He was scanning the panorama from the land-locked lighthouse opposite it. Then lining up both lighthouses on the transit, writing the coordinates down. But the quiet of the lighthouse was assaulted by the swift pounding of footsteps going up the stairs. Beth was in the car..
Looking outside he could see three dark, late model vehicles below in the parking lot. There had
only been one before. Theirs. They had been granted single access for our visit. No one other than the retired lighthouse keeper had the key. And locked the doors upon entry.
Beth was glad he was an accomplished rock climber. Swinging his backpack around, he grabbed hooks and rope and was ready for the descent. Just in case. He was more than Spiderman.
The suits appeared and moved to encircle him. Out the window he flew with his ice pick in hand and oval wire carabiner.
Beth was waiting on the ground, convertible top down. She was glad to be driving a Dartz Jo-Mojo, glad the company let her test drive it. In seconds, Thoreau was on the ground, tucked into the
front seat as the convertible top was going up fast.
The license plate disappeared, the color changed. They were no where to be found. Thoreau's video camera, tucked in the back of his backpack with smaller ones on his person captured everything.
They were back to their underground lab in the bunker to download everything. They would soon know
who was behind this. They did identify one of the original markers that aliens left behind…a man in black was noticed making measurements, trying to locate it.
But Thoreau found it weeks before. Under the marking was a tiny capsule. Inside was a flash drive with what were apparently leaked government documents.
"A recent earthquake near Washington, D.C. was the result of an underground nuclear explosion. There was interception of CIA/MOSSAD nukes in deep underground tunnels on Aug. 23, 2011. Watch for the Ring of Fire. Trust no one."
And there was more...
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