Pinpoint Analysis - Part 11
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- Pinpoint Analysis - Part 10
The Bermuda Triangle, filled with electronic fog and lost voices. Is there a reasonable answer?
Traveling Back in Time to Part 10
Les had been sky-roving with a bewildered navy lieutenant in search of Lieutenant Cartwright. After returning to the Key West Naval Air Station (NAS), the two engage in private conversation about the secret mission. Secretary Adams overhears the conversation and interrupts.
"In the case of Lieutenant Cartwright, somehow the plane disappeared, but he was stranded. Technically, he's trapped in that moment of time the plane was lost. If we can bring him back, we may be able to answer a lot of unanswered questions. But you had no idea about this, did you? You could have been killed and not even know why you were sacrificed. That's Adams for you."
"Okay. that will be enough, men." Adams had been listening to the conversation by an opened window. "The Hutchison Effect, eh? You know there has never been any scientific proof to back that theory. And now, you're spreading your silly theories behind my back to my men. This doesn't create a good working relationship, Les."
Colbo gave Les a quick glance. Les understood. "Sir, I'm sorry. I was wrong."
Adams turned to the Lieutenant. 'You may be excused."
I get this whole thing, Les." Adams was apologetic. "But again to protect ourselves and the investigation, this needs to be on a need to know basis."
"Oh, I absolutely get it, Mike. But it could have cost him his life. it could have cost me my life. And where were you? Nowhere near the danger! Don't you think he has a right to know what's going on?"
"No. No, I don't. Now, here's where we are right now. We have planes and a ship missing over The Triangle. We hired you to investigate. We need scientific evidence to explain the disappearances, but we also need to uncover the truth, even if it's not a scientific investigation. We agree that something strange, maybe even paranormal, is taking place, and we're behind you. But it must be kept confidential and it must appear to be scientific. So I ask you again, where do we go from here?"
"Where do we go from here?" Les asked before he answered. "We go to the place where we left off. We're heading back to the skies. We follow a path until it ends. But this time, you're going with us."
Adams knew he had no choice and hastily agreed. He left along with Colbo and returned to his hotel room just as the phone was ringing. He connected the call. "Uh huh, I fully understand. It's the only thing we can do at this point. I'll take care of it and be on my way home shortly." Adams hung up and made his way to Commander Colbo's room.
He was invited in and took a chair, leaning back, he sighed. "Commander, get your things together. We're going home. I'm going over to tell Les. You need to come with me. I know he's not going to be happy about this."
Without asking a question, Colbo hurried to pack a few last minute necessities and followed Adams out the door. The two were greeted by Susan as they entered the research center.
"You two are back so soon. I think the doctor had already left though. Is there something I can help you with?" Maybe she could get some juicy information from the secretary and commander. Just then, Les entered the room. It became very obvious what Susan was up to. She excused herself quickly and left for the day.
Adams spoke first. "Doctor," he began.
"Hey, don't call me Doctor. Remember it was your idea to be on a first name basis."
Adams continued. "Doctor, the investigation is over. We're done here. Now, if you give me your collection of notes on the case, we'll be on our way. Colbo stood motionless, trying to conceal her own surprise.
Les couldn't believe it. What! What are you talking about? We have a long way to go. We have not an answer and you're ending it - just like that!"
"Just like that. Now, please give me your notes on the investigation. That was part of your contract agreement."
Les began collecting folder after folder of notes he had taken and placed them in the Secretary's hands. "There, I've done my part. Now, have the honesty and the courtesy to tell me what's going on."
"Adams looked at Colbo, then directed his eyes to Les. "Les, we began this investigation in July. There hasn't been an incident since August 9. This is the second week of November. Things are okay now. The government doesn't want to spend more money on what they see as a problem that solved itself. The official explanation from the Pentagon is the ship broke anchor during a storm and drifted off without passengers. The planes - well, it was all a hoax. The planes were never in the skies, to begin with. You know all the silly stories people tell about The Triangle. This is just one more."
A more than angry Les jumped from his seat. "Come on, Mike! You know that story won't fly. There were sailors onboard that ship. You had men in the sky that will never return home to their families.
"Oh, their families will be well taken care of financially. And besides, all they will ever know is that the men were lost on a mission - something every navy wife prepares for." Adams stuttered. "And, and Les, you're still sworn to secrecy, so don't get any of your brilliant ideas. This is where it ends - here - today,
Here is your contract. Sign and date the dismissal clause on page 7, and we're done.
Les couldn't believe what was happening. He signed the clause that stated he could be dismissed from the project at any time, for any reason. He sat in his office chair with his head down, resting his chin in his hands. No words would come. Secretary Adams and Commander Colbo left the room quietly, not wanting to interrupt Les's self-imposed grief.
It was all Les could do to keep from crying like a baby. The project had been his baby for the past five months. Day in and day out, it was always on his mind. It was always his priority. Marine life was at stake. Human life was at stake. He couldn't make sense of how so coldly the investigation ended. No answers. No closure.
Grabbing his briefcase, Les started down the hall. Something lay on the floor in front of him. He looked in wonderment, then picked it up. His thoughts began to take hold. "My contract. Adams must have dropped it. What a shame. Without a contract, he can't bind me to anything. The investigation continues by my rules."
Knowing the danger involved, should Les pursue the case on his own?
Les wasted no time getting in touch Hoss. He knew it would be an expensive undertaking, but he needed the WSVN helicopter to do some sight-seeing from the sky.
"Hey, Hoss, ol' buddy! Are you still working on that story about planes disappearing over The Triangle."
"Hi, Les. This is wild. I was just thinking of you. I'm just the Skyforce7 pilot. I have nothing to do with the stories, but I do know it's not a done deal yet. Why do you ask?"
I can break the story for you, but I need a favor in return."
"Oh, and I hate to think what that might be, but go ahead. What's the favor?"
"The investigation is still ongoing, but I need the use of Skyforce7 to do some aerial investigation. I'll tell you everything your journalist needs to know in exchange for the chopper. Deal?"
"Boy, that's a hard one, Les."
"Your writer will have all the firsthand updates as soon as I get them. He'll be kept up to date in real time. He can watch the investigation unfold."
"Les, how is it you know so much?"
"Where are you right now. I'll drop by and explain everything."
"I'm over on SW 6th. Just passed the Shrine of Saint Philomena. I'll meet you there."
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