Nibiru : Return of the Ancestors

Chapter 17 - New Mexico, Dulce Base

After the upheaval in Ireland, we managed to get rid of the army earlier than the three scientists. Asamnek assured me that they also managed to make use of the possibilities in the newly generated storm, and just like us, Chatrin and the others gained time to escape. The army soldiers tried to hold down each other on the ground, and several military trucks crashed than in the previous four years in total. The soldiers led by the Admiral did everything to seek us and our helpers, but thanks to Asamnek's ability they did not manage. After we disappeared, they were searching for our troop for hours. They closed down every road leading out of town, but by that time, Chatrin and the others had also reached the border of the settlement. While we stirred up the lives of Antarctica's real rulers, and almost had ourselves killed, George, Chatrin, and Bomonsky, with the help of a good friend, flew to New Mexico in a small private jet. They moved all along outside built-up areas, and they never raised very high so they could avoid being detected by radars.

Flying over from Ireland to Mexico is not a cakewalk, especially in a small private jet. As they were not able to cross the whole Atlantic Ocean, George made some corrections in the plan. They headed for St John's Airport, Canada, where with some help they were able to land. Fake passports, wigs, and accessories were taken for them, which was managed by Bomonsky. New Mexico was almost at the other end of the country; in addition, they were sure that airports were being monitored.

They had to make a rapid decision, so they agreed to the first worthwhile suggestion in unison.

'OK, we'll get on the earliest flight to Los Alamos where we'll rent a car,' George summed up the plan. 'It's risky, but we can't fly further. All the other airports would make a whole-day handicap, and we don't have so much time.'

'They may recognise us,' Chatrin said while she was inserting small coins in the machine for the third coffee at the departure lounge. 'By now our photos are hanging in the border police office. I'm surprised why we didn't appear on the evening news with some kind of lie.'

Hardly had Chatrin told about her fear, when breaking news started on the TV screen, which was in the departure lounge of the small airport. The news announcer read out the news items, which had been edited a few minutes before, skilfully. She was telling the fake news with a motionless face; she probably thought it was true.

'We've just received the news that the famous astrobiologist of NASA, Chatrin Soytek, was kidnapped yesterday by two men.' She began reading the fake news from the monitor five metres away. She continued, 'The two men, as we learnt, are employed by Pentagon. According to the spokesperson of the American Army, they are dangerous. They have guns, which, if they have the possibility, they are going to use. Therefore, we ask you, if you recognise any of the three persons, call the nearest police station immediately at the telephone number below. Thank you.' She finished the news, then the TV switched back to the original programme.

'Hurray!' George said not very quietly. 'I've become a kidnapper. My job is over, and there's not much chance for me ever to come close to NASA or Pentagon.' He puffed to himself, while he drank his coffee taken from the machine, walking up and down nervously.

'If this comforts you, I know you haven't kidnapped me.' Chatrin smiled at him trying to calm George down but without success. 'We guessed it would happen that way, so nobody was surprised. But we hadn't thought to appear on the cover page so soon.'

'Now we'd better concentrate on getting on the plane, and when we land in New Mexico, Los Alamos, no one should watch us, or even if they watch, they shouldn't think we're suspicious.'