When the President stepped inside the second door he was taken aback by brightness and sheer size of the place. He looked in amazement at size of the room carved out inside a mountain. It was a huge hanger bay and it was divided into sections. Each bay had a large ten foot high number painted on it. The bays looked like they could hold one or even two 747 planes side by side. He estimated that it was a good thirty or forty feet to the top of the hanger.
“This is our Level-1 facility. This is where we bring any craft that are recovered to do an initial survey and inspection,” the general informed him.
“You’re talking about plane wrecks? Military accidents?”
“Not exactly. It would be easier if I just showed you.”
Devin led the president to the first bay with the large number one on it.
“I need to warn you Mr. President, that once you step inside this door, you will never be the same. I honestly cannot stress that enough,” he said, placing his hand on the door of the bay.
“General. Just what are we talking about here?”
“The future. Not the past or present, but our future as a nation,” the general said somberly.
“All right general. I guess I need to see this for myself,” the President said.
Devin pulled on the door and it clicked open. He did not offer to let the President go first but quickly stepped inside and then held the door for the President. When President Sampson stepped into the room he let out an immediate gasp. His eyes became wide and his face and jaw dropped.
“Is…Is this for real?” he stammered.
“Yes sir, as real as it gets,” the general said, a slight smile on his face.
“We have developed this kind of craft? You mean all the UFO reports were actually our own aircraft?
“Not exactly sir. This is the infamous Roswell craft that we have never admitted to,” the general replied.
The President looked at the general then at the craft, and back at the general. His mind was racing with all of the implications. There in front of him was a real flying saucer. It was several seconds before he could speak.
“But, I thought all of that was just a story. This is the real thing? An actual…flying saucer?” he said, having a hard time getting the words out.
“What you see is one of nine saucers that we have recovered. The largest one we have was recovered from Aztec, New Mexico.”
“Hold it. You’re telling me that we have had these spacecraft all this time?”
“Yes sir.”
“You’re pulling my leg, right?”
“No sir. What you see before you is the real thing. This one and the others have been recovered from crash sites. Most had bodies inside or near the wreckage. This one had 4 bodies when we found it.”
“Bodies? What kind of bodies?”
“Alien, sir. They are kept two levels down but you will have a chance to see them a little later on,” Devin said.
The President looked around, almost in a daze. He was expecting something unique but nothing like this. We are not alone in the universe kept running through his head. What would this do to the nation? How would people react? A thousand questions raced through mind.
“This thing can actually fly? It came here from some other planet?” he finally asked, astonished at the sheer magnitude of what he was seeing.
“Yes sir it did. We know precisely where it came from and we have been working on duplicating the method employed by these ships for space travel,” Devin said.
“This is…I don’t know…surreal. I can’t understand how all of this could have taken place.”
“Well sir, that is why I answer only to the CNC. Our government has had these in our possession since the late 1940s. That’s why Truman formed the MJ-12 Group. He was brought here and saw them for himself. President Eisenhower was brought here as well. He helped to set up the funding program we use today to keep the project going,” Devin told him.
“Has every President been here?”
“No sir. Not all of them. Some didn’t even want to know about what was going on here.”
“Do you realize what this means? What this means to the entire world?” the President asked.
“I do indeed. So did Truman, Eisenhower, Regan and Bush. They knew the American people were not ready for this. President Bush knew what this meant and realized the potential upheaval this could cause. That’s why we hide these projects and keep this from prying eyes,” Devin said.
“And what is the goal of the project?”
“Why sir, to find out how these things work. We know they fold time but learning how to control it has been an ongoing project. We just recently were able to obtain the material necessary for propulsion. We have had only minor success at testing it. Two of our pilots were actually able to get it a few feet off the ground but couldn’t control the craft. Not sufficiently anyway. We are getting closer but it is still some time away. Maybe a few years,” Devin said.
“My God. This is incredible. I don’t know what folding time means exactly, but I can sort of get the picture. And we actually have spacecraft from other planets, right here at this facility. Do you know what would happen if this got out?”
