A large ball of bluish-gold light appeared from the right side of the UFO, and moved slowly away from the craft, to a distance of about 10 feet from the stunned airmen. Within the ethereal ball were three entities; three non-human intelligences from some unknown realm. Aliens. The ball then split into three cylindrical creations, each containing one of the three beings, which were attired in silvery suits, had large heads, and displayed large, catlike eyes. They weren’t locals, then. According to Warren, some sort of communication — possibly telepathic — took place between the creatures and a high-ranking U.S Air Force officer, after which Warren and his colleagues were ordered to return to their trucks and await further orders. And that’s precisely, perhaps somewhat reluctantly, what they did. The encounter in the woods, for Warren at least, was over. But there was something even stranger waiting on the horizon for him, something destined to take the man not back into Rendlesham Forest, but under it.
It was maybe 6 p.m. on the following night when Warren, on-base but by then off-duty, received a telephone call. The mysterious voice on the line gave no indication of his identity, but ordered the bemused Warren to be in the dorm parking lot in 20 minutes, where he would see a dark blue sedan waiting for him. From his icy tone, the man might as well have added “Or else,” just for good measure. All the while wondering what was going on, Warren followed the orders like a good soldier, and sure enough: there was the car, waiting to take him to destinations unknown. He was motioned to the back door of the sedan by two silent men in dark suits — the dreaded Men in Black, perhaps — and got in the car. But something was wrong; something was very wrong. An eerie, green glow suddenly filled the vehicle, and a strange feeling overcame Warren. Somehow rendered into a semiconscious, befuddled state, and unable to speak clearly or move properly, Warren later speculated that perhaps he had been secretly drugged in some unfathomable fashion. Regardless of how such a situation was achieved, Warren was now as helpless as a terror-stricken deer caught in high-beam headlights.
The next thing Warren recalled, in his semi-sedated state, was being taken to another location, followed by what he described as a definite descent that affected the pressure in his ears. The inference was clear: rather than being taken back to base, Warren was now being transferred to somewhere deep beneath it. With his mind altered and his body unable to fight back, Warren’s involvement in whatever was about to happen next was pretty much assured. Through his stupor he saw rooms filled with high-tech equipment and computers, and was motioned towards a massive door. He walked through it on distinctly unsteady feet, and found himself in a darkened room, to the left of which was some sort of opening, access to which was prevented by a Plexiglas window.
“I stepped into the confined area and felt as if I was no longer on Earth,” Warren later recalled. “I found myself looking into a gigantic, dark, cavernous space. It reminded me of the interior of the Houston Astrodome in a strange way. Beads of humidity rolled down the other side of the seamless glass.”[6] Notably, Warren also recalled seeing a craft resting in a corner of the huge installation, looking very much like the one he had encountered in Rendlesham Forest the previous night. Lights he saw in the distance, Warren was informed by those carefully guiding his movements, represented a huge tunnel under the base that led out to the cold waters of the North Sea.
Warren was then directed to a large, translucent screen, through which he could see the shadowy silhouette of a small-sized, living entity, although it was impossible to make out any specific physical details. But there was something very strange and undeniably unearthly about the creature, or whatever it was: Warren began to sense words and imagery in his mind, all of which gave every indication that the being knew intimate, personal details of Warren’s life and character. The creature also informed Warren, again via some form of mind-to-mind contact, that it originated within a realm of existence that Warren would never be able to comprehend.
Notably, further data was imparted to Warren by the unknown entity in front of him to the effect that he was indeed in a secret facility far below the base, that the underground installation had existed since the 1940s, and was expanded upon in the 1960s, thus allowing the creature and the rest of its kind access to the facility via the huge tunnel system that reportedly had both entry and exit points approximately a mile off the coast of the town of Lowestoft, Suffolk. Warren was also advised that other such secret bases existed across the entire planet; their purpose, however, was never quite made clear.
“Larry: In your life, strive to remember,” were the final words that filled Warren’s head, before the entity vanished, and Warren succumbed to oblivion and the arms of Morpheus. When he finally, slowly regained his senses, Warren found himself back on the surface, wandering around the regular RAF Bentwaters base, in somewhat of a daze. To his shock and concern, it quickly became apparent to Warren that no less than two days had passed since his strange, underground experience began. Now, more than 30 years on, Warren still does not know what to make of the odd events that occurred deep below RAF Bentwaters; only that, in his own words, “I left part of my soul somewhere underground.”[7]
Rudloe Manor
There is one final secret installation in the United Kingdom worthy of study when for its reported UFO connections. As with the story of Larry Warren, it is a place filled with secrets, both above and below the ground. The rumors that have been bubbling quietly but continuously within certain factions of the British UFO research community since at least the late 1970s is that the relatively innocuous-looking base known as Royal Air Force Rudloe Manor, situated within the county of Wiltshire, sits atop a large, futuristic, underground installation, deep inside of which resides the holiest of all ufological prizes: alien bodies from a crashed UFO.
British authorities have long asserted that the stories are all nonsense; little more than modern-day folklore and mythology in the making. Determining the truth of this seemingly endless affair has proven to be just as problematic as the base is deep. One thing that can be said with certainty, however, is that the area of Wiltshire in which Rudloe Manor is situated is the source of a rock known as Bath Stone, which has been quarried extensively for many years — hence huge underground openings, caverns, and tunnels that certainly do exist deep beneath Rudloe Manor and throughout certain sections of the immediate, surrounding countryside.
Until 1998, the Royal Air Force’s elite Provost and Security Services (P&SS) had their headquarters at Rudloe, and their duties included the investigation of crime and disciplinary matters involving RAF personnel, the vetting of employees, and the issuing of identity cards, passes, and permits. Far more significant is the fact that investigators attached to the P&SS are also trained in counterintelligence (C/I).