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Authors: Robert Doherty
surrounding the Area 51 complex could land a person in jail or much worse if they were picked up by Landscape, the inner security force of Majestic-12. Despite the presence of the media at the previously highly classified facility, Mike Turcotte felt that they were as far from the "truth" as they had ever been.
The bouncer floated down the side of Groom Mountain, the large hangar doors sliding open. As soon as it touched down, Turcotte was first out of the hatch, followed by Yakov, Che Lu, and the rest of the A-Team. Mualama's sight had slowly returned to him during the flight, and he followed the old Chinese woman off.
As Turcotte appeared, reporters and cameramen flowed through the open doors, surrounding the bouncer. Sliding down the side of the bouncer, Turcotte was met with a thicket of microphone booms. He knifed his way through, trying to reach Major Quinn, who was standing behind the reporters clamoring for information about what was going on with the Airlia, the Guides, The Ones Who Wait, The Mission, the nuclear explosion in China, and Lisa Duncan's location.
"Get these people out of here!" Turcotte yelled to Quinn.
The Major raised his hands and pointed at the two military police officers who were trying to control twenty times their number. "That's all I have."
Turcotte spun about. Captain Billam was exiting the
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bouncer with his team behind him. Master Sergeant Boltz, the team sergeant wounded in Moscow, was being hauled out on a stretcher. Che Lu was almost hidden among the hulking team members.
"Clear this hangar," Turcotte ordered Billam.
Seeing the hesitation in Billam's face, Turcotte pulled his 9mm pistol from its holster. That gained him a couple of feet of space as the closest reporters and cameramen pressed back away from him.
Turcotte fired twice into the air, aiming out of the hangar toward the desert. A moment of silence descended on the crowd, followed by the curses of the media representatives, threatening lawsuits. Turcotte lowered the pistol and aimed it at the closest reporter. "You have thirty seconds to get out of this hangar."
The reporter opened her mouth to say something, then noted the look in Turcotte's eyes and how steady his hand was. She turned and pushed her way out of the circle. The others followed. As soon as the last one was out of the hangar, the large doors slid shut.
"What the hell is going on?" Turcotte demanded of Quinn. "Where is security?"
The major hardly looked like a warrior. Slight of build, with thinning blond hair and large glasses perched on his nose, Quinn was what Turcotte called a screen watcher—someone who sat on their ass all day and looked at computer screens. But he had been helpful in the fight against the aliens and their followers and had been an ally in the transition from Majestic-12's secret rule at Area 51 to the present regime.
"That is our security." Quinn indicated the two Air Police.
Turcotte had first been assigned to Area 51 to be part of the elite security force that protected its secrets. The facility had been secured by top-of-the-line personnel
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and equipment. Even after Majestic-12 was deposed, security had remained tight, guarding against actions by either group of Airlia minions. The goal was to prevent Area 51 from suffering the same fate as the Russian Section IV
base that had been destroyed at Novaya Zemlya.
"What's going on?" Turcotte asked.
"I had all my air police, except those two, and all my special security personnel from Landscape and Nightscape who passed the review panel, pulled on orders from the Pentagon this morning. I've been trying to get through to somebody—anybody—to get the orders rescinded, but there's a lot of confusion in Washington. I'm getting a major runaround. No one knows what's going on.
I've backended some requests and will have more people here soon, but in the meanwhile, we have to make do with what we have."
"I see the long arm of The Guides acting here," Yakov said. He shrugged
The bouncer floated down the side of Groom Mountain, the large hangar doors sliding open. As soon as it touched down, Turcotte was first out of the hatch, followed by Yakov, Che Lu, and the rest of the A-Team. Mualama's sight had slowly returned to him during the flight, and he followed the old Chinese woman off.
As Turcotte appeared, reporters and cameramen flowed through the open doors, surrounding the bouncer. Sliding down the side of the bouncer, Turcotte was met with a thicket of microphone booms. He knifed his way through, trying to reach Major Quinn, who was standing behind the reporters clamoring for information about what was going on with the Airlia, the Guides, The Ones Who Wait, The Mission, the nuclear explosion in China, and Lisa Duncan's location.
"Get these people out of here!" Turcotte yelled to Quinn.
The Major raised his hands and pointed at the two military police officers who were trying to control twenty times their number. "That's all I have."
Turcotte spun about. Captain Billam was exiting the
40
bouncer with his team behind him. Master Sergeant Boltz, the team sergeant wounded in Moscow, was being hauled out on a stretcher. Che Lu was almost hidden among the hulking team members.
"Clear this hangar," Turcotte ordered Billam.
Seeing the hesitation in Billam's face, Turcotte pulled his 9mm pistol from its holster. That gained him a couple of feet of space as the closest reporters and cameramen pressed back away from him.
Turcotte fired twice into the air, aiming out of the hangar toward the desert. A moment of silence descended on the crowd, followed by the curses of the media representatives, threatening lawsuits. Turcotte lowered the pistol and aimed it at the closest reporter. "You have thirty seconds to get out of this hangar."
The reporter opened her mouth to say something, then noted the look in Turcotte's eyes and how steady his hand was. She turned and pushed her way out of the circle. The others followed. As soon as the last one was out of the hangar, the large doors slid shut.
"What the hell is going on?" Turcotte demanded of Quinn. "Where is security?"
The major hardly looked like a warrior. Slight of build, with thinning blond hair and large glasses perched on his nose, Quinn was what Turcotte called a screen watcher—someone who sat on their ass all day and looked at computer screens. But he had been helpful in the fight against the aliens and their followers and had been an ally in the transition from Majestic-12's secret rule at Area 51 to the present regime.
"That is our security." Quinn indicated the two Air Police.
Turcotte had first been assigned to Area 51 to be part of the elite security force that protected its secrets. The facility had been secured by top-of-the-line personnel
41
and equipment. Even after Majestic-12 was deposed, security had remained tight, guarding against actions by either group of Airlia minions. The goal was to prevent Area 51 from suffering the same fate as the Russian Section IV
base that had been destroyed at Novaya Zemlya.
"What's going on?" Turcotte asked.
"I had all my air police, except those two, and all my special security personnel from Landscape and Nightscape who passed the review panel, pulled on orders from the Pentagon this morning. I've been trying to get through to somebody—anybody—to get the orders rescinded, but there's a lot of confusion in Washington. I'm getting a major runaround. No one knows what's going on.
I've backended some requests and will have more people here soon, but in the meanwhile, we have to make do with what we have."
"I see the long arm of The Guides acting here," Yakov said. He shrugged
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