“Not many mountainsides at White Sands,” Kelly said.
Jarvis smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Are you trying to test my credibility?”
“I paid you five hundred dollars,” Kelly said. “I get to ask the questions.” “Okay, you’re right,” Jarvis agreed. “There aren’t any mountainsides at White Sands. We were simply working on the theory on a small scale. Best we ever got up to was a one-to-thirty model. You can do that using a sand dune.”
“So they brought you up to Area 51,” Kelly prompted, making a notation in a small notebook.
“Yeah. It was weird. I reported to McCarren Field here in Vegas and they put us on this 737 and flew us out there. I had a Q clearance already from my previous work, so that was okay. But, boy, they had the tightest security I’ve ever seen. You couldn’t fart without someone looking over your shoulder. Those security people were scary, walking around in these black windbreakers, wearing shades and carrying submachine guns.”
“Did you stay out there at Area 51?”
“No. They shuttled us back and forth every day on the 737. The only people who live out there are the military people, as far as I could tell. All the scientific people and the worker bees — they were on that plane.”
“That plane flies every day?”
“Every workday. It’s an unmarked 737 with a red stripe down the side.” “Get back to Area 51,” Kelly said, flipping a page.
“What was it like?”
“Like I said, tight security. Everything out of sight. The saucers were inside a big hangar. They had three of them partially disassembled. Those are the ones I got to work on.
“They were about thirty feet in diameter. Silver metal for skin. Flat bottom. About ten feet in from the edges on top the saucer becomes hemispherical to a flat semicircle top, about five to eight feet around.”
Jarvis finished his drink and ordered another before continuing. “The bitch of working on the engines was that there really weren’t any. That really threw the military guys for a loop. You know how a jet fighter is designed: basically a large engine with a small place for the pilot to sit. Well, the disks were mostly empty on the inside. There were these sort of man-sized depressions in the center. I guess where the crew sat.
“Anyway. Getting back to the engines that weren’t. I told you my theory: magnetic propulsion working off a field of energy that is already there. Most conventional engines take up a lot of space because they have to produce energy. The disk engines simply had to redirect energy. There were coils around the edge of the disk, built into the edge and the floor.” Jarvis smiled. “That also explains why they are saucer or disk shaped. The coils are circular and need to be in order to be able to redirect the energy in any direction.”
Kelly found herself falling under Jarvis’s spell. His words made sense, which was her second surprise of the day. She had to remind herself what she had learned on her last phone call earlier today before heading to the airport. “The setup of the coils was relatively simple. The problem was that we couldn’t replicate; hell, we couldn’t even describe the metal that made up the coils. It actually wasn’t a metal. It was more of a…” Jarvis paused. “Suffice it to say it was different and the best minds we had there couldn’t figure it out.”
“Why did they terminate your contract?” Kelly asked.
“Like I just said, we couldn’t figure it out so there was no need to keep us around. I assume they brought other people in.”
“What do you know about a man named Mike Franklin?”
“The nut who lives up in Rachel?”
“He’s dead,” Kelly said, watching Jarvis carefully.
“Took them long enough” was his only reply as he took another drink. “Took who long enough?” Kelly asked.
“The government.” Jarvis leaned forward. “From what I heard Franklin was a jerk. He led people up there on White Sides Mountain to look down at the Groom Lake complex. They would catch him and tell him not to come back but he kept coming back. What did he expect?”
“You don’t seem very interested in how he died,” Kelly said. “You just seem to assume it was the government that killed him.”
“Maybe he had a heart attack.” Jarvis shrugged. “I don’t really give a shit.” “Aren’t you worried about the government coming after you? You seem to be more of a threat than Franklin was.”
“That’s why I’m talking to you,” Jarvis replied. “That’s why I went on that talk show last year. That’s why I keep myself in the public eye.”
“I thought it was the five hundred dollars,” Kelly replied dryly.
“Yeah, the money helps. But I really do it to keep the spooks off my ass. The government won’t kill me because it would raise too many questions and actually make my story more valid. But they have blackballed me. I can’t get a research job anywhere, so I make my living as best I can.”
“I thought it might simply be because you never graduated from MIT,” Kelly said. Jarvis carefully put his drink down. “Our hour is almost up.”
Kelly looked at her watch. “Not even close. You did work at White Sands, but the records show it was on the basic construction of a new research facility, not in the facility itself. In fact, there is no record of you receiving a degree any higher than a BS from the State University of New York at Albany in 1978.”
“If you have any more questions you’d better ask them before your time is up,” Jarvis said.
“Did you talk to a man named Johnny Simmons?”
“I don’t recognize the name.”
Kelly described Johnny, but Jarvis maintained ignorance.
She decided to go back on the attack.
“I checked with Lori Turner, who interviewed you last year for cable TV. She says most of your background doesn’t check out. That makes me doubt your story. That means either you’re a liar or a plant to feed false information. In either case it tells me your story about Area 51 is bullshit.”
Jarvis stood. “Time’s up. Been a pleasure.” He turned and walked out of the bar. “Great,” Kelly muttered to herself. She needed a way into Area 51 and Jarvis obviously was not the way. She’d just pissed away five hundred dollars and gotten nowhere.
Her hope had been that Johnny had contacted Jarvis.
She looked down at the notes she had made during the interview. What would her dad do in this situation? He’d always said the best way to overcome an obstacle was to approach it in a manner that was least expected. He’d also said that in the case of getting into a place that was guarded, approach it not at the weakest place, but at the strongest because that was the least-expected avenue.
What was the strongest thing about Area 51, from what Jarvis and the research said? “Security,” Kelly muttered to herself, still looking at her notes. They had to have people employed to do their security. Driving out to the Groom Lake area would certainly bring her into contact with the security people, but Johnny had done that and he was gone.
She circled 737 on her pad. That was it. Tomorrow morning she would go out to the airfield and see if anyone got off the plane. If they did, she’d follow them and see what she could turn up. And if tomorrow morning didn’t work, then there was always tomorrow evening.
CHAPTER 8
“We’re green,” Prague announced to the men gathered around him in the dark. “Our eye in the sky says the objective is clear. I want all three birds airborne in two mikes. Move out.” Prague headed toward one of the small AH-6 helicopters and gestured at Turcotte. “You’re with me, meat. Backseat.”