach Mars and fly by on
the 15
^th
and 16
^th
of July.

Secretly, even though they were still not
been able to successfully photo recon the moon, Johnson wanted to
know if the Raumsfahrtwaffe had expanded onto Mars.

19 December 1964

Controllers at the Patuxent River NAS in
Maryland, near the Capital, started tracking two large targets
spaced ten miles apart and headed directly for the Capital at the
seemingly impossible speed of 7000 miles per hour.

They alerted the Capital and scrambled
fighters.

The moment that the tower responded, the
intruders veered off course and flew away from the shore.

The fighters tried to intercept, but it was
impossible at the speeds that the intruders were traveling at.

After a few minutes the objects re-assumed
their intrusion course and maintained it until the control tower
again sounded the alarm.

Once the alarm was sounded, the intruders
again swerved off course and flew around.

The control tower reported that this cycle
repeated many times.

*~*

Lemay warned the President that the past
weeks events were the unfolding of the exact circumstances that he
had warned the President about a few months before.

The Raumsfahrtwaffe was feeling out our
response times and the level of aggression associated with each
response.

The General was certain that the intrusions
would escalate before they diminished.

When the President asked Lemay what he
thought that America should do.

Lemay responded, as he had before, that we
should shoot one down as soon as possible.

Johnson told Lemay that he wanted the General
to take care of the Raumsfahrtwaffe affairs for the next few weeks
because McNamara and General Taylor were very busy getting ready
for the escalation of troops into Vietnam in March.

Lemay then sent sealed envelopes to every
airport control tower under U.S. control.

All of the envelopes had simple instructions:
to open in the event of overtly curious or intrusive UFOs.

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The Divergence / The Fort Riley Crash

An Intruder, broadcasting the civilian
version of the IFF code, flew into military airspace over Fort
Riley, Kansas.

The base’s ’Marshall Airfield’, tracked the
object and had a helicopter, already in the air, further verify the
invasive object’s presence.

The helicopter pilot may have been flying too
low for the intruder to have noticed, but he was able to make
visual, and reported that the object had just passed by the moon
and was delta shaped, about the size of a fighter aircraft, and
resembled no commercial plane he’d ever seen.

It was just happenstance that a convoy of
trucks carrying a surface to air missile battalion across the
country had stopped to stay the night, due to Marshall Airfield’s
convenient proximity to Interstate 70, and had set up a single
battery of SAMs for deployment exercise purposes.

Marshall Tower radioed the battalion and
asked if they were currently tracking the object.

When the battalion responded that they were
indeed tracking the object, and were not alarmed because it was
transmitting the correct IFF.

The tower supervisor then opened the package
that was sent out by General Lemay to all control towers.

After browsing through the orders package;
the tower then ordered the battalion to shoot it down, despite the
IFF signal, because they had visual confirmation and new
intelligence that it was indeed a foe.

When the battalion chief asked what authority
they had to shoot down a seemingly defenseless aircraft, the tower
responded that it was the direct order of the Chief of Staff of the
Air Force, General Lemay.

The Raumsfahrtwaffe pilot had no idea what
was about to happen as he had been instructed that Fort Riley was
most likely and inert and low threat installation.

The missile fired and streaked through the
night sky, striking the Overseer’s delta craft, taking its pilot
totally by surprise.

He was far too low to the ground to quickly
gain control, so by the time he had realized what was happening and
took the initiative to save his craft, he was already scraping the
ground, causing even more irreparable damage to his spacecraft than
the missile had caused.

The pilot managed to gain enough control to
guide the spacecraft to a remote, secluded and heavily wooded area,
not knowing that the crash site that he had picked was still on the
base.

A pair of UH-1 helicopters, filled with men,
immediately took off searching for the crash sight, as the tower
supervisor referred to the phone number on the orders package, and
called Lemay.

*~*

A WC-130 with all of the typical weather
plane markings, taxied to a stop on the Marshall Field tarmac.

Lemay had ordered them to bring the WC-130
instead of the WC-135 because of Marshall Field’s extremely short
runway, and because the 130 Hercules most likely had the cargo
capacity to hall out whatever wreckage they were about to
collect.

As the rear cargo ramp lowered, Jack and Gus
came walking off; jumping from the ramp before it reached the
ground.

A jeep pulled up to them with two MPs, as the
Driver asked, “Sergeants Danuser and Jennings?”

Jack was already tossing his bag into the
jeep and climbing in as Gus answered, “Yeah, that’s us.”

The Driver turned around to see Jack already
sitting in the jeep smiling at him, then turned around to Gus and
sarcastically said, “Why don’t you both climb in, Please.”

Gus could see moonlight shining on the fog
laying in all of the low spots as they drove through many remote
fields and woods.

When they reached the crash sight, they could
see guards standing around it at a perimeter of about 50 feet, with
a lone helicopter flying over the area shining a spotlight on the
unfolding situation.

“Has anybody tried to open it yet?” asked
Gus, noticing that the hatch was closed.

“Shit, we haven’t touched that thing,”

“So you haven’t seen anybody walk away from
the crash yet.”

“No… Why?”

“Gus grimaced at Jack, because they both knew
that the pilot may still be inside. Every wreck they had come
across before had already been abandoned, “I’ll need one of you
guys with a rifle to be ready when I open that hatch incase the
pilot is still alive.”

“Please tell me it’s not going to be a
Martian.”

“No… It is most likely a very scared and
pissed off Nazi.”

Both MPs immediately turned their heads
towards Gus, and simultaneously replied, “A what?”

“Nazi,’ casually blurted Jack as he was
grabbing a flashlight from his pack.

“It’s a long story,” explained Gus, “and,
most certainly, very secret.”

“Tell them about the card,” commented Jack as
he turned on the flashlight and jumped out of the jeep.

The guards again turned their attention from
Jack towards Gus, who then told them, “I have General Lemay’s phone
number if you boys have any questions, or have any problems helping
us.”

The sergeant that was driving nudged the
private in the passenger seat and told him, “You go with them,
private.”

He responded, “Me? You’re the one always
bragging about what a damn hero you are… You go.”

The sergeant driving calmly pointed to the
large set of stripes on his sleeve while smiling sarcastically at
the private.

“Shit!” moaned the private as he climbed out
of the jeep and chambered a round into his rifle.

As they approached the craft, Jack handed Gus
a second flashlight then walked around the side of the ship while
inspecting the damage.

Gus approached the hatch with the guard, who
upon closer inspection noticed the writing around the hatch and
asked, “Is that German?”

As Gus and the private were trying to figure
out how to open the hatch, the pilot was stealthily crawling from a
tear beneath the craft that was obscured by some bushes that it had
landed on.

Once out of the craft and onto the ground,
the pilot pointed his Luger through the bush and fired at Gus,
missing him but hitting the private in the leg.

The private let out a blood curdling scream
as he fell onto his butt, and all of the other guards turned to see
what was going on.

The Overseer pilot began cursing, trying to
un-jam his parabellum, which had snatched up some of the brush.

The open ended parabellum action on Lugers
was notorious for snagging things that came into contact with its
movement.

Realizing that it was futile trying to fix
his pistol in time, he climbed out from under the craft and started
to run towards the rear of his ship and into the woods, as all of
the MPs commenced firing.

As the pilot reached the end of his delta
craft and was about to round the corner, he suddenly noticed Jack
standing there… but it was too late.

Jack was already in motion, swinging his
flashlight at the pilot and caught him directly in the face,
bending the flashlight and sending the batteries soaring into the
woods.

The pilot fell to the ground, rolling over
onto his back while holding his face and watching jack shake the
broken flashlight at him, screaming, “Can’t run so fast without
your space ship, can you, stupid Nazi?”

“
Mein Gesicht,“ (My face),
cried the pilot,
“
Ich denke, dass du
meine Nase brach.“ (I think that you just broke my
nose.).

Jack, assuming what the pilot had just said,
replied, “Oh yeah, well I think that it’s a definite improvement to
that facial imitation of the Matterhorn… I should have been a
plastic surgeon.”

The MPs dragged the pilot away as Gus and
Jack then proceeded to load the wreckage onto a flatbed.

All of the wreckage small enough to fit onto
the plane was loaded into it.

The remainder was loaded onto a flatbed that
would have to drive all the way to Wright Patterson with the
largest part of the craft.

*~*

Lemay was briefing the President about the
crash, explaining how this had been a totally new type of
Raumsfahrtwaffe craft, with a totally different kind of
propulsion.

“This new delta shaped ship, uses a trio of
some kind of kinetic impellers.

It had no blades or turbines. There were no
exhaust ports or thrust nozzles.

These devices just seem to generate motion
towards any intended cardinal direction.”

“What are you going to do with the devices?”
The President asked Lemay.

“Honestly we have only a handful of people in
our country that have the capabilities to reverse engineer these
things. My first choice would have been Skunk Works at Lockheed,
but they are overwhelmed with work at the moment’ as are McDonnell
and Martin… However… Howard Hughes has jumped at the chance to take
them apart and see how they work. Hughes has suggested a plan to
set up a secret shop inside of the Marines secret Saddleback
Mountain weapons storage area in the mountains east of El Toro and
Tustin Marine Air Stations, not too far from his Long Beach
factory. He’s quite adequate for the job. He‘s done a fabulous job
in the past taking apart Russian gadgets and figuring out what
makes them tick.”

“What about the pilot?”

“Honestly… I think that after we question
him, we should just let him go.”

“What?”

“Well, Mr. President, think about it… Do you
want to be part of the United States torturing him?”

“Certainly not.”

“We can’t hold him in jail either. What are
we going to tell the Wardens? Lemay continued sarcastically, “He’s
a space Nazi that wrecked his UFO onto a U.S. Army Base while
trying to steal our nukes… How do you think that’ll go over?”

“I wouldn’t feel very good about it. I can
see that you’re right… Just don’t let him loose within the
Continental United States.”

“I had already planned on smuggling him into
one of our air bases in Germany and letting him loose there.”

“What do you think will happen to him?”

“I’d bet a large amount of money that Field
Marshall Schwerig will lure him back up into space were he will
personally torture him to see what he has told us. I’d also bank
that Mr. Schwerig will then dispense with the pilot as an example
to his other pilots, what could or would happen if they where to
allow themselves to be captured as well.”

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