“Who are the two men you say are connected with this project?”
“Not connected with it,
“Alright. Who are the two men that were connected with the facility?”
“That I would rather not say until I have had a chance to talk to someone in person,” George said.
“And you think it is important enough to have a face to face meeting?”
“I damn sure do,” George said.
“You would be willing to be interviewed?”
“If you mean having a conversation about what I know, that’s one thing. If you’re talking about an interrogation, that’s quite another,” Snapp said.
“Mr. Snapp. Could you hold on a second? I want to get my supervisor involved in this conversation,” the man said.
“I guess so. I’m on a pay phone, how long will you be?”
“Just a little while. I will ring him and give him a briefing of our conversation. He can decide how we proceed.”
“O.K. but please make it quick.”
“I will do my best,” he said.
One minute went by and then another. He was just about to hang up when the man came back on the line.
“Mr. Snapp?”
“Still here,” George said.
“I have talked to my superior. He is interested in what you have to say about this government project.”
“I’ll be damned. I figured no one would really want to touch this,”
“Well, apparently we are interested in hearing further what you have to say about this project.”
“Great. How do I make the necessary arrangements?”
“That has been arranged. If you will look directly behind you, two men are standing by a black Lincoln. They will bring you to us. Do not attempt to run or they will use whatever force necessary to bring you in. Do you understand?”
George turned and looked at the two men. “I see them. So I should just hang up and do as they say?”
“It would be better if you did,” the man replied.
“I won’t be hurt?”
“Not unless you try to run.”
“Am I under arrest for something?”
“No sir, you are not. It would just be best for you to go along and we can get to the bottom of this.”
“All right, but I sure don’t like the tone of this. I’m trying to do the right thing here,” he said, resigned to the fact that he had little choice.
He hung up the phone and walked toward the two men. For a brief second he thought about trying to escape then decided that it would be futile to try outrunning them. Neither man said a word, one opened the door and the other went around to the driver’s side and slid behind the wheel.
A partition separated him from the two men and when he got in, the doors locked. They drove for almost an hour before pulling into a parking garage. The two men got out and opened his door.
They led him to an elevator and pushed the down button. It seemed to take a long time so he figured he was at least two or three stories below the parking garage.
When the door opened, two armed men stood there along with a very tall woman in a black business suit.
“Mr. Snapp, this way please,” she said and started down a long hall.
They came to a door that said interview room three. She opened the door for him and he was shown into a room that wasn’t much bigger than ten by ten in his estimate. It was the typical light gray that the government seems to be fixated on. A heavy steel table and two chairs were all the furniture in the room.
“Someone will be with you in just a few minutes,” she said as she closed the door.
He immediately noticed the video cameras and the one way glass on the far wall. A little perspiration broke out on his forehead. As he pulled out one of the chairs it made a loud scraping noise the echoed off the walls. He sat down and looked at the one-way glass. He amused himself by trying to guess how many were watching him. It was a full five minutes before someone came in.
“Mr. Snapp. I’m Luther Miles. I have been assigned to this interview,” he said, taking the other chair without offering to shake hands. “We are a little concerned about your phone call. When things concern us, well, we decide further investigation is needed.”
“That’s good. And you are concerned about what I said?” George asked.
“Yes, after all it is quite an accusation and frankly something doesn’t smell just right. Why don’t you start at the beginning and tell us what this is all about,” Luther said.
“It’s a long story,” Snapp said.
“I’ll make the time. You just start,” he said.
“All right, but you are really talking to the wrong man. I’m not the scientist who understands all of this. I was just the one they passed the information to. All I am doing is relaying the information because it could endanger our national security,” Snapp said.
“That is noted, now if you will begin.”
He went back to his first meeting with Dr. Robert, who was actually Dr. Lake. As he told the story, even he had a hard time believing what he was saying. Aliens and spacecraft. A general suspected of making a weapon that no one knew about. By the time he got finished he was sure they would put him in a funny farm.
