Dulce Truths

“Many were saying that the invitation to the peace talks was nothing more than a gesture,” Mark says with a shrug, “and one the Reptilians-Gray alliance would never have attended anyways. Most figured that their insatiable appetite for conquest and empire-building would make whatever peace treaties they signed nothing more than promises waiting to be broken.”

“Which is what they’ve become.”

Mark nods. “And now the conflicts in Sirius between the Andro-Pleiadean-backed Ashtar forces and the Draco-Orion-backed Ashtar forces — which were infiltrated and commandeered by Draco-Orion agents — have now spread to the Sol system, as both stellar superpowers have focused on this most strategic system, intent on protecting their respective ’interests’ here from being subverted by the other side.”

“Not sure I could understand it all if I wanted to,” Ellis says with a chuckle, one that makes him realize how tired he is.

“You should get some rest, dad.” Mark can see how tired his father is. He’s 65, he thinks, at that age he should be down in Florida, sleeping late and enjoying the golf course as much as he can.

“I will,” Ellis replies, “but first, let me get at what I think might be a bigger problem for us… at least for the moment.”

“Oh?”

“I think we have some traitors in our midst.” Ellis narrows his eyes, but says nothing, waiting for his father to go on. Ellis does so. “I’m not sure who’s all involved, but I think it might go all the way up to MJ12. I think it might even involve elements of Delta Force, the Black Berets, Air Force Blue Berets, the Secret Service, FBI Division Five, CIA stormtroopers and Dulce Base security.”

“Damn,” Mark says after giving out a surprised whistle.

“A few years back several of our best scientists were captured by the Grays after they had discovered the ‘Grand Deception,’ as we called it. It involved the permanent abduction of thousands of humans to Dulce and other bases for God only knows what purposes.” He looks sternly at his son. “I don’t have to tell you that it’s a clear violation of all the existing treaties.”

“You sure it’s a conspiracy?”

“I don’t believe for one second that MJ12 was unaware of these abductees. What I think happened is that those above MJ12 — the Black Monk/Majic agency — was aware and had agreed to an exchange in human lives for advanced alien technology.”

“So someone in MJ12 is against us… but what about someone here at Blue Lake?”

Ellis nods. “You heard me mention Delta Force just now. Well, who heads them up?”

“On our team?” Mark asks. “Aaron Haney. Overall… well, wouldn’t that be…” his eyes widen when the realization hits him, “…General Anderholt?” Mark scoffs. “You don’t think he’s mixed up in all this, do you, dad?”

“I don’t know what to think anymore,” Ellis says. He shakes his head, sighs, and rolls his eyes. To Mark, he’s clearly blaming himself. “Look, I didn’t know about it until after we started the attack,”

“But how did you know?”

“Simple,” Ellis says, looking back at his son, “though I didn’t notice it at the time.” He shakes his head and looks down at the ground again before looking back up at Mark. “It was the tube trains! There’s no way that last train of women could have gone on its own unless someone on the outside made it so. That someone would have to be high-ranking, and with access to the area bases.”

“Oh, c’mon!” Mark says. “That could have been the Grays in another base.”

“Sending their captives to safety?” Ellis asks with a narrow-eyed look.

“Oh, Jeez! I mean… what are you saying?” Mark says, his face screwing up in concern. “Are you telling me that we’ve got a traitor in our midst?”

“That’s exactly what I’m telling you.”

It was Mark shaking his head and rolling his eyes and letting out a sigh this time. “Goddamn it!” he says, slamming one fist down into his open palm. “The Sirians warned me about something like this when I was there. They said, ‘trust no one, even those that you think are on your team.’” He shakes his head and scoffs before looking back at his father. “The way I took it at the time, they were telling me not to trust you, dad.” He shakes his head again. “I just couldn’t believe what they were saying, and it was a big reason I decided to leave and come back to Earth.” He sighs again. “Now I know it wasn’t you they were talking about, but this… this… someone that’s playing both sides.”

“Playing both sides is right,” Ellis says, “and I have no doubt that the debriefing we just did will somehow filter back to the Grays.” He shakes his head again, swears silently under his breath. “Everything we do, everything we say — the Grays will find out.”

“Until we find this traitor in our midst,” Mark says, and Ellis nods.

“And until then, we need…”