She didn't know it then, but she needed a respite. A long one. Time to let things sit a while. There were other things to be done. Like pay some attention to the conspiracy facts. Not conspiracy theories. Conspiracy facts. But she would. And did. Come back.
She's been knee high in theories for years. So many folks wanted the theories tested under the existing scientific testing mechanisms. Quantification. Reliability. Validity. None of those could muster to what was really going on.
Beth knew she had to trust her sources. There were not a whole lot of people she trusted. She did trust Trent.
Trent knew about UFOs. He had seen several himself. An investigative reporter for the Boston Globe, he wasn't one to put his job in jeopardy. He was also in line for promotion to editor. Promotions paid the bills and Trent had things he wanted to do.
Trent had just returned from a trip to the Amazon. He'd been studying shamans and the various cures they had for cancers, hypertension and cardiovascular heart disease. After all, earning a masters degree from the University of Hawaii in botany meant he was destined to study plants.
But something was bugging him. No pun intended. He wanted to know more. Sure, so many medicinal agents were out there and most of the information was suppressed by government with their ties to industry. Suppressed like so much important information is. We only know what they want us to do. But sometimes, some of it leaks out. Some blow the whistle. And some just happen upon things.
Such is the case with Trent. He was enjoying a weekend respite at his home on the cape, taking photos of the evening sky on one particular night. A massive structure moved quickly across the night sky. Descending at rapid speed, the structure, he concluded was a UFO. It stopped in front of him, hovering some fifty feet off the ground. Trent was mesmerized. Tilting his camera he was able to film it. The UFO hovered for ten minutes and zoomed off heading for the sky. Straight up. He knew he had to do something about it.
The following morning, he met with his team at the Globe. He told them what he saw. Even had photos. He was wrestling with what to do. Tell the story or suppress it like others before had done.
"You gotta do it, man," said his most trusted colleague.
Trent was the rising star there. The entire newsroom backed him on this story. The entire room wanted it told. The following day the story made the news stands.
"Globe Reporter Sees UFO"
The phone rang off the hook. News teams from across the world descended on his office. Everyone wanted an exclusive interview. He settled on the BBC because he liked their integrity.
Later that night, he biked to his apartment in the city. Waiting outside were a couple of burly men in black suits. He spotted them long before he got home. His neighbors called him alerting him to their presence. Then as he rounded the corner to his apartment he saw them.
Trent immediately turned his bike around ducking into a friend's van. It was large enough to hold his bike. Knight Rider would have been proud. His friend whisked him away and the two of them decided to complete the week at his cabin in the cape. At least, until things settled down a bit. The cabin belonged old friend who left it to him in his will months before. Trent knew he would be both safe and able to decide the next step. His friend was also a former special ops fellow.
Trent decided it would be better to come back into the city to hold an interview with the BBC than to meet them at the cape. Trent was careful to borrow a cell phone to set up the call about where to meet. Doing that would ensure no one would follow him or know about the interview beforehand. Meeting at a private area, Trent's friend Arman, came along.
To be continued...
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