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Apr 5th, 2012 at 12:40am
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Need to Know

A UFO Story
Written by Matthew R. White
© April 4, 2012

Based on the Characters and series created by Gerry Anderson



Historian’s Note: This story opens in December of 1984, but most of the events depicted here take place in 1977, prior to SHADO becoming fully operational.


December 15, 1984:

Whoever said that this is easier the second time around, had no idea what they were talking about, thought Ed Straker, as he stood at the altar with his best friend, and best man, Alec Freeman. The bride’s entourage had been delayed by a traffic accident and Ed had just learned that they would be arriving in about twenty minutes. In the mean time, he was fighting a case of bridegroom jitters.

“Maybe she decided that this wasn’t such a good idea, Alec,” said Ed, making light of it. “We both know how difficult I can be.”

“Not a chance in hell, Ed,” replied Alec. “She’s just as stubborn as you are. Hell, she’s probably giving that truck driver, who blocked the road, a piece of her mind right now.”

Ed could picture Virginia Lake, in full bridal regalia, dressing down the person responsible for the accident.

“I wouldn't want to be the one responsible for making her late,” Alec added.

“You mean we deserve each other.”

Freeman went serious for a moment, “You really do, Ed. You’re good for each other. I haven’t seen you this blissful in a very long time, and I’ve never seen Ginny this happy.”

“You know, Alec, I was taken by her the very first day we met, but I never imagined that we would end up together. At the time, I didn’t know if we were going to even like each other.”

Alec chuckled, remembering the first time he had laid eyes on Virginia Lake. He had been turned down by women before, but he never had his ego so bruised in the process.

“You could have warned me about her, Ed. I still have the burn marks from the day we met.”

“You should hear her tell the story. From what I’ve been told, it was a big morale boost to the female staff while she was assigned to Moonbase.”

“I’ll bet,” said a slightly taken back Freeman. He pointed down the aisle. “Here comes Paul.”

Foster, who was acting as a groomsman, joined the pair at the altar.

“They just pulled up, Ed.”

“Thanks, Paul.”

The three men took their places and waited for the ceremony to begin. The trio wore full military dress, with Ed’s uniform sporting the insignia of his recent promotion to Major General.

“The stars look good on you, Ed,” said Alec.

Straker nodded, but he found his thoughts drifting back to a spring day several years ago…
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April 18, 1977:

“What do you mean, it’s not going to be ready?” said an irritated Ed Straker, to the contractor on the end of the phone line. “The Aeroceptor has been waiting on the tarmac for six months. Skydiver is scheduled to go into service this summer and now you are telling me it’s not going to be ready? Get those technicians moving and fix your problems! I expect the diver section to be ready for sea trials by the end of May! That’s all.”

Straker slammed down the receiver and looked up at his two best friends.

“Always said that you have a way with people, Ed,” said Craig Collins, who never took anything seriously. He was one of the very few people that could get Straker to crack a smile these days.

“Now don’t you start,” said Ed, who was in no mood to be cheered up. “At the rate they are moving, Moonbase will be operational before Skydiver gets underway.”

“This is all new technology,” interjected Alec, in a voice of reason. “There are bound to be problems with some of it. Things could be worse, Ed. We could be having problems with the construction of Moonbase. I don’t need to tell you what a logistical nightmare that could be.”

“I suppose you’re right, Alec,” Ed said, squeezing the bridge of his nose. “I was hoping to get some early return on our investment. Until the Utronic equipment is delivered, Sky One is our best chance of downing a UFO. Once SID is operational we should be able to compile enough data for an atmospheric intercept. It would be nice to have Skydiver in place when SID comes online.”

Straker turned to Collins, “When are you leaving for Houston?”

“Tonight, I was going to wait until tomorrow, but the new SST isn’t ready yet. I ended up booking a commercial flight, a 747 from Heathrow to Houston Intercontinental,” said Collins. “What about you?”

Straker shook his head, “I won’t be there until next week. I have to fly out to LAX tomorrow to meet with some people from Westbrook Electronics. It seems that the chief designer is dissatisfied with the information they have been given to work with and asked to speak to the person in charge. As you are both aware, the knowledge of the alien threat is on a need to know basis, and the committee decided that they didn’t need to know.”

“Sounds like fun,” said Collins. “Better you than me. Well, I need to get moving. I’ll see you next week, Ed.”

“Take care, Craig,” said Alec. “And try to stay out of trouble.”
After Craig had left, Alec turned back to his friend.

“I spoke with Captain Carlin yesterday, Ed. He’s going to catch a plane east and see if he can help get things moving at Electric Boat. Are you still planning to visit Skydiver next week?”

“I don’t think I’m going to have time. This meeting with the design team at Westbrook has thrown a wrench into things. I should be going to Houston with Craig. We launch next month to put SID into operation.”

“Why don’t you let me handle the situation with Skydiver?” asked Alec. “Pete Carlin has a few ideas on how to fix the docking latch and get them back on schedule.”

“That leaves HQ somewhat bare, don’t you think?”

“Major Graham can handle things here until I get back, and Miss Ealand is more than capable of handling anything that might spring up topside.”

Straker nodded in approval. His executive secretary, who was a former intelligence agent, also possessed a master’s degree in business administration. She was a perfect fit for the position and Straker had given her carte blanche when it came to running the studio in his absence.

Although everyone called her Miss, Janice Ealand had been recently widowed and she had two small children. Her husband, Mark, a pilot in the RAF, was killed when his plane crashed under very mysterious circumstances.

“Whatever I pay her, Alec, it isn’t nearly enough,” said Straker. “We were damned lucky to find her.”

“Shame about her husband,” said Freeman. At the mention of family, he saw a wave of sadness pass over his friend’s face.

“I heard about Mary, and about what she did. I’m sorry, Ed.”

“Forgot about it, Alec,” said Straker, trying to push it aside. “We both knew it would only be a matter of time before she would find someone else.”

“And no one would begrudge her that,” Alec added. “But asking the court to limit your visitation? There is no excuse for that. You should fight it, Ed.”

Straker let his friend vent as he felt exactly the same way. But once again, the needs of SHADO would trump the well being of his family and his personal life.

“Yes, I could fight it, but that would entail answering questions that we both know I can’t answer.”

Freeman deflated, walking over to the servitor. He poured himself a tumbler of whiskey.

“I suppose you are right. It’s just a damn shame,” he said, after taking a long pull on his drink. “Can I get you one?”

Ed shook his head, “You never give up, do you?”

“One of these days you’ll surprise me.”

Freeman finished his drink and turned for the door, “Goodnight, Ed,” he said as he walked out into the control room.

Straker glanced at the clock. It was already after eight meaning it was dark outside and Ed hadn’t seen the evening sun in over three months. Getting SHADO up and running had been a long and difficult struggle, and it wasn’t over yet. But he was beginning to see the light at the end of the tunnel. Providing that I can keep these contractors focused on the task.
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In the control room of the LINAC, located at the Stanford Linear Accelerator Lab in Menlo Park, California, Doctor Virginia Lake watched the event countdown timer tic its way to zero.

“Twenty seconds to event, mark,” she said to her assistant, over the headset.

“Utronic beam, engaged,” the disembodied voice of her assistant said from almost halfway around the world. “Standing by.”

Her assistant, Phil Wade was where she wanted to be at this moment, monitoring the third in a series of tests, proving that the Utronic beam project could work. The first test had achieved the predicted readings and the second test confirmed those results. With one more successful test, they could move on to the next phase.

In 1974, a team at the SLAC, working in conjunction with a team from BLN (Brookhaven National Laboratory) confirmed the existence of the charm quark by the discovery of the J/ψ meson. After reading the results, Doctor Lake had theorized that by increasing the power to the accelerator and repeating the experiment, neutrinos moving at super luminal velocities would be produced. These particles, because of their nature, had no mass, and would pass through anything.

In order to detect and measure their speed and direction, the FTL radar, known as the Utronic Beam, had to be located a considerable distance from the neutrino source. Westbrook Electronics had purchased a small facility on the outskirts of the Australian city of Melbourne, some years ago and it was almost perfect for the test.

Lake had spent the last six months at Stanford, supervising the retrofits that needed to be done to the LINAC for this experiment. It was a bold venture that was funded by the United States Air Force. The success of the project, her position with the company, and her reputation as a scientist were at risk. There was no room for error.

Virginia could sense her pulse racing as the timer counted down. I haven’t felt this way since Brad asked me to…

She forced her mind away from those thoughts. After all this time, it still hurt to think about it.

When the timer reached zero the pent up energy of the linear accelerator was released and the electrons were driven down the two mile path at a velocity approaching the speed of light. They impacted the target at the end of the tunnel and produced an unseen shower of neutrinos moving at different super luminal velocities and quickly spreading out in all directions. In less than a second, the particles had passed beyond the orbit of the moon, on their endless journey into the heavens.

Lake waited as patiently as she could for her assistant to report.

“Well,” she asked, unable to reign in her enthusiasm. “Did we get it?”

“Right down the centerline, Ginny! You did it!” exclaimed Wade. In the background, she could hear the cheering of her team at the Melbourne facility.

“No, Phil, we did it!” she corrected. “Send my heartfelt congratulations to the rest of the team, Phil, as well as my thanks.”

Virginia removed her headset and turned to the group of scientists and engineers in the control room. Many of them she had known from her tenure as a student at the university, some of them her instructors, and others, her fellow students.

“We got our data, it works!” she said, to her fellows.

Another cheer went up, this one every bit as enthusiastic as the one she heard on the headset. Inside, she felt a surge of pride for her alma mater.

As she made her way to the exit, she was met by a white haired gentleman whose beard and mustache matched his hair.

“Congratulations, my dear Virginia,” he said. His rich baritone voice had only a trace of a German accent.

Doctor Virginia Lake embraced her former teacher, mentor and good friend, Professor Manfred Reinhardt.

“Professor, it’s good to see you again! How are you and how is Gretchen?”

“She’s well, and so am I. Had we known that you were going to be here we would have postponed our trip to the old country, I…”

“Nonsense, Professor” interrupted Ginny. “The two of you needed a vacation together. I’m glad for both of you. Besides, I’ve been so busy with this project and I’m on a plane back to LA at least twice a week. In fact, I may have to leave tonight. I’m supposed to be meeting with a client tomorrow and…”

Doctor Virginia Lake, call on three five. Doctor Virginia Lake, call on three five.”

“Excuse me a moment, Professor.”

Virginia walked over to the telephone and punched in the code to pick up the call.

“Doctor Lake,” she said into the receiver.

“Virginia, Kurt Mahler. How did today’s test go?”

Lake knew his interest was purely from a business standpoint and had nothing to do with scientific merit, a fact that had been a point of contention between them on more than one occasion. That, and the fact he had been reluctant to place her in charge of the project, because of the good ol’ boy attitude that prevailed in the company.

The project had sat in limbo for six months while the first designer tried to reinvent the wheel, with little regard to the time constraints. It had taken Virginia, once she had taken over, two years to get the project back on track and she still knew she was going to miss the deadline by three months.

To Kurt Mahler’s credit, he had pushed hard to arrange a meeting with the man in charge of this project, and Ginny had to concede that this counted for something.

“It went well, Kurt. The Utronic beam works. By all rights, the team at SLAC deserves another Nobel Prize, but we know that isn’t going to happen.”

“No, especially if you want our guest to consider your proposal.”

“He has agreed to come?”

“Colonel Straker is flying into LAX tonight, so I’m going to need you back here for a meeting in the morning.”

“I see,” said Virginia. “Well then, I had better get moving. Thank you, Kurt.”

“You’re welcome, and congratulations, Virginia.”

Ginny hung up the phone and shrugged. I wonder why he is being so nice.

“Why don’t you and Gretchen come to LA for the week? I’m going to be busy during the day but we can all have dinner tomorrow evening.”

“Well I don’t want to impose, and it’s a bit late to get tickets…”

“I’m flying back in the company jet so you can come with me. I have to return next Monday to finish up a few things so you have a flight back,” she added. “I won’t take no for an answer.”

“In that case, how can we refuse? I’ll call home and tell Gretchen to pack.”

Virginia took her leave of him and rushed to her office to grab her briefcase and purse. She looked forward to spending some time with a couple she considered adopted parents.
  

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The number of military contractors directly involved in the manufacture and deployment of SHADO hardware was over one hundred and twenty, at last count. To Ed Straker’s surprise, only one of them had to be told the full story. It would be hard to design and build a space interceptor without guessing its need, he thought.

While several military aerospace firms were tapped to assemble subsystems, the prime contractor for both the sub launched Aeroceptor and the Space Interceptors, was the super secret firm of Lockheed Skunk Works. The need to know group was held to less than fifty people, including the test pilots. Many of these people were already slated to become members of SHADO once the designs were tested and delivered.

As he walked into the lobby of Westbrook Electronics, Straker was met by the company’s President and owner, Kurt Mahler.

“Colonel Straker, I presume,” said Mahler, as he extended his hand.

Ed shook hands with the man, whose grip surprised him in its strength.

“My pleasure, Mr. Mahler,” replied Straker.

On the way to his office, Mahler gave his guest the expected discourse about the company history, its role in the advancement of micro-circuitry, and his vision for the company’s future. When they reached the privacy of his office, Mahler played his trump card.

“I have some good news for you, Colonel Straker. The initial tests of the Utronic Beam were a success.”

“That is good news, though it was unexpected. I was under the impression that your design team needed additional information to complete the process. That is why I’m here.”

“I will be honest with you, Colonel. I know very little about the inner workings of the project. Some years ago, I had to leave the laboratory behind to concentrate on the more mundane, but necessary aspects of running a business. That is why I hire smart people. The design team that Doctor Lake has put together is second to none in the field of applied physics.”

Mahler motioned to chair and reached to his desk.

“Vicky, would you have Doctor Lake join us please?”

“Right away, Mr. Mahler,” replied his secretary, over the intercom.

“How do you take your coffee, Colonel?” he asked, pointing to the table in front of them.

“Light and sweet, please.”

While Mahler played host, he continued. “Truthfully, I don’t know why Doctor Lake needs more information. You’ll have to ask…”

Mahler was interrupted by a knock on the door. Ed turned and he found himself speechless as he gazed at the woman who entered the room. He was on his feet before he knew it.

On the studio grounds, Straker had become accustomed to seeing beautiful women, and he had developed an impassive attitude towards feminine beauty, but he could see that the woman in front of him was no ordinary lady. Her ash blonde hair was cut to shoulder length and loosely curled at the ends, but her blue grey eyes had an intensity that Ed had seldom seen, carrying an air of assurance that sharply contrasted her youthful appearance.

As he met her eyes with his, he felt as if she could see to the depth of his soul.

“Ah, Virginia, come on in,” said Mahler. “Colonel Ed Straker, may I present Doctor Virginia Lake, our chief designer.

“Nice to meet you, Colonel Straker,” she said, her voice pulling him out of his reverie while still sending a tingle up his spine. Her Brit accent, coupled with the sensual tone of her voice, only added to his internal perplexity.

“My pleasure, Doctor Lake,” Ed said, extending his hand.

As she took his hand, she held his gaze. For a brief moment, Straker thought he had seen a flash of recognition in her expression, but it was gone before he could be sure.

“Mr. Mahler tells me that your team has made some progress.”

“Yes, we have,” she said, sitting down at the table. “The Utronic Beam was able to detect neutrinos moving at high relativistic speeds to as much as twice the speed of light. The results have been verified by three separate repetitions of the initial experiment.”

“It sounds very promising,” said Straker.

“It’s a good start, Colonel. The next step is to fine tune the sensors and emitters, as well as writing the code for the user interface, which is why I asked Kurt to arrange this meeting.”

Virginia paused and took a sip of her coffee.

“Let’s be frank with each other,” she continued. “The system that you have asked us to build can only be described as a faster than light radar system. But you and I both know than the only particles that can exceed superluminal velocities are those with no mass. Somehow, Colonel Straker, I don’t think the Air Force is interested in tracking neutrinos.”

Lake was not afraid to speak her mind and Ed found himself admiring her determination. He knew exactly where she was going, and why. But bringing another group of contractors to the truth would require the approval of Henderson and the commission.

“Why don’t you show the Colonel what you have accomplished so far, Virginia?” suggested Mahler.

Lake looked like she was going to protest, but acquiesced.

“Of course, Kurt,” she said. “If you would come with me, Colonel Straker?”
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Straker found himself in awe, as his guide explained the operation of the Utronic Beam. As she covered the principles of operation, Ed began to realize just how brilliant this woman was. Yet with all her intelligence, her explanation was worded in such a way that even a layman could grasp the basics of the beam’s operation and she had managed to convey the information without sounding condescending.

“Based on your explanation, Doctor Lake, I would have to assume that the Utronic Beam uses a tachyon particle stream as its working medium,” Ed commented, as they entered her office.

Lake turned to him, obviously surprised. It was clear to him that she had underestimated his scientific prowess.

“You have a much better understanding of particle physics than I was led to believe,” she said, a trace of irony present in her voice. “I’d ask you what it is you do for the Air Force, but I suspect I’ll get the standard answer that it’s classified.”

She’s definitely not afraid to speak her mind, thought Straker. He had to fight to suppress a grin.

“Forgive me, Doctor Lake, I had no intention of misleading you,” said Ed. “While I can’t talk about my current responsibilities, my knowledge of particle physics was from an earlier career path. Once upon a time, I was in line for the Apollo program.”

“I see,” said Lake, her face brightening. “What happened, if you don’t mind my asking?”

“It came down to simple mathematics. There were only so many positions available. Had I been a few years older…well, things might have been different.” Ed neglected to mention Vietnam and the aftermath of being a prisoner of war. Few people who had not lived through the conflict would understand.

“I understand,” said Lake. “It’s not an easy pill to swallow when you aren’t allowed to follow your dreams.” She paused for a moment, seemingly lost in thought. “Colonel Straker, the success of this project means a great deal to me, on a personal as well as a professional level. In order to write the code for the user interface, as well as the detection algorithms, I need to know the approximate size of the entity, its range of speed, its expected distance. Without that kind of information, I can’t guarantee that the system will detect whatever it is supposed to.”

Straker had hoped that the technicians at SHADO would be able to fine tune the tracking system once it was installed. But after seeing the design architecture, he knew a specialized team of software engineers would be needed to maintain it. The Utronic Beam was a software designed system and the computer code was at the very core of the inner workings.

“I’m beginning to see your point, Doctor Lake,” said Ed. “But before I can render any decisions, I need to confer with my superiors.”

Virginia nodded, seemingly satisfied with his answer, but Ed knew that she would not give up easily.

“How long will it take to get the hardware for the satellite ready for shipment to the Cape?” he asked.

“The XI module for your satellite is ready now. But without the software, it is nothing more than a brick. The code that was loaded into the test unit is a fraction of the complexity of the final version.”

“Ah, but that is the beauty of being able to download new firmware,” said Ed. “Any improvements or modifications can be sent remotely, without the need of another space mission. Tell me, Doctor Lake, would being able to experiment with a live system help you with the development of the firmware?”

“Of course,” she said.

Straker opened his briefcase and pulled out a diagram showing the Earth and its moon. In the same orbit, following sixty degrees behind was the L5 libration point. A pictorial of the SHADO satellite was shown in the insert.

“This is where the satellite is parked,” began Ed. “In every two body orbital system, there are two additional stable positions in the path of the second body.”

“Yes,” said Virginia. “The Lagrange points. I’m familiar with the concept.”

Straker nodded and pointed to the L5 point. “This is where SID is parked,” he said. “This position will give you an unobstructed view of the SLAC facility for several hours a day.”

“Sid?”

“Our nickname for the bird,” Ed said, dodging the question. “I can arrange for you and your team to have access to the Utronic sections of the satellite, including uploading to the XI module. Will that be useful?”

Virginia studied the diagram for a few moments. She finally looked up. “It will certainly help. But I still need the other information in order to finish the project.”

“Let’s go talk to Mr. Mahler about getting that module shipped to the Cape,” said Ed.
  

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Later that evening, Virginia found herself pondering over the mysterious air force colonel she had met that day. At dinner with the Reinhardts, she had to force herself to stay focused on the conversation as images of the dashingly handsome Ed Straker danced through her head.

After the three of them returned to Lake’s apartment, Professor Reinhardt retired early, as was often his habit. While Gretchen waited in the living room, Ginny brewed a pot of tea for both of them.

“Is that mint I smell?” asked Mrs. Reinhardt.

“Of course,” replied Virginia, as she set the tea service on the table. “I always have mint tea before bed. It’s a habit I picked up from a dear friend.”

Gretchen smiled at the compliment. It had been a chilly October night when Virginia Stevens nee Lake, had wound up on her friend’s doorstep, having just witnessed her husband’s infidelity.

“So, Virginia, what is his name?” asked her friend.

Ginny knew that she had been preoccupied at dinner, but she had no idea that Gretchen had picked up on the reason.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Don’t give me that. I haven’t seen a light in your eye like that in…well, it has been some time.”

Virginia knew that Gretchen Reinhardt knew her as well as her own mother. Bluffing her way out of this one was a non-starter. Reluctantly, she told her friend about Colonel Straker.

“Well, alright. You know that the firm I work for is a military subcontractor,” said Virginia, pausing. “Today, I met the person in charge of the current project I’m working on, and I have to tell you, he has to be the most gorgeous man I have ever met in my life.”

“Gorgeous?” asked Gretchen. “That is an interesting adjective to describe a man.”

“I know, but it’s the only one that seems to fit. His eyes…they are such a beautiful shade of blue…you can just lose yourself in them…just like diving into the deepest part of the ocean.”

“Virginia, I know you well enough to know that a person’s appearance doesn’t get you this excited. There is something else, isn’t there?”

Ginny nodded, “Yes. It’s the strangest feeling I’ve ever had, but when our eyes met, I felt as if he knew everything about me. He seemed, familiar, somehow.”

“Are you sure that you have never met him?” asked Gretchen.

“Positive. I’m quite sure I would have remembered meeting him. It’s just so unsettling to think that a person you have never met can see into the very depths of your soul.”

“Is he married?”

“I didn’t see a ring,” said Virginia. “But that doesn’t mean he is single. Besides, most Air Force officers that make it to Colonel are married. My father didn’t make Lt. Colonel until he married my mother.”

“You could ask,” suggested Gretchen.

“Somehow, I get the feeling that this man is just as tightlipped about his personal life as he is about military secrets. So let’s forget about playing matchmaker, okay?”

“You can’t stay in mourning forever. How long has it been, Virginia? Three years?”

“Next month would have been our four year anniversary. It still seems like only yesterday.”

“Don’t you think it’s time to move on, dear? You shouldn’t spend the rest of your life alone.”

“I know, Gretchen, I do get lonely at times, but I don’t know if I can trust anyone enough to ever make that kind of commitment. What Brad did to me really hurt and I don’t want to go through it again.”

“Virginia, if I’ve learned anything, I’ve learned that life is not a dress rehearsal. One day we wake up and find that life has passed us by. I don’t want to see that happen to you.”

Gretchen stood and turned to the bedroom.

“I should let you get some sleep, unlike Manfred and I, you have to work tomorrow.”

“Goodnight, Gretchen.”

When she was alone, Virginia considered everything that her dear friend had said to her.

Ginny had come to the United States when she was only sixteen to attend Stanford University. As a person with much better than average intelligence, she excelled at her studies and finished her bachelor’s degree in just over two and a half years. She spent the next three and a half years cramming the courses needed to obtain her doctorate. At twenty two, she became the youngest post grad student in the history of the university.

Being young to start with, coupled with the fact that she was, physically, a late bloomer, had limited her social and romantic interactions. That all changed in the summer of her third year. Although she was still carrying a heavy course load, she had caught up with the classes she needed for her master’s degree. This allowed her more time to socialize, but the greatest change was her transformation from a clumsy awkward teenager to a beautiful curvaceous young woman. Ginny found all the male attention, which she was now getting, somewhat uncomfortable and she declined many invitations from guys who had not given her a second look prior.

This change was not lost on a young man who had befriended Virginia the year before. Marc Egan, now a senior, asked her out, and to his surprise, she agreed. Because of their close friendship, Ginny felt comfortable with him and it wasn’t before the couple became inseparable.

A week after their first date, the starting quarterback of the school football team, went out with an injury and Marc was chosen to be his replacement. Under his leadership, the team did well that year and Ginny found being the girlfriend of the quarterback put her in some social circles that she wasn’t used to and she soon learned that popularity wasn’t all it was cut out for.

Much to her delight, Marc seemed unaffected by this and she soon found herself falling for him. But fate was soon to intervene.

Marc and Virginia had been invited to a party in late January of 1966 but Ginny was involved in a project which made use of the linear accelerator and the time she had been assigned coincided with the party. Not wanting her boyfriend to miss the event, she encouraged him to attend without her. On the way back from the party, the car that Marc was riding in was broadsided by a semi. The truck driver had fallen asleep at the wheel and all of the occupants in the car were killed instantly.

It was at the funeral where Virginia had met Gretchen Reinhardt for the first time. The support that Ginny received from the Reinhardts helped her cope with her grief and forged a friendship that had lasted over ten years.

Virginia knew that had Marc lived, they would have married and had children as they had talked about it. And I never would have married Brad, she thought.

Ginny looked up at the clock and noticed it was after midnight. She removed her robe and climbed into the rollaway bed, dimming the lights as she pulled the sheets over her.
  

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The next morning, Straker passed along Dr. Lake’s request to Henderson and the commission. He had surprised himself by his own recommendation. Dr. Lake had made a convincing argument for her position and Straker had been forced to agree.

There was another concern to be addressed. SHADO was going to need a specialist to fine tune the system when it was installed, and Virginia Lake was the obvious choice. While he was on the phone to HQ, Straker ordered Lake’s dossier to be sent to him. To say that her accomplishments were impressive would be an understatement. Ed noted that her father had been an American, a B-17 pilot assigned to the Eighth Air Force during World War Two. Sadly, he was killed in action while flying one of the last raids of the war. I wonder if my father knew him, thought Ed. He would ask, but Straker had been alienated from his father for many years. His cover as a film studio executive only added fuel to the fire.

As a student of military history, the raid on the German city of Dresden had always confused him. Besides the transportation hub and communications centers, the city had very little military value. Those targets that did exist could have been dealt with by a surgical strike. Leveling the city had been a waste of munitions, and a waste of lives. But for some unknown reason, the Allied High Command had chosen to completely destroy the city and that decision remained controversial to this day.
Straker found it ironic that both of their fathers were flying the same mission, on the same day. Maybe that is the connection I felt with her, he thought. Had they met eight years ago, Ed would have pursued the chance that something was there. But those thoughts were tempered by one very important consideration; he was still in love with his ex-wife.

The startup of SHADO had more than monetary consequences. Ed knew that at least two other marriages had ended in divorce and another was on the rocks, due to the needs of the organization. “…oh break the bloody rule for once!” Mary had said to him one night after he had come home very late. But the IAC and SHADO security had laid out, very specifically, what the spouses of its operatives could be told. Mary knew that Ed was still active military, even though he dressed in civvies for work. She knew the new film studio was going to be a front for a Top Secret military project. But that was all she could be told, by IAC decree. Ed knew that this was for her own protection, but he also knew a better balance needed to be struck or finding willing young recruits would become problematic.

Ed’s own marriage had ended with a legal separation in 1973, soon after his son had been born. The couple had tried twice to reconcile, the first time when Johnny had almost died at three months old from an adverse reaction to an antibiotic. They tried again a year later but both times, Ed found himself pulled away from his family when they needed him most. By the end of 1974, Mary had succumbed to her mother’s wishes and filed for divorce.

It wasn’t long before Mary started seeing someone, an old family friend named Steven Rutland. For the first few years, Straker never saw him, as his ex-wife managed to keep her new romance separate from her family concerns. But, quite recently, that had changed. When Ed would pick his son up for his weekly visit, Rutland would often be there. The two men exchanged nothing more than a nod, if that, but Ed could sense a trace of animosity in the way that he watched when Mary and Ed would discuss things concerning their son.

Two months ago, Mary informed him that she was going to marry Steven. “Johnny needs a father figure, Ed, and you’re not around enough to fill that gap,” she had told him. Straker wanted to object, but the cold hard truth was, she was right. Many times, over the past few years, Straker had been forced to reschedule or cancel visits altogether due to the never ending needs of SHADO. In the end all he could do was wish her well. Ed’s visitation with John had been set for once a week, and alternating weekends, so he was shocked when Mary asked him to limit his visits to one weekend a month. Reluctantly he had to concede, although he was sure that she had succumbed to pressure from Rutland. The court notice, sent by Mary’s attorney, had been no surprise to him.

Ed forced his thoughts away from Mary as he prepared to visit a few unsuspecting contractors while he waited for an answer from the IAC. He knew that the commission would take up the West brook question in their next meeting scheduled for the end of the week. At least I can make some good use of the time by ruffling a few feathers in Silicon Valley, he thought.
  

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Several days later, Straker received a call from General Henderson informing him that the commission was taking his recommendation under advisement.

“I expect that the question will be debated at the next meeting,” said Henderson.

“That’s good news, General.”

“Don’t get your hopes up too soon, Colonel Straker. Informing Doctor Lake’s design team of the situation means bringing more personnel onto the payroll. We are already twenty three percent over budget in that category. We’ve had to cut expenditures by postponing two of the planned submarines. Bringing Lake on board will force their cancelation, as well as nixing any chance of getting that second satellite you’ve been hounding me for.”

“General, you know how important it is to have redundancy in our tracking network, and recruiting the people who designed it only makes sense,” countered Straker. “There must be some way to swing this without cutting more programs.”

“I’m sorry, Colonel. This is the way it has to be. So I need your decision now.”

Once again, Straker was forced to concede military hardware in exchange for the personnel to staff the organization.

“Don’t feel too bad, Colonel, the commission may make this all a moot point,” said Henderson just before he hung up the phone.

Straker felt resentment for his old mentor. The past several years had greatly strained their relationship and although he knew this wasn’t true, Ed was beginning to feel like he was being set up to fail. These feelings were a far cry from the respect and admiration he once held for the aging general and Ed didn’t like the thoughts it left him with. He picked the phone back up and dialed the number for Westbrook Electronics.


Across the Atlantic, the aged military man leaned back in his chair and gazed out the window. A man with an Eastern European accent began to speak.

“That was difficult for you, wasn’t it?”

“He seems to think I enjoy holding the purse strings so tight,” replied Henderson. “The person he wants to bring into the fold, well, I’ve known her since she was a child. But you probably already knew that.”

“Indeed,” replied the man, “along with the biographies of all those in key positions. It’s what you pay me to do.”

Henderson dismissed the statement with a wave.

“I imagine if fate hadn’t intervened, I might be having the same argument with her father. He was one of my closest friends.”

“Lt. Colonel Lake’s death was, tragic, of course. Would he have been your first choice to command SHADO?”

“My first choice would have been me,” replied Henderson. “Bob would have been my deputy. The original plan had called for fifteen years of R and D before we would be ready, not the thirty it took. Even if I hadn’t been injured in the attack, the writing was already on the wall, no, we were both to old.”

Henderson turned back to the window, a wistful expression on his face.

“Jackson, I want you to do a background on Phil Wade and Kurt Mahler. Associates, co-workers, friends, family, everyone they have routine contact with.”

“And Virginia Lake?” queried Jackson.

Henderson handed a folder to the man standing on front of his desk. Jackson quickly skimmed through its contents. He looked up to see the Generals gaze, obviously waiting for his reaction.

“Does she already know?” asked Jackson.

“I’ve known Lynn for a good many years. She wouldn’t have risked her daughter’s life by telling her. I think it is safe to assume she knows nothing of this.”

“You are aware, of course, that this secret is going to eventually reach the other member governments.”

“With any luck,” said the General. “I’ll have long since retired and that will be someone else’s problem.”


When Ed arrived at Virginia’s office the next day, he was surprised to see her toying with a model aircraft. He was sure that it wasn’t there the last time he had visited. Gently he tapped on the open door to announce his presence.

“Colonel Straker, please come in,” she said, standing to greet him. She must have seen his interest in the replica and added, “It’s a model of the bomber my father flew during the war.”

“May I?”

“Of course,” she said, handing it to him.

Straker studied the replica with great interest. The model had been constructed with much care and detail. The paintwork was exquisite with every nuance carefully reproduced. The nose art was markedly different than was the norm for the time. A pair of blue eyes with long lashes appeared under the words Lady Lynn. On the tail, the markings of the 379th Bombardment Group were proudly displayed.

“Very nicely done,” said Straker. “Where did you find it?”

“A gift from my mother,” she replied. “I’ve always wanted one, but I could never find a model of the newer G series.”

“I’m not surprised. The G model didn’t reach production until mid 1943.” Changing the subject, Ed asked, “Is the module ready for shipment?”

“It’s being loaded aboard the company aircraft as we speak. I’ll be leaving for the airport within the hour. I will be supervising the installation myself.”

Before Ed could object, she added, “Colonel, I know you have you people at Houston to do the final checkout, but there are adjustments that need to be made after the XI module is installed. It’s a very delicate procedure and I’d feel more comfortable if I do this myself.”

“Do you always get your way, Doctor Lake?”

“Well, that remains to be seen, but, yes, mostly.”

Virginia Lake had a decidedly barbed sense of humor which Ed found amusing. It suits her, he thought. I wonder how Alec would fare in a battle of wits with her.

Conceding her point, he replied, “I guess it would be foolish not to take advantage of your expertise. When do you plan to perform the procedure?”

Virginia picked up a notebook from her desk.

“According to the schedule, this component is considered a hot item. It’s slated to be installed as soon as it arrives. I suspect I’ll be working ‘til midnight to finish. ”

“I see,” said Ed, thoughtfully. “I had hoped to observe the procedure, since I’m going to be one of the two astronauts responsible for commissioning the bird. But I’m afraid my flight doesn’t leave until tomorrow.”

“You are certainly welcome to accompany me,” said Virginia. “It’s a long flight and I wouldn’t mind the company. That is, if you don’t mind having a lady pilot.”

“You fly?”

“I soloed at sixteen, and since Westbrook owns several aircraft, a fleet of four, Lear 31’s and a pair of Piper twins, I’ve had a chance to rack up my flight hours.”

Virginia jotted a note on her pad and handed it to him. “LAX, terminal A1-1,” she said. “Westbrook’s hanger is on the southeast corner of the field, closest to runway 25 left.”

“Thank you,” said Ed. “I guess I’d better get moving. I still need to pack.”

“I’ve scheduled a departure time of 11:30.”

“More than enough time, see you then.”


After he left, Virginia considered her offer to ferry the mysterious Air Force Colonel to Houston. She was almost certain that he could have pulled rank and secured a military flight if he so chose. Maybe he enjoyed her company as well. From her conversations with Straker, she had learned that he held a masters degree in astrophysics, so they certainly had much in common. Truth be told, Virginia missed the casual conversation one had when they were getting to know a potential mate. She asked herself, potential mate? Do I really feel that way about him? Gretchen’s words had obviously had an effect on her as she had spent so much time avoiding social entanglements.

Quickly, she forced those thoughts from her mind and looked at the weather report. A storm system was making its way over the southern Rockies and she altered her flight plan to stay north of the worst of it. This should only add an hour to our arrival time, she thought as she finished. She faxed the document to the airport and gathered her belongings. The courier had been kind enough to take her bags to the airport along with the XI module.

As she walked to her car, Virginia remembered a bit of advice her mother had given her some years ago. “Just relax and enjoy each other’s company,” her mother had said. “It’s not like you’re going to marry him.”  This advice had served her well back then and she decided it would do just as well, now. She climbed into her waiting vehicle and started towards the airport.
  

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Sol 3, a remarkable habitat for a rather unremarkable species, thought the senior member of the procurement team. As he piloted the spacecraft on its hyperbolic path to keep it hidden behind the sun’s glare, the commander of the mission considered the history of the life forms that inhabited, or more accurately, dominated the planet. Six thousand years of warfare, including two global conflicts, had done little to squelch their inherent propensity of self destruction. They have so little consideration for each other, why should show any for them? This question was posed by his superiors before each and every mission as a means of justification for what they had to do to survive. It had nothing to do with compassion as such emotions had long since been purged from their psychological makeup. The inhabitants of Sol 3 were a resource, a resource they needed to survive. It was that simple.

When they had first discovered this system, sixty years ago, the approach and landing on this alien world was relatively simple. The procurement missions had kept a low profile and even though some of them had been seen while conducting their operations, the purpose for the visits was still a mystery to the planet’s inhabitants.

This changed as the second global conflict drew to a close. Technology began to advance at a logarithmic rate as the two major powers engaged in a dangerous game of brinkmanship. Both sides had now developed surface to air missiles capable of destroying even an advanced craft. In addition, advancements had been made in radio detection and ranging and sophisticated tracking networks had become a reality. As a result, the approach to Sol 3 had become considerably more difficult as the spaceflight profile required maintaining superluminal velocities until just before atmospheric interface.

The procurement missions had been supported by an intelligence network since before the second global conflict. One of the indigenous governments had even collaborated to obtain advanced technology. The wisdom of this action had been debated by the leadership, but it was decided that the benefits would outweigh the risks. That all changed, eight years ago.

The intelligence network had learned about a plan for a defense organization to be created and supported by the larger governments. The catalyst for this action seemed to be photographic proof that these incursions were of, as they called it, extraterrestrial origin.

A plan was conceived to quash this operation, by eliminating the individual mostly responsible, but the plan backfired by confirming that a real threat existed. The focus had shifted to targeting industries and personnel that might contribute to this new threat. Last week the sensors at the edge of the solar system had detected a tachyon beam that was much too strong to have emanated from any natural source within several light years. The intelligence network confirmed that a FTL tracking network was being developed by one of the entities supporting this defense organization. The key component for this system was being transported by the very scientist responsible for its creation. This was his mission, and she was his target.
  

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Finding the Westbrook hanger took a bit longer than Ed had anticipated, and when he walked into the building, he could see Virginia Lake finishing her external inspection of the aircraft. He noticed that her attire had changed as well, a dressed down look that didn’t detract from her appearance in the least. Jeans and a white blouse which was cinched in at the waist completed her outfit. In his uniform, Ed felt overdressed.

“I was beginning to wonder if I was being stood up,” she said wryly, as he walked up to her. Noticing his gaze, she added, “I like to be comfortable when I fly.”

“I apologize for my tardiness,” he began, but she dismissed his contrition with a wave.

“I still get lost in this place. Shall we?” she asked, gesturing to the aircraft.

The Learjet 24 was capable of carrying eight persons, including the flight crew and compared to the supersonic Seagull series transport, these aircraft were economical to operate. Straker had ordered a dozen of them to fill the role of a short to medium range personnel transport. As they boarded, Ed could see that this aircraft was in exceptional condition. His suspicions were confirmed when he looked at the placard set into the exit frame and saw the manufacture date of 1976.

“You can stow your luggage in the back,” said Virginia, as she secured the hatch behind him. “I need to finish the preflight checks.”

Ed stowed his gear and made his way to the front of the passenger cabin. Secured to the front passenger seat, was a large shockproof case containing SID’s most vital component, the XI module, which was itself a container for the computer code still under development. He was ready to take the seat in the back when Lake called to him.

“You’re welcome to join me up here.”

Ed turned and poked his head into the cockpit. To his surprise the right seat was empty.

“Do you always fly solo?” he asked.

“Most of the time,” she replied, trying to suppress a grin. “Kurt has tried to pressure me into taking a copilot when flying the jet, and I do if the situation warrants, but it drives him crazy when I refuse.”

Straker knew that an experienced pilot could handle the Lear 24 alone as he had done it himself. Compared to the heavies, the Lear handled like a sports car. Gingerly, he slid into the copilot’s seat and strapped himself in. No sooner did he have himself situated when he found the checklist placed in front of him.

“Do you mind giving me a hand?”

“No,” he replied, “of course not.”

The cockpit of the business jet was small and even though they were both slim, their shoulders almost touched and they brushed each other as they reached to set the controls. Ed could swear that he felt a tinge of electricity between them.


In the underground complex, known as SHADO HQ, Lieutenant Keith Ford had the day watch. Being the OOD meant he was not only responsible for himself, but for all the junior officers he supervised. Keith had been recently assigned to HQ as the communications chief. Having been the person responsible for implementing the worldwide communications network which SHADO depended on, his duties had taken him all over the world.

Seated at the radar console was a dark haired second lieutenant who was fresh out of training. Her exceptional test scores, coupled with her enthusiasm had caught the attention of the Commander and landed her a position at HQ.

“Keith?”

Ford walked over to her console and leaned over.

“What do you have, Ayshea?”

“A possible sighting,” she replied. “But I can’t hold it. The signal keeps fading out.”

Keith watched the signal appear briefly, only to disappear before a lock could be confirmed. The new tracking system had been plagued with numerous bugs such as this, ever since it was brought online. The idiosyncrasies were being identified and eradicated, but this was a painstakingly slow process.

“Do we have anything important on the schedule today?” he asked.

Ayshea glanced down at the daily briefing.

“Skydiver docking tests are being run at the Electric Boat facility. Two supply ships are slated to return from the Moonbase construction site later this evening and the Utronic XI module for SID is being delivered to Houston today.”

Keith considered the items which she had listed. The delivery of the XI module, which was the key component for the FTL radar system, was a significant event.

“When is the XI flight scheduled to leave?”

“It should be in the air now,” she replied.

He rubbed his chin, thoughtfully, then finally said, “Keep an eye on that radar ghost.”

“Yes, sir,” she answered.

Keith made his way back to his station and picked up the phone.

“Major Graham,” he said into the phone. “I think you might want to have a look at this.”
  

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“One hundred ten knots…one hundred twenty, V one…rotate,” her companion called.

No matter how often she experienced it, Virginia found the art of the takeoff to be the most thrilling part of any flight. It didn’t matter whether she was flying a small two seat Cessna or the Lear 24, currently under her command.

“Retract landing gear,” she directed.

A few seconds later she heard him reply, “Gear up, and locked.”

The thought of having a full bird air force colonel as a copilot suddenly amused her and she had to stifle a giggle. The speaker crackled to life, distracting her.

“Learjet six-three-whiskey, turn left bearing zero-seven-five, proceed on course, climb and maintain six thousand, contact Los Angeles departure on 135.4. Good day.”

“Turn left bearing zero-seven-five, proceed on course, climb and maintain six thousand, contact Los Angeles departure on 135.4. Thank you, tower, Learjet six-three-whiskey,” she replied.

Fifteen minutes, and several exchanges with air traffic control, later, she had reached a cruising altitude of thirty-eight-thousand feet and had placed the aircraft on autopilot. She turned to her companion, “Now that wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“Not at all,” replied Straker.

“Really, why are your hands shaking?” Gotcha, she thought, as he involuntarily looked down at his hands.

“Relax, Colonel. I was kidding.”

It took a few seconds, but his face soon broke into a slight grin.

“You are full of surprises,” he retorted, dryly. “So, what’s next, aerobatics?”

“Not in this thing. Although it’s maneuverable enough that someone might try it. I remember a Boeing test pilot doing that once.”

“Alvin Tex Johnston, August 6, 1955,” replied Straker. “He preformed the maneuver in a 707 to impress representatives of the International Air Transport Association. He was called on the carpet the next day and told never to pull a stunt like that again. But the maneuver made aviation history.”

“I didn’t know his name,” said Virginia. “I was only ten when it happened and I still was living in England.”

“How long have you been in the states?”

“I came to the US when I was sixteen, and I’ve lived here for sixteen years,” she said. God, that’s half my life, she said inwardly. I do need to start living.


“I have the UFO on positive track,” said Lt. Johnson.

Major Graham strode up to her console.

“Trajectory termination?” he asked.

Ayshea punched up the data on her console and looked up at her CO.

“Best estimate is the western United States, sir.”

Graham turned to Lt. Ford, “It looks like you were right, Keith. They’re after the XI module. Contact our people at Edwards and get the prototype in the air, and get Colonel Freeman on the line.”

Lou Graham never had expected to be the incident commander during SHADO’s first genuine UFO sighting. His next decisions would be highly scrutinized by the upper brass, and what he did or didn’t do would determine whether lives were lost. Hell, we’re not even fully operational yet.


He was born, Theodore Francis, but to just about everyone who knew him, he was known as, Beaver. The nickname came from his earliest days in his career, when his flight instructor had called him the eager beaver of the group. The name stuck, and when he got his wings, his flight christened him with the call sign “Beaver.” His eagerness for flight never waned, as all his life all he wanted to do, was fly. As he rushed down the tarmac to his waiting aircraft, Captain James considered the events that had led up to this day.

His naval career had started in the early 1950’s making him old enough to had seen combat in the skies of Korea. James also had the reputation of being a loud mouthed maverick, but his natural skill as a pilot forced his superiors to overlook a multitude of sins. When once asked about his attitude, he replied, “I don’t ever want to be promoted out of the cockpit.”

Beaver mellowed considerably when he met the woman who was to be his wife. Not long after he married Christina, James was promoted to Squadron Commander. For a while, he enjoyed the best of both worlds, reaping the benefits of the higher pay grade, yet still spending most of his time in a cockpit.

Beaver’s commanding officer had taken a liking to the young man from day one and when a golden opportunity came along, he steered James in that direction.

“Lieutenant Commander James, this is a once in a lifetime chance. The Navy has decided on a new aircraft to replace the aging F4s, but the aircraft they’ve chosen does have a few issues. We need to help the manufacturer work out the bugs”

“Is that the new F14 we’ve been hearing so much about, Captain Thomas?” asked James.

“So much for security,” said Thomas, dryly. “Yes, it is. Grumman Aerospace has agreed to incorporate Navy test pilots into the program. Of course this means you will have to take a stateside transfer, as well as enduring the hardship of being home every night, that is, if you’re interested.”

Beaver’s wife had just informed him that they were expecting their second child. He was at sea when their first was born. His decision took all of a millisecond.

“Yes, sir, I mean, thank you, sir!”

“Now don’t screw this up, James. I personally gave your name to SECNAV. Pack your bags; you leave with the next COD run.”

“I won’t let you down, sir.”

True to his word, Beaver James threw his heart and soul into the project, all while finishing his aeronautical degree. His wife, Christina, was supportive of his decision as they had agreed early on that he would put in all of his sea time during the first part of his career. Having him home now, even if it was only nights and weekends, was an added bonus.

In 1973, right after the F14 project reached Initial Operational Capability, Lt. Cmdr James was summoned to Washington. While he had no idea he was going to meet the President, that event would be paled by his encounter with a mysterious Air Force Colonel named Edward Straker.

Over the next hour, James was shown the evidence of the alien craft which had been captured on film, now three years ago. And he became privy to the multinational organization being formed to counter the threat.

“So, Commander James, the reason you have been called to Washington, is to consider an offer. SHADO needs good people, both for getting the operation up and running, and to staff the operation when it’s ready. You can refuse, of course, as we have the means of extracting this information from those who chose not to join…”

“That won’t be necessary, Colonel Straker,” interrupted James. “I’m honored to be considered.”

It was those very real beginnings that landed him into SHADO, and he was going to have a chance to make the first UFO interception.
  

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As the alien craft passed through the upper ionosphere, it began to decelerate rapidly, eventually slowing to Mach 5 as it broached the upper stratosphere. Having approached over the northern Pacific basin, the UFO began a sweeping turn to the south. By the time the alien craft was at fifty thousand feet, it was screaming over the Rocky Mountain peaks at five times the speed of sound.


Ed Straker was seldom comfortable being in an aircraft unless he had absolute confidence in the skill of the pilot and this trip had been no exception, but he soon found that his fears were unwarranted. Despite her seemingly carefree attitude, Virginia Lake handled this aircraft as well as some of the best pilots Ed had known. Probably runs in the family, he thought.

Since takeoff, Ed had been watching Lake carefully. Her movements of the flight controls were smooth and precise, never overcorrecting. Clearly she had logged a considerable amount of time in this type of aircraft. Though the Lear 24 was nimble, it was nothing like the Phantom II that Ed had flown during the war. But he decided that Lake possessed the skill required to fly it.

Ed turned his attention to the storm system to their south. The weather reports had predicted heavy snows in the higher elevations of the southern Rockies. Out his window, Ed could see the angry flavor of the cloud formation and the tops looked like they went up to almost fifty thousand feet.

Beside him, Virginia switched on the weather radar. “Hmm,” she said.

“Problem?” asked Straker, looking back to her.

“It looks a little rough up ahead. I’m going to see if I can get us above this muck.”

Virginia keyed her microphone, “Oakland Center, Learjet six-three-whiskey with you, request flight level four-eight.”

“Learjet six-three-whiskey, Oakland Center, climb and maintain flight level four-three, expect flight level four-eight, contact Denver Center on 134.8.”

She acknowledged the message and switched frequencies. The Denver Air Traffic Control Center granted her altitude request and soon the radar scope was clear, excepting the storm to the south.

“We should be over the worst of it now,” she said.

“That’s good news, Doctor Lake.”

“Hey, we’ve known each other for almost two weeks now, what’s your first name?”

“My friends call me, Ed,” he said, smiling sincerely. Straker had intended to keep things formal, but he soon found this capable young lady had grown on him.

“Most of my friends call me Ginny,” she said. “A few call me Virginia,” she added.

Virginia is more formal, thought Ed. It’s also beautiful.

“I have a habit of moving against the tide. I think I’ll call you Virginia.”

“Somehow, Ed, that doesn’t surprise me.”

She held his gaze for a moment, and in that moment, Ed once again felt like she was peering into his soul. Do you see all the pain, all the hurt, all the sacrifice, Virginia? Ed was both relieved and saddened when the duties of flying the aircraft drew her attention away.


The aircraft flown by Captain James was known as Sky-Alpha. A concept prototype, the aircraft was designed and built to test the airframe handling characteristics of the proposed Sky aeroceptor. Lacking the added weight of the reinforcing struts and heavier skin materials required for the submergible craft, yet still powered by the same scramjet engines, the prototype was capable of moving two Mach numbers faster than its younger sibling. It also lacked the computer controlled fly by wire system making the jet extremely difficult to fly. Out of all SHADO’s test pilots, the only one qualified to fly it in combat was James.

Soon after takeoff, James had climbed to sixty-thousand feet and had the UFO on his scope.

“Sky-Alpha to SHADO control, I have the target. It has closed to within fifty miles of the civilian aircraft, request permission to intercept.”

“Sky-Alpha from SHADO control, weapons free. Splash me a spinner,” said the voice of Major Graham.

“Roger control, going for intercept, out.” I’m going to have to hustle if I’m to catch it.


Her heart had jumped when she heard her given name on his lips. As she felt herself flush, the rigors of flying the aircraft provided her a welcome albeit temporary escape. He must have noticed but had the good grace not to say anything. The thought of him seeing her innermost thoughts both excited and terrified her.

She was avoiding looking in his direction when something on the northern horizon caught her eye. It was just a flicker at first and she assumed it was light reflecting off another aircraft. But as the object got closer she could see that it was unlike anything she had ever seen.

“Ed, do you see this?”

Straker leaned over to look out her side, “Oh my God,” he said, in a tone that sent a chill up her spine.

“Virginia, dive!”
  

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Seeing the still taken from the cine film did nothing to prepare him for the sight of the alien craft in flight.

Captain James was at fifty two thousand feet and closing on the UFO from behind, when the alien craft  suddenly decelerated to subsonic speed all while dropping its altitude by fifteen hundred feet. The unexpected maneuver caused James to overshoot the UFO and he had to circle around for another pass. But with his aircraft moving at over fifty miles a minute, he was quickly moving away from the initial datum point. To make matters worse, the UFO was dangerously close to the civilian aircraft.

In his mind, Beaver had already written it off for lost.


He had spoken in what she knew was his command voice, a timbre that got people’s attention and caused them to snap to when he spoke. But this had nothing to do with the real reason she had instantly followed his instructions. I trust him, implicitly.

Without thinking, she yanked the power levers back and pushed the yoke forward. As soon as the small jet started down, a flash of light flooded into the cockpit. At the same time, sparks shot out of the communications stack and half the circuit breakers tripped in sympathy.

“Mayday, Mayday, Mayday, Learjet six-three-whiskey, in trouble, we’re going down, repeat, we’re going down.”

The configuration alarm blared in the background as the aircraft approached its maximum speed and the yoke vibrated wildly as the mechanical stick shaker tried to force her out of the dive. As soon as the aircraft was obscured in the clouds she pulled back on the yoke to bleed off the excessive airspeed.

Virginia had gotten a good look at the mysterious craft and it suddenly dawned on her that this craft was not of this world. As she reached to advance the power levers a new problem distracted her from asking.

“Flame out!” she shouted.

Virginia set the throttles for a restart and mashed the igniters. But the engines temperature gauges continued to unwind as the turbojets refused to start.

Beside her, Straker was reaching to reset the circuit breakers on his side of the aircraft. When he finished, she shouted, “Ed, take her for a minute!”

Lake leaned forward and mashed in the breakers on her side but to her dismay, several of them refused to stay engaged. With no light and heavy snow pounding the windshield she could not see which systems were affected.

“Okay, I have the aircraft,” she said when she was finished. “I wasn’t able to get them all to stay in.”

“Three more are out on this side,” he replied.

Once again, Virginia tried to restart the engines, but the temperature gauge continued to drop signifying an ignition failure. Well, this is it, she thought. They were in an unpowered aircraft with zero visibility and losing altitude over a treacherous mountain range. She knew their chances for survival were almost nil.


Captain James yanked the throttles back and pulled the aircraft into a steep bank. As any combat pilot knew, excessive airspeed was the enemy of corner velocity and dropping to Sky-Alpha’s best maneuvering speed took over a minute. By the time he reacquired the UFO, the alien craft was once again breaking Mach one as it began a steep climb.

James kicked in the afterburners and pulled up on the stick to follow his quarry. At sixty-thousand feet and in level flight, the SHADO prototype had a significant speed advantage over the estimated speed of the UFO, but the craft had quickly gained altitude and was already at seventy-five-thousand feet. With the thinner atmosphere it was gaining speed.

Beaver knew he was going to lose the chance if he didn’t fire now. He triggered off a missile and watched it close with the UFO.


The hypersonic missile carried by the SHADO aeroceptor had a top speed of over Mach eight and it quickly closed with the UFO, but the proximity fuses were still under development and the weapon exploded a hundred feet from its target. Even though the explosion showered the alien craft with debris, it suffered little apparent damage and continued its climb to orbit.


“Damn,” said a frustrated James. “I should have had him!” He keyed his microphone, “SHADO control from Sky-Alpha, that is an N-I, negative impact. UFO has traveled out of range.”

“Understood, Sky-Alpha, any sign of the civilian aircraft?”

“Negative, control, the UFO had some kind of jamming transmitter. My scope is still scrambled.”

“How is your fuel state?”

James looked down at the fuel gauges. The afterburning climb had used a considerable amount of fuel.

“I’m down to twenty-five percent. I can loiter for about thirty minutes.”

“Very well, Captain, commence search operations for as long as fuel permits. SHADO control, out.”

Captain James had already set his throttles for the most efficient operation. The cloud ceiling was at fifteen-thousand feet which was perilously close to the tops of some of the mountains. As a precaution, James switched on his terrain following radar.


When the Lear broke through the clouds, the visibility was still below a mile. At the controls, Virginia struggled to keep the aircraft level as the altimeter crept below fifteen-thousand.

Ed had been through in flight emergencies before. In military operations, each and every scenario had a text book solution. And in this situation, the book called for “punching out” that is, ejecting from the damaged aircraft. He had done it in an F-4, and more than once. But he was quite sure his seat was not manufactured by Martin Baker.

“Do you have any idea where we are?” he asked.

Virginia shook her head, “We should be over southwestern Colorado. But with all the avionics out…”
She left unspoken what they both knew and Ed focused his attention to the view forward. The aircraft was moving much slower than normal, dangerously close to a stall. As if she was reading his thoughts, he saw her push the yoke forward to regain some airspeed. The altimeter was now reading below fourteen-thousand which meant they were surrounded by mountain peaks.

The snow seemed to let up a bit and the outline of a mountain peak became perceptible through the windshield. Before he could speak, she had banked the aircraft hard to the left and pulled back on the yoke.

“Brace yourself,” she shouted.

The abrupt maneuver caused the aircraft to slip as it lost airspeed. It collided with the side of the mountain at an oblique angle causing it to skid down the snow covered slope. The Learjet came to an abrupt stop on an outcropping of rocks, partially buried in the snow.

The white exterior finish blended well with the snow, making the aircraft almost invisible from above.
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Reply #13 - Jan 27th, 2013 at 5:03pm
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“I’ve reached my fuel state,” came the voice of Captain James, from the speaker.

Major Graham flipped up the mic and answered, “Understood, Sky-Alpha. Return to base.”

“Roger, control. Major, the landscape down there, I mean, it’s all mountainous terrain. If the aircraft went down there…” James left the statement unfinished.

“Message received, Beaver, return to base.”

Lou Graham knew just how important the Utronic Project was. The equipment could be replaced, but the knowledge and experience of the chief designer was irreplaceable.

Lt. Ford approached him with a clipboard.

“This is the passenger manifest from Westbrook, sir. You might want to take a look at it.”

The blood froze in his veins when he read the second name on the list, “Lt. Johnson, get Colonel Freeman on the line, priority scramble. And patch it through to the Commander’s office.”

“Yes, sir.”

Ayshea had trained under Major Graham and had never seen him so agitated. She asked, “Major, what’s wrong?”

“Everything, Lieutenant, everything.”


As soon as he heard the news, Alec Freeman was unable to contain himself.

“For the love of God, what the hell was Ed thinking? He didn’t call and tell you?”

“No, Colonel,” replied Major Graham. “The first we heard about it was when Keith requested the manifest from Westbrook.”

Unconsciously imitating his close friend, Freeman rubbed the bridge of his nose. Every since taking on the role of SHADO C in C, Straker had resisted any and all attempts to surround him with extra security. “If they are bound and determined to get me, Alec, nothing we do will stop them,” Straker had once said.

“Do we have any idea where they went down?”

“We have the search area narrowed to a hundred mile radius of Culebra Peak, on the Colorado, New Mexico border, but there is a springtime snow event in progress. The cloud deck is at fifteen-thousand feet and it extends upward to forty-five-thousand. Visibility is less than a quarter mile below the deck with wind driven snow,” replied Graham. “Beaver James loitered as long as fuel permitted, in an attempt to locate them.”

“What’s the extended forecast look like?”

“The worst of the storm is moving east and conditions in the search area are expected to improve by nightfall.”

Freeman considered this, “What about the ELT transmitter?”

“Nothing,” said Graham. “James was monitoring the distress channel all while he conducted his search. He never even heard a Mayday call.”

“Damn!”

“There’s more, Colonel,” continued Graham. “When Beaver reacquired the UFO, it was making for orbit. We have to consider the possibility that the aircraft was destroyed in flight.”

Although he did not want to admit this, Freeman knew the evidence strongly supported the scenario Graham had just outlined.

“I’m going to catch a plane out to Edwards, just as soon as I confer with Henderson. Keep me posted, Lou.”

“Understood, Colonel.”


“Are you hurt? Virginia! Talk to me!”

She awoke to the concerned voice of Ed Straker, rousing her back to consciousness. As her head cleared, she took in her surroundings.

From the cockpit, the aircraft appeared to still be in one piece, although it seemed to be resting at a precarious angle on the edge of a cliff. Even with the windshield half buried in snow she could see outside.

“I think so,” she replied to her concerned companion. As she went to untangle her left arm from the yoke, a sharp pain traveled from her wrist causing her to cry out.

“Here, let me help,” said Ed.

Straker gingerly freed her wrist from the controls. She winced in pain as he checked for breakage.

“It doesn’t feel broken. Can you move it at all?”

She tried to comply and immediately cried out in agony. Shaking her head, she replied, “Not without it hurting like hell.”

“Stay here. I’ll get the first aid kit.”

“Okay,” she said, cradling her injured wrist against her chest.

While Straker rummaged in the back, Virginia tried to get the radio working. The circuit breakers were in, but the unit seemed to not be getting any power.

“The ELT is out as well,” said Ed, retuning with the medical supplies. “I suspect none of the avionics will work.”

As he treated her wrist, Virginia thought about the strange craft she had seen. It seemed to defy the laws of aerodynamics, and the flash of light had to have been a directed energy weapon of sorts. Flying saucers are supposed to be flatter, or so she thought.

“Ed, what was that thing? And please don’t tell me it was an experimental aircraft.”

“It wasn’t one of ours,” he replied. It was clear to her that he was dodging the question.

“I’m quite sure it wasn’t Russian either,” she quipped, sarcastically. “Nothing of this world can maneuver like that.”

Straker remained silent as he wrapped her wrist with the bandage. “Here, let’s get this sling on you…”

“Ed, please, tell me. Was that craft the reason for the Utronic Project.”

In his eyes, she could see a battle being waged, “Please,” she offered once more.

Straker nodded his head.

“We’ve had solid proof of their existence since 1970,” he began, while he fitted the sling over her head. “There had been numerous cases of UFO sighting, coupled with mutilated bodies, organs missing. In early 1970, a navy pilot, his sister, and a friend managed to get a film record of an alien craft.”

Ed slid the nametag on his briefcase revealing the words Destruct Negative and snapped open the locks.

Right out of a James Bond movie, she thought.

He handed her the picture than had been taken seven years ago.

Virginia gazed at the picture contemplating it in silence. In her hands, was concrete evidence that they were not alone in the universe, a belief that she had held even as a child. But these visitors from another world, countless light years away, were not the benevolent morally superior beings that she had always assumed they would be. They were hostile, their current situation a testament to that fact.

“To be honest, I had a feeling that this is why the Air Force wanted the Utronic Beam developed. But I had always believed that an advanced society would have an equally advanced sense of morality.”

“The reason why they come is still subject to speculation,” said Ed. “Throughout our history, we have examples of cruelty and disregard for our own kind. Perhaps they don’t consider us intelligent life.”

To Virginia, what he said made sense and she was forced to agree. She shuddered, both from the thoughts she now had, and the fact that it was getting cold.

“What does it look like in back?” she asked.

“We’re still in one piece, if that’s what you mean. Do you think you can stand?”

Virginia nodded, and he helped her make her way to the rear of the aircraft. When she was seated, Ed ducked into the luggage area and returned with a pair of thermal blankets. He draped one around her shoulders and wrapped himself in the other.

Taking the seat next to her, he said, “We might as well make ourselves comfortable, we may be here for a while.”
  

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Reply #14 - Jan 29th, 2013 at 1:58am
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In his office at IAC Headquarters in London, General Henderson listened dispassionately as an agitated Colonel Freeman broke the news to him.

“I’m going to hop a plane to Edwards and take charge of the search myself,” he finished.

“Colonel Freeman, you are to stay right where you are,” said the General. “Unless and until Straker is located, you are in command of SHADO. For all we know, this incident is an alien plot to cripple SHADO’s command structure.”

“But General, no one knew Straker was on that plane except for a few people at Westbrook. They didn’t disclose the information until we asked for it,” Freeman countered.

“That may be true, but we can’t risk it. You are to stay in Groton until further notice. I’m sending Jackson out to coordinate the search and recovery effort. You will order your forces at Edwards to extend him every courtesy.”

Henderson had introduced Freeman to his security strong man soon after he joined SHADO. He knew that the senior SHADO Colonel had taken an instant dislike to the eastern European. In Freeman’s words, both Jackson’s demeanor and methods were unnecessary and sinister.

“Jackson? What the hell for?”

“Colonel Freeman, do you really expect to find Straker alive after a crash landing in that mountain terrain?”

Freeman said nothing and General Henderson softened his voice.

“We need to make sure that our security has not been compromised. All other concerns are secondary. You have your orders, Commander.”

“Yes, sir.”


Unknown to Alec Freeman, General Henderson was dealing with his own demons. Despite the strained relationship he shared with the headstrong SHADO commander, he still respected, and even admired the man.

It was in late spring of 1964 when a paper crossed Henderson’s desk. It was a graduate thesis, written by a young Air Force Captain named Edward Straker. The paper went into explicit detail, the problems, as well as several viable solutions for establishing a permanent base on the lunar surface. From that point forward, Henderson took a keen interest in the young man’s career, occasionally nudging it along when in the rare instance it was needed.

Henderson first met Straker in 1968 when the newly promoted Lt. Colonel was assigned to Air Force intelligence. It was there that Ed Straker started perusing through Project Blue Book reports, those that couldn’t be explained away by weather balloon or atmospheric phenomenon. Separating the wheat from the chaff, Straker had helped Henderson isolate the most likely UFO incidents which strongly suggested an extraterrestrial involvement.

A year later, Straker was posted as Henderson’s aide, although his duties more resembled that of an assistant. It was then that James Henderson informed the man, he had been mentoring from afar, that the alien threat was believed to be real. But, by order of the American President and the British Prime Minister, evidence that had been collected during the Second World War was classified at the highest levels, and would not be shared with the rest of the world. The implementation of Angel Project would have to wait until new evidence could be collected.

Henderson and his aide did not have to wait very long.

In the spring of 1970, the solid proof they needed literally fell into their laps. A young navy pilot on leave, was attacked by a group of aliens after he had captured an image of the craft on film. By some miracle, the camera and its contents survived the attack. As much as he wanted to, Henderson was still under orders to keep the earlier evidence compartmentalized.

These thoughts brought him back to the loss of his closest friend. The image of Lt. Colonel Lake’s aircraft being incinerated by the alien directed energy weapon still haunted his dreams. After Bob’s death, Henderson and his wife looked after his pregnant widow. In June of 1945, Lynn gave birth to a baby girl and the older couple offered to be the child’s God-parents.

In 1968, soon after Virginia graduated from college, Henderson pulled a few strings with a military contractor to help her land a job. Based on her grades, she shouldn’t have needed any help, but Henderson was well aware of the uneven playing field she was facing. Life events would prevent him from keeping tabs on her career and it wasn’t until four years later that he learned she had been named as project design leader for the FTL radar system. While Jim Henderson felt an immense feeling pride for her accomplishments, he was also gravely concerned for her safety.

His emotions in turmoil, Henderson gazed at the London nightscape. It was a cold February afternoon when a much younger James Henderson was tasked with the unpleasant duty of informing the wife of his best friend, that her husband had been killed by an alien attack. He now faced the unpleasant possibility of informing Lynn Lake, her daughter had suffered the same fate.
  

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