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briefing you’re about to receive. OK, Myron, let’s get rolling.”
    The screen in front immediately came to life, actually larger than life. An elderly man appeared, magnified at least two or three times, and began speaking with a slight foreign accent. “Hello and welcome to Nebula. My name is Yevgenie Seduro, and I am the chairman of the board of directors of the project. I will now give you a summary of the events that led to the formation of our organization and the technology that we are involved with.”
    Yevgenie Seduro? Harry recognized that name. He was one of the Russian entrepreneurs who amassed billions of dollars in a number of enterprises, some of them slightly suspicious, as Harry recalled. This further concerned him that they were involved with some sort of criminal activity.
    “You may recognize my name,” he continued. “I admit that some of my dealings were not exactly on what you would call the up-and-up, but I did make a lot of money, and I’ve directed a good part of it to this project. It won’t yield me any monetary gain, but as you’ll soon find out, the return on investment will be significant. But you need to get to the higher classification levels to appreciate that. For now, let’s look at how we got where we are and just what that means in terms of technological achievement.”
    The picture on the screen now changed from the old man’s face to a scene somewhere in a semi-desert region, with a lot of people and equipment circled around a very large piece of machinery that was obviously broken apart. There was a long scar on the ground, as if the broken machine had slid in from above and ended up where it now was.
    “You’ve no doubt heard of the UFO event at Roswell, New Mexico,” Yevgenie Seduro continued. “This is the scene several hours after the crash. The area was cordoned off, and all the people and vehicles that you see in the photo are from the US military, the Atomic Energy Commission, and several intelligence agencies.”
    Harry looked at George Giovanis, and saw the sly grin coming back at him. Giovanis interjected, “Keep watching and listening. It gets better.”
    Another picture was now on the screen, and Seduro was continuing his monologue. The picture was a close up of the UFO. It had broken into three large pieces upon impact, but not too much of the interior could be seen.
    “Only a few people were allowed to approach the wreckage. The Army established a protective perimeter to prevent any unauthorized personnel from approaching, and it was soon decided that the wreckage would be moved to a US Air Force facility in Nevada, near Las Vegas. This wasn’t the legendary Area 51 that the UFO enthusiasts always refer to, but it was in that general area.
    “The pieces of the UFO remained at that location for several months before the US government, at the highest levels, decided to relocate them to another site, further into the desert. They also decided that the entire event would be held very close, under the control of a new office that was created and reported directly to the Director of Central Intelligence. They knew that the craft was extraterrestrial and not some advanced Soviet aircraft because they found half a dozen dead bodies in the wreckage. Those were also moved to the new site with the wreckage and preserved in cold storage.”
    At this point, George Giovanis asked Myron to pause the recorded briefing. “So you see, Professor Ambrose, what you were told about extraterrestrial technology was not just fiction. We’ve had proof of this since the crash at Roswell in 1947, and there’s more, much more that we’ve learned since then. OK, Myron, continue the briefing.”
    Yevgenie Seduro’s face appeared on the screen again, and he continued. “At this point, the US formed a small, highly secret organization that was split away from the CIA and Air Force intelligence agencies and that took possession of the wreckage and dead aliens. The organization