“We can shield ourselves against them, however 95 % of the human race never tries to control their thoughts, and controlling our own thoughts is the best weapon,” Stan pressed on. “The average person rarely thinks in a clear pattern. That allows the brain to think in a chaotic way. Control your thoughts, and the chances that the Grays can control you — or worse, abduct you — goes way down. Controlling my own thoughts has kept me alive for years.”
“You make it sound like bullets won’t kill ‘em,” Turn said.
“Oh, they will,” Stan said, “it’s just that they’ll probably kill a good many of you before you have a chance to make those bullets do any harm.”
“That’s why these weird mind tricks we’re talking about are so important,” Ellis said. “I’ve seen whole teams get wiped out because they didn’t try things as simple as that.”
“Are their minds really that powerful, sir?” Fred asked, his voice skipping a bit. It was clear he didn’t like asking about such.
Stan nodded. “The Grays are primarily situated as 4th density beings, although there are a small number that are 3rd and 6th density. To 3rd density humans they appear cold, cruel and heartless. Nothing could be further from the truth… to a point. They are, in fact, extremely curious about all aspects of existence, highly analytical and devoid of sentimentality. They can experience emotional manifestations radiated from the terrestrial 3rd density human, and use this ability generally as a mood-elevator. The Grays manipulate humans in order to create situations of conflict or extreme pain and emotion to acquire these sensations. They are, in effect, sensation junkies. The Grays have the ability to pick out our emotions, thoughts and experiences. For them, this is the closest they can come to experiencing feeling. Of course to those beings who have some form of ethical conduct — namely, us humans — the Grays appear psychotic and degrading. They are masters of mind-control and mental implantation technique. Their physical attributes reflect their psychotic souls — we could easily consider them to have anti-social attributes as well as tendencies toward megalomania and schizophrenia. They have been described by some as being absolutely mad. To make matters worse, they’re performing other actions with terrestrial humans that are quite perverse. The Grays are playing a game with us that depends heavily on maintaining a situation where humans view themselves as limited, fatalistic beings with no control over their own destiny. They continually manipulate humans… that is, they’re always playing the domination/control game.”
Stan paused there and the men shifted nervously in their seats, like you’d do after something unpleasant or embarrassing had been said. It was clear to all they were up against something the likes of which they’d never seen before, and something that could end them all utterly, and at will.
“What’s the security look like?” Carl asked of Ellis, trying to ease the tension that’d suddenly built up in the room.
In response to Carl’s question, Ellis nodded at Captain Walter Leathers, who stepped forward.
“There’s so much security at Dulce that’d be nearly impossible to cover it all,” he said, “and I know this from when I worked down there.”
“You were down there?” Billy asked, his mouth slightly open.
Walter nodded. “Was stationed there from ’73 to ’75 — they pulled me out just a month before the base fell, just dumb luck is all.”
“And that dumb luck worked out in our favor,” Ellis butted-in. “Walter here was being trained to take over base security before he was sent to inspect the security system of another base. If he hadn’t been, there’d be no one alive today that would know what we need to know.
The men nodded at the Dutchman’s words, and looked at Walter with some newfound respect.
“The main weapon that the Grays and their Reptilian allies will have besides the flash guns will be a form of sonic.”
“Sonic?” Charlie said, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.
“It’s built in with each light fixture and most of the cameras, a device that could render a man unconscious in seconds with nothing more than a silent tone. At Dulce there are also still and VCR cameras, eye print, hand print stations, weight monitors, lasers, ELF and EM equipment, heat sensors and motion detectors and quite a few other methods… all using this sonic feature that can kill you at any moment, and with just the push of a button.”
“And it’s controlled from their main control station, I’ll bet,” Bobbie said, “so where’s that? We’ll get in, disable it, boom — problem solved!”
“There’s so many types of sensors, radar, infrared, heat sensors, microwave, EMGW, and satellite that I just don’t think you’d make it too far,” Walter said with a frown, for he wanted what Bobbie had said to work, wanted it desperately, but not so desperately that he’d throw away good men like they were blades of grass in the wind. “Most of the sensors are powered by magnetic power, but the only thing you’ll notice on the surface will be an occasional satellite dish.”
“What Walter says is true,” Ellis said, picking up the tale, “There’s no way you could get very far into the base, and even if you somehow made it to the second level, you’d be spotted within fifteen feet, your head caved-in like a melon if you weren’t just knocked unconscious, only to wake up in some hell called reprogramming that you didn’t even know had taken place.”
“More than likely you’d just become an inmate and never see the light of the surface world again,” Stu added, much to the chagrin of the men present. “If you were ’lucky’ you’d be re-programmed and become one of the countless spies for the Ruling Caste. At least then you’d get some scraps from the table.”
“And if I’m unlucky?” Tommy asked, that smirk of his front and center.
Ellis looked over at Walter, who only shrugged before turning back to Tommy.
“Chattel, cattle, maybe some reproductive slave… who knows? Many they use genetic testing on, taking away any kind of humanity as we’d call it, for how do you call some cross between a man and an animal — or two or three — a man anymore?”
“That stuff’s down there?” Robbie said, his face twisted up like he was about to be sick at a restaurant and was hurriedly looking for the door.
“I don’t know what’s down there,” Ellis said, “I haven’t been there in years — I can’t imagine.”
There were a lot of deep breaths around the room as men took stock of the situation, and how bad it really was, for their chance of survival, at least.
“So let’s say we do make it in,” Fred said, looking at Walter, “what then?”
“If we can make it past that first port of entry, then we’re really in the clear, as far as what we have to go through.”
Walter nodded. “Security is tight at first, but then once we get past it and to the elevators or vehicle ramps, we may well have the run of the place.”
“Where’s that security command post, the one that could unleash that sonic to kill us with a flash?”
“In the deepest levels, Level 7,” Walter said.
“Well then how the hell do we get to that?” Charlie laughed.
“We take the underground train system.”
9 — Tube Trains
Whooo wheee!
“Told you so,” Walter said with a sideways grin and an equally-sideways look at Charlie, who was now shaking his head after the long, drawn-out whistle of disbelief.
“God damn, the whole planet?” Fred blurted out.