Dulce Truths

“Simple — greed and power,” Bennewitz replies. “The Reptilians control the planet through the secret society called the Illuminati, who in turn control the banks, the media and the pharmaceutical companies. Those corrupt systems have been in place for decades, and in some cases centuries.”

“But there’s more to it than that,” Mark says. “Those that are the most loyal will be ‘rewarded’ with Reptilian blood of their own.” He shrugs. “It’s powerful stuff. Reptilians learned to shape shift a long time ago, and that can be passed on to the hybrid Reptilian/human combinations. However, this can only be done if the hybrids have 45 % Reptilian blood or more.” He scoffs. “And trust me — there are a lot of half-Reptilian, half-humans running around.”

“We call them ‘blue bloods’ as they have a lot of copper in their blood, or a what can be considered a large percentage of Reptilian blood,” Bennewitz says. “Many, many leaders throughout history have had it. Take the Emperor of Japan, Hirohito. He got his Reptilian blood from the Imoto clan, and going back to the 16th century. Maybe he’s even a shape shifter.”

“We know Queen Elizabeth is one,” Mark says.

“Oh, now you’ve got to be joking,” Turn says.

“Wish I was,” Mark says, shrugging. “The bottom line is that it’s easier to influence humanity directly this way, with hybrids in charge of nations. Remember, Reptilians are in the minority on this planet, always have been, and by a very wide margin.”

“Yeah, just 2,000, right?” Turn says, and Mark nods.

“Hardly any, but with their chimera-robot-like Grays doing most of the work for them they get the job done, and have been getting it done for thousands of years.”

“They control us, Turn,” Bennewitz cuts in, “always have and always will… unless we do something about it.”

“And now’s the time to do it,” Mark says, pounding a fist into the palm of his hand.” He then looks to Turn. “It’s also time to tell you who you really are, Turn, and where you really come from… or as I should say, when you really come from.”

26 — A Friend Indeed

Blue Lake

Friday, May 25, 1979

3:38 PM

Five minutes after leaving Charlie to race down the hallway, Bobbie comes rushing into the east hangar, Colonel Roger Donlon in tow. Waiting there for them are Charlie and Heather. Charlie glances down at his watch before looking up at Bobbie.

“What happened to five minutes, eh?”

Bobbie shrugs. “You try racin’ all the way to the west hangar and back in that time.”

“Well, you’re here now,” Charlie says, “so let’s get down to it.”

“Bobbie filled me in on the way over,” Donlon says. He’s a crew-cut military man, brass on the chest and a no-nonsense look on his face. He directs that look at Charlie. “I have to admit, I was having doubts already. I’m glad I’m not the only one.”

Charlie was just about to speak up when a ‘fwapping’ sound suddenly starts up in the hallway. It’s faint, but growing in volume.

“Someone’s coming!” Heather says.

“But who can know?” Bobbie says.

The four find out a moment later when the ‘fwapping’ sound ends and the door flies open. Standing there is Stu.

“Stu, what the hell are you doin’ here!” Charlie nearly shouts.

“I’ve got to get to Montana,” Stu says.

Heather narrows her eyes to that. “What’s going on?”

“The Trifecta — it’s started.”

“Already?” she says, and Stu nods. “You’ll never believe who told me all about it.”

“Oh, I have some ideas,” Heather replies.

“Um… can someone tell me what the hell’s goin’ on here?” Donlon says after a moment.

“Yeah, we’re having a meeting about what the hell we’re supposed to be doing… and now we’ve got Stu here mucking it all up.”

“Sorry,” Stu says, holding up his hands defensively.

Charlie just shakes his head and looks back to Donlon. “Anyways, you said you were having doubts? And what doubts might those be?”

“’Bout Anderholt, mostly.” As Donlon says the words he thinks back to the night before, and their raid on Dulce. “A call came in from General Anderholt on the satellite radio, but not until the train of women captives had nearly filled up.” He shrugs, looking down at the floor. “I remember thinking that it was almost like the general had a camera and was watching us.” He looks back up at Charlie. “I shook the thought off at the time as another train began to come in, but it’s been nagging at me ever since.”

“Something’s always bothered me about that ol’ dinosaur Anderholt,” Charlie says, shaking his head and looking off for a moment before turning his attention back to the others. “You know he was the first to discover Dulce, right? Or at least the first military men to get the Indians to lead him to it.”

“I didn’t know that,” Donlon says. “I knew he was one of the first that was involved, but… well, what about the Indian legends?”

Charlie shrugs. “Beats me.”

“Guys, I think we’re getting a little ahead of ourselves,” Heather says. “Remember, Mark is gone… and Carl is dead. Things like that don’t just happen, not on a military base like this one. So… are you thinking what I’m thinking?”