Lost in Magadan: Extraterrestrials on Earth

In this room are the most powerful leaders around the world. In this room, we have kings and presidents. In this room, we have the titans of industry, computer science, banking and insurance. In this room, we have the underground entrepreneurs, hackers, leaders of drug cartels and the like. We may fight with each other in the public eye. We may be conservatives or liberals in front of the cameras, but we are all here, today, with one goal in mind. We must preserve our way of life. The commoners cannot do it; they lack the resources and knowledge to make it happen.

The reason we are here today is to discuss how and when we will bring about the New World Order. Over the next few days we will break up into small planning groups. Hopefully by the end of the conference we will have a workable timetable.”

Nox stepped back from the podium and microphone. Not one of the elite billionaires said a word, silence. A few of the well-dressed men were nodding in approval, others sat there stone faced. Then one stood to his feet and started clapping, then another and another. Within seconds there was a standing ovation. Nox had nailed it.

Nox walked off stage into an entourage of Russian Generals, all frantically talking at once.

“General, I’m sorry, I mean Marshal Bellator, we have a huge problem,” one of the Generals said.

“All of you, stop talking, General Ivanov, what is going on?” Nox pointed his finger at Ivanov.

General Ivanov said, “The reports indicate that there have been six large explosions in Far East Russia, the north-east section of the Magadan Oblast, to be precise, near the arctic circle. The explosions seem to be in the two to twenty kiloton range. They could be nuclear detonations.”

“Why are we not sure what they are?”

“We were tracking an object coming from low earth orbit. It started to lose altitude and crashed into the Earth. We don’t know what it is, but it slowed down before it crashed,” the General explained.

“If it slowed down, it can’t be an asteroid or space junk. It must be a vessel of some kind. Do we have any idea how large it was?”

“No. We were tracking its decent. Several smaller objects seemed to break off, or fly off, we can’t tell for sure. But at the time of impact, there were six large explosions in the district, not just one. Best we can tell, at this point, there were six different explosions. Each struck with the force of a small nuclear bomb,” the General said.

“How does one ship create six impact craters? Do we know what caused the six impacts?” Nox asked.

“No. There was nothing on our radar to indicate what caused the other five impacts. But, because they are so close to each other and happened at the same time, we don’t know which one was the object we were tracking,” reported the General.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Dam Neck Naval Base

Virginia Beach, VA

Last July

Mike Evans peered out of the window of the C-40A Clipper troop transport as it landed at Dam Neck Naval Base in Virginia Beach, Virginia. The C-40A Clipper is the Navy’s version of the Boeing 737-700. Even though he appeared to be in his mid-thirties, Mike had been working at Hill Air Force Base in Utah for over 50 years. He had come to Virginia Beach for some long-deserved rest and relaxation. He traveled to Virginia Beach on the C-40 troop transport, but soon a driver and security detail would be pulling up to the tarmac to whisk him to an ocean front hotel.

For over 50 years he had been helping the humans build faster, stronger, and more fuel-efficient aircraft. His real name could not be pronounced by the human tongue, but a close approximation would be: Sicarius. The human leadership had insisted that he and his fellow Vitahicians use regular names to draw less attention to themselves. He was originally from a planet in the Cygnus constellation, over 620 light years away. He had been on Earth for decades and had no hope of ever returning home.