Maybe Not: Part 3

"My scarf...it's missing," shouted Beth.

                              5-4-3-2

"You see, it isn't just any scarf.  It has a recording device inside, camera, too."

"Let's wait and see what happens to it.  Maybe we will end up recording them," Arman chuckled.

Beth, Trent and Arman returned to their safe house immediately.  It was something out of the film, Conspiracy Theory.  An escape hatch on the roof and through a side wall with a door that was hidden.  They had managed to wire the entire building which was never occupied except for some storefront offices where no one worked. 

It was funded by Citizens For Truth (CFT), a group of non-artisan people all over the United States.  There were some high profile members who worked in key places that provided non-stop 'intelligence' about what was really going on.

Arman scanned the building to ensure no one entered or left.  When everything was secure, he called Trent and Beth; each entered through a separate entrance.  Trent immediately opened his Mac and viewed the surveillance system.  He brought up the the Burberry scarf Beth forget in the booth where they were sitting in the pub.  It had an extremely tine camera tucked inside.  Trent used his forensic speech analyst training to identify voices.

Beth and Arman gathered around the computer.  A deep voice appeared just as the video played. 

"We have cells everywhere, these nitwits believe everything our corporate government media dishes out to them.  They have no clue about the music we play, either.  They don't know it is designed to make them irritable, obedient, paranoid and scared," he said in a monotone.

"These dang UFOs are closing in.  We don't have much time.  Before long, everyone will know why they are here so we have to disrupt things wherever we can. They know what we are doing and they don't like it. They blame all the pollution, cancer and other diseases on us. We don't have much time before we are exposed."

"Anyway, trash the scarf unless any of your wives want it," he said.

Trent worked at breakneck speed to match the voice with the profiles they had on hand. There was simply no time to waste.

"Man, listen to the voice.  It can't be.  Oh no, all the way to the White House and beyond. They are all in this together," said Arman.

"Well, I am getting this video to a buddy at a news station.  He will slip it in when no one is looking.  He is ready to bolt at any time.  We have space for him here."

That evening it happened.

"5-4-3-2-1."

                             "This just in."


"A Boston Globe reporter videotaped a UFO.  This is the best documented UFO case ever recorded, the broadcaster said."

"But this isn't the half of it," he continued.

 No one needed to be told who the voice was for what was to follow:

"We have cells everywhere, these nitwits believe everything our corporate government media dishes them.  They have no clue about the music we play, either.  They don't know it is designed to make them irritable, paranoid and scared."

The television faded to black.  Just then, the news station tech walked through the door of our safehouse.

"We did it."