Project Genesis - Softcover

Walter, H. J. "Walt"

Softcover

ISBN 10: 1490729070 ISBN 13: 9781490729077

Publisher: Trafford, 2014

Synopsis

LEARN THE TRUTH BEHIND THE UFO SIGHTINGS OF THE PAST 60+ YEARS AND THE INTRIGE SURROUNDING THE QUEST FOR POWER AND WORLD DOMINATION Travel back in time as Bob Avery relates the epic tale of the development of the U.S. governments Anti-gravity Flight Vehicle (AFV) program. Follow the plotting by the Russian governemtn to thwart U.S. domination of world power. Live with the Navymen as they adapt to the fluid situation of attempting to bring space shuttle Enterprise back to earth and of the daring rescue in space. Tori Croft joins the AFV program and proves her mettle in the battle to survive the travails of space and the male dominated secret space program.

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PROJECT GENESIS

By H.J. "Walt" Walter

Trafford Publishing

Copyright © 2014 H.J. "Walt" Walter
All rights reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-4907-2907-7

CHAPTER 1

"The Rookie"

Kamas, Utah

Paul soon arrived at the headquarters security checkpoint. The gate guard had been alerted that he would be arriving so he was cleared directly to proceed to the headquarters building.

He made his way to Bob's outer office and was greeted by Cindy Harger, Bob's secretary.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Anderson. I know Mr. Avery is expecting you. Let me advise him you here," Cindy said.

She keyed the intercom and advised Bob that Paul was in the outer office. He instructed her to send him right in and that they were not to be disturbed.

Paul entered and Bob greeted him with a handshake. He offered him a seat in his lounge area and asked if he would like a cup of coffee or a soda. They both settled on a soda and Bob asked Cindy to get them.

Bob began the conversation. "I hope you enjoyed your flight this morning, Paul,"

"Yeah Bob it was an eye opening experience. I thought I knew everything there was to know about flying but John gave me a lesson I hadn't experienced before. His technique for soft landing in a swept-wing jet just blew my mind."

"Well, you actually won't find a better G4 pilot than John," Bob added, "Let's get down to business. John called me and recommended that we put you on the payroll. I concur with that so let me broach a new subject before we get to the paperwork. How would you like to be a participant in a top-secret program?" Bob paused. "Before you answer, let me tell you if you agree this can never be discussed anywhere at anytime, no matter what," Bob said.

"That's a mighty tall order, Bob. Can you give me anymore info before I make a decision?" he asked.

"All I can assure you is that it involves flying," Bob said.

Paul sat back on the sofa and thought deeply for about a minute then said smiling, "Well if it involves flying and it's top-secret I guess it would be something I would like to do."

"Okay Paul," Bob offered a handshake, "Welcome aboard, we will discuss it later but first let's get your employment papers finished so we can get you started flying the G4s. How about a starting salary of $120,000?"

"Wow, that's very generous of you, Bob. That's more than I expected."

"Also Paul, I'm not sure you are aware of the housing within this compound. Our administrative officer will get your requirements and assign you housing. It is furnished free by the company and is one of the perks. I am going to turn you over to Bill Springer, our admin officer, who will handle the paperwork. When you finish come back up to my office and we will talk flying," Bob offered.

Paul wended his way over to Bill Springer's office and Bob went back to his paperwork. Later that afternoon Paul returned to Bob's office and was ushered in.

"Did Bill get you all checked in, Paul?" Bob asked.

"Yeah, I think I signed more forms than I ever did in the Navy or NASA," Paul said.

Bob laughed, "I know, Paul. Our FAA certificate requires most of that. The regulations drive John nuts, so he tells me. By the way you will need an FAA medical so make sure you see Cindy and she will schedule you for a physical with Doc Kealy. He used to be our flight surgeon in Antarctic Development Squadron Six so now he still takes care of us. He has a small clinic between headquarters and the gate."

"Will do, Bob. I also have a question about Flight Safety training. When can I get scheduled for that?" he asked.

"You can touch base with Larry Beck our chief pilot and he will put you on the schedule," Bob continued, "His office is in the building but you will have to catch him when he's not on a flight somewhere."

"I know Larry very well, Bob. Nice to hear somebody's name I recognize," Paul said.

"If you're ready to enter on you new career let's get started. Don't ask any questions until we get to our destination," Bob cautioned.

"You got it. Let's get started," Paul said as his mind was racing. What kind of a secret program am I getting into? He thought.

They left Bob's office and headed toward the back of the building. They turned into a passageway marked "Restricted Area, Authorized Personnel Only". After passing through the first door into a small entryway they came up on another door. Bob inserted his security card, punched in a code and told Paul to place his right eye in front of the retinal scanner. Paul did so and the lights on the panel flashed and finally turned green.

"Okay you're authorized to pass through this door. The keypad security code will be on your security pass when you get it and that needs to be punched in after your eye is scanned," Bob said.

He then placed his eye in front of the scanner and entered in his security code. The door unlocked, opened and Bob motioned Paul to follow him through. They stepped into the elevator boarding area. Bob pushed the button and the elevator doors opened. They both stepped in and Bob pushed the down button. The elevator moved into motion very smoothly and started down. When it reached the bottom, the elevator stopped abruptly and the doors opened. Paul was amazed at what he saw next. There was a four-seated tram and Bob motioned him to take a seat. Bob then selected the forward switch, the lights in the tunnel switched on and the tram moved slowly up the track. Neither man spoke and Paul sat in amazement. He wasn't sure just what he had gotten into. In about five minutes the tram came to a stop in the old gold mine complex. What Paul observed next was even spookier as the trip went on. They exited the tram and proceeded to the doors ahead. These were the pneumatic pressure tubes that would take them up to the AFV operations hangar. Paul had never seen anything like this in his life. Bob opened the door and he and Paul got into the tube on the right. Bob closed the door and pressed the up lever. Quickly, quietly and smoothly the tube started up the shaft. It came to a stop at the 6000' level where Bob then opened the door and they stepped off into the AFV hangar.

"Well here we are Paul, home of your next adventure," Bob said.

Paul spied four AFVs in the hangar bay and his eyes lit up as he immediately realized this was one of the vehicles which had rescued him from space. He broke into a wide smile and said, "Holy shit Bob, and this is what you signed me up to fly? I have had dreams about these vehicles since my rescue. It was such a slick machine when I first saw it and I knew right away that it was something better than the shuttle I was in. I'm sure glad somebody slipped your business card in my space suit."

"I suspect your sponsor to be Larry Beck. He's the one who rescued you. You should know that his favorite place is the Antarctic and he loves McMurdo Sound. We figure that's why he set you down there," Bob said.

"Anyway, you figured it right, Paul. We surmised you would fit in very nicely into our operation since you already had a ride in one. That's why we asked," he said smiling.

"Bob I haven't been this excited about anything in many years. I have a thousand questions."

"In time we will answer all your questions. Let's go into operations I want to introduce you to our operations specialist, Choyce Proulx. Then we'll go back into the crew quarters, as I am sure some of the guys are here. We have six crews on duty so with only two AFVs out flying there should be four crews on standby. Oh yeah, these vehicles are called "Anti-gravity Flight Vehicles" or AFV-2s for short. This is a second-generation model."

They entered operations and Choyce was there controlling the two AFVs, which were out on a mission. He was a bear of a man with a bright red close-cropped beard. Bob began, "Hey, Choyce. I want you to meet a new pilot,"

Choyce turned and extended his hand. "This is Paul Anderson."

In his deep controller's voice Choyce responded, "Pleasure to meet you sir. Glad to have you aboard."

"My pleasure, Choyce, I'm glad to be here," Paul said.

Paul glanced around operations. He had seen a few control rooms in his day but this was obviously the most technologically advanced and up to date one he had ever observed. He turned to Bob and noted, "This looks like a great operation."

"We try our best, Paul," Bob responded. "Let's go back into the crew quarters and I'll introduce you to some of the crews." He turned to Choyce, "we'll talk later."

"Later, Bob," Choyce said.

Paul and Bob left operations and walked back through the hangar toward the crew quarters. Paul was in awe of the hangar and how it had been carved out of solid rock. He stared at the closest AFV and couldn't believe what he was seeing. It was something that was hard to soak in. After all the training and experience he had with NASA that just seemed antiquated compared to what he was observing.

They entered the crew quarters and there were some crewmembers in the kitchen having a snack while others were in the lounge sitting watching Fox News on TV. They all turned to look at whom Bob was bringing into their quarters.

"Hey guys I want you to meet our newest pilot. This is former astronaut, Paul Anderson," Bob said.

The crew broke into applause. They knew who this was as they had watched the interviews and news stories on TV during the past two months. Many of them jumped up and greeted Paul with great exuberance. They were pleased to have him on board because his reputation as a pilot and astronaut had preceded him.

"Paul, you need to know all these guys are former naval aviators, NFOs or Navy air crewmen. They have flown these vehicles for a lot of years are believe me they are all experts at what they do."

"I want you guys to know I will be forever grateful to all of you for rescuing my crew and me from the Enterprise. At the time I wasn't sure who you were but you guys are the greatest," Paul said.

Paul took it all in and he was pleased as this was almost like coming back to a Navy squadron. There was plenty of camaraderie and he was anxious to become part of it. The crewmen all gathered around Paul asking him questions about his astronaut tour while he was inquiring about the performance parameters of the AFVs.

Bruce Fleming asked Paul, "Tell us how it is to fly the space shuttle, will you, Paul? None of us has any experience like that. Is it tough to fly?"

"Actually flying the shuttle is easy. I have about fifteen minutes at the controls. It has an elevator, rudder and flaperons and they operate just like other aircraft. Let me say the hard part is learning all the systems and emergency procedures. Selecting the correct computer instrument presentations and positioning the shuttle is some of the hard part. As a pilot I get to handle the controls and fly the aircraft only on short final for landing," he said. "How about you guys? How much flight time do you have in space, Bruce?" he asked.

"I have about seven hundred hours flying in space. We have an autopilot but I hardly ever use it. I personally fly the vehicle from liftoff to touchdown. We don't have too many emergency procedures or systems to remember. I think you'll find this vehicle as easy to fly as doing acrobatics in a high speed jet," Bruce said. "Our only worry is slowing down enough as the atmosphere gets thicker as we descend. Other than that it's balls to the wall."

After fifteen minutes of the banter Bob interrupted and asked Paul if he would like to have a tour of one of the AFVs. His eyes lit up and a big smile crossed his face. He thought someone would never ask. He followed Bob out onto the hangar floor. Number six was the closest so they walked over and Bob invited Paul to climb the ladder into the heart of the vehicle.

"Go ahead and take the command seat, Paul," Bob offered.

Paul did just that and was amazed at the simplicity in the instrumentation and controls of the vehicle. Bob sat in the systems control officers seat and asked Paul what he thought.

"What a machine," he said. "What kind of speed is this capable of and how high will it go?" he asked.

"Well, we have had one on the far side of the moon and I don't think anybody has had one up to its maximum but I think Mike Brenner has had it up to 30,000 mph. You'll learn all that when we start your orientation," Bob said.

"What's the origin of these vehicles and what's the history of this program, Bob?"

Bob began to tell the story of the AFVs, "First of all, there is no written history, for obvious reasons, but let me relate to you the history as I know it."

CHAPTER 2

"The Beginning"

Kamas, Utah

Bob began to narrate the history.

"Do you remember the reports of the UFO crash at Roswell, New Mexico, in July 1947?"

It was a rhetorical question, so he continued. "You can read all the reports of the investigation and cover-up of the UFO crash if you wish as they are in our library. There had been only a passing mention of a possible alien body, but soon it was forgotten and those involved, including the nurse at the hospital, were transferred to England and have not been heard from to this day.

Another survivor from this crash was found days later wandering the desert. A small humanoid figure, he had been injured in the crash. He was found by a rancher and was turned over to the local sheriff, who in turn called the military authorities at Roswell AFB. The media was heavily monitoring the base, so the base commander had him taken to Sandia Base, New Mexico. He was isolated and taken care of by one doctor and one nurse. The doctor treated his superficial injuries and he was recovering nicely.

In the meantime President Truman, in September of 1947, established OPERATION MAJESTIC-12 as a TOP SECRET Research and Development/Intelligence operation, responsible directly and only to the President of the United States. Operations of the project are carried out under control of the Majestic-12 (MJ-12) Group. It was established by special classified executive order of President Truman on 24 September 1947, upon recommendation by Dr. Charlton Evans and Secretary of the Navy, John Murray.

President Truman appointed the members of MJ-12 as follows:

• Adm. Henry G. Keselowski, CIA Director

• Dr. Charlton Evans, National Advisory Committee for Aeronautics

• Secy. John Murray, Secretary of the Navy

• Gen. Darian V. Gorka, Alaskan Air Command.

• Gen. Boyd L. Monk, U.S. Chief of Military Intelligence

• Dr. Uri Svetlonic, President of Johns Hopkins University in Baltimore, Maryland

• Dr. Buster Navarro, University of Michigan

• RADM Chester M. Bordelon, Director of Central Intelligence, Central Intelligence Group

• Mr. Gray Archer, Assistant Secretary of the Army in 1947

• Dr. Harry Hauser, theoretical astronomers and astrophysicists

• Gen. Robert C. Corker, Sandia Missile Base in New Mexico

• Dr. Albert Orindo, Marietta University, Executive Secretary of the Joint Research and Development Board under Dr. Charlton Evans

At Sandia Base, Captain Alex Headland, U.S. Navy, was assigned as the base psychiatrist. He was directed by MJ-12 to be liaison between the military and the alien. Captain Headland soon became a trusted person with the alien, whom he quickly found could speak rudimentary English. He determined that either the alien didn't understand what a name was or didn't understand the relationship the word "name" implied, so he nicknamed him Lieutenant Kilroy. Alex determined that Kilroy was indeed a very intelligent individual. His health was improving rapidly, and he wished to go home. Alex had not yet determined just where home was, although he learned it was outside our solar system. The ship he crashed had been a scout ship of limited range and was launched from near Mars. There was a command ship, although Kilroy was reluctant to talk about it. Alex did not allow any cameras or recorded conversation as this made Lieutenant Kilroy very comfortable. He and Alex had daily discussions about various subjects. During the discussions it was determined that Kilroy's civilization was exploring the Galaxy and our solar system was one currently being explored. Alex asked Kilroy to sketch pictures of his city or civilization. Alex had them classified top secret and forwarded them to the base commander for further processing. To this day, no one knows where those sketches are stored.

(Continues...)

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Edition details

• Publisher: Trafford
• Publication date: 2014
• Language: English
• ISBN 10: 1490729070
• ISBN 13: 9781490729077
• Binding: Paperback
• Number of pages: 280