“Just 2,000 of ‘em?” Turn says. “You’ve got to be kidding me!”
“I’m not,” Mark says, “those are their numbers.”
Bennewitz chuckles. “Not many, eh? Well trust me — they’re damn hard to get rid of when they dig themselves in, like they’ve done here.”
“They’ve never been good at reproducing, hence their reliance on the Grays as workers and underlings,” Mark says. “It’s one of the drawbacks of not having a soul — you can’t make new souls. They hate that, and despise anyone that has that ability over them.”
“It’s one of the reasons they go out into the universe and conquer and enslave,” Walter says.
“They’ve conquered and enslaved 21 other star systems, taking over the levers of power from within,” Mark says. “They use spies and then hybridize the surface population. This is their fifth column and we hardly stand a chance against it. In many ways — like with the Illuminati — we’ve already been defeated.”
Bennewitz nods to that. “The threat they pose from without — and the threat the humans working with them pose from within — makes them nearly impossible to defeat.”
“But we can do it… right?” Turn says.
“Humanity’s depending on us,” Mark says.
“Depending on us to root out the traitors,” Walter says.
“It all comes back to the military cabal that’s associating with the Reptilians,” Bennewitz says. “We know that 13,000 children have been taken by the Reptilians over the past 25 years.”
“Why?” Turn asks.
“They drink the blood, and they prefer the blood of humans that’s unpolluted. When adults, the blood is usually polluted with all kinds of things. So they take the children.”
“Wasn’t always like that,” Bennewitz continues. “When the dinosaurs were destroyed they began to use the humans as their main food source. So this has been going on for as long as human history.”
“I just can’t believe it,” Turn says.
“Better start,” Mark replies. “Thousands of humans disappear each year all over the world, and most of them can be chalked-up to the Grays doing the abducting, the Reptilians doing the eating. They have to. You see, the blood contains the life force, which is what they live on. They live in the fourth dimension, a lower astral realm, and to manifest in the third dimension they need the energy of human blood and human flesh.”
“God… can we even stop ‘em?”
Mark nods. “The path to victory is through expanding our consciousness, for at that point they can no longer affect us or control us. And when you get right down to it, the Reptilians are afraid of us. That’s why they seek to control us. They know that when our consciousness expands, they’ll be done here.”
“And that’s why they’re fighting all the harder now,” Bennewitz says, “that’s why they’ve infiltrated our society, pitting the haves against the have-nots. And they always seek out the most evil among us.”
“Like Hitler,” Mark says, looking to Turn. “It’s not taught in school, but the Nazis created the current underground Antarctic colony way back in 1938, and they did so at the invitation of the Reptilians.”
“Ha!” Bennewitz laughs. “That didn’t work out too well for ‘em.”
“No, Hitler probably wasn’t the best choice,” Mark admits. “Reptilians have problems controlling the human race, and Hitler is a prime example why. They can’t control the kind of madness that often takes hold in leaders, like it took hold in that nutcase. At that point the Reptilians have no use for them.”
“But… why work with them at all?” Turn asks.
“Simple — greed and power,” Bennewitz replies. “The Reptilians control the planet through the secret society called the Illuminati, who in turn control the banks, the media and the pharmaceutical companies. Those corrupt systems have been in place for decades, and in some cases centuries.”
“But there’s more to it than that,” Mark says. “Those that are the most loyal will be ‘rewarded’ with Reptilian blood of their own.” He shrugs. “It’s powerful stuff. Reptilians learned to shape shift a long time ago, and that can be passed on to the hybrid Reptilian/human combinations. However, this can only be done if the hybrids have 45 % Reptilian blood or more.” He scoffs. “And trust me — there are a lot of half-Reptilian, half-humans running around.”
“We call them ‘blue bloods’ as they have a lot of copper in their blood, or a what can be considered a large percentage of Reptilian blood,” Bennewitz says. “Many, many leaders throughout history have had it. Take the Emperor of Japan, Hirohito. He got his Reptilian blood from the Imoto clan, and going back to the 16th century. Maybe he’s even a shape shifter.”
“We know Queen Elizabeth is one,” Mark says.
“Oh, now you’ve got to be joking,” Turn says.
“Wish I was,” Mark says, shrugging. “The bottom line is that it’s easier to influence humanity directly this way, with hybrids in charge of nations. Remember, Reptilians are in the minority on this planet, always have been, and by a very wide margin.”
“Yeah, just 2,000, right?” Turn says, and Mark nods.
“Hardly any, but with their chimera-robot-like Grays doing most of the work for them they get the job done, and have been getting it done for thousands of years.”
“They control us, Turn,” Bennewitz cuts in, “always have and always will… unless we do something about it.”
“And now’s the time to do it,” Mark says, pounding a fist into the palm of his hand.” He then looks to Turn. “It’s also time to tell you who you really are, Turn, and where you really come from… or as I should say, when you really come from.”
26 — A Friend Indeed
Five minutes after leaving Charlie to race down the hallway, Bobbie comes rushing into the east hangar, Colonel Roger Donlon in tow. Waiting there for them are Charlie and Heather. Charlie glances down at his watch before looking up at Bobbie.
“What happened to five minutes, eh?”
Bobbie shrugs. “You try racin’ all the way to the west hangar and back in that time.”
“Well, you’re here now,” Charlie says, “so let’s get down to it.”
“Bobbie filled me in on the way over,” Donlon says. He’s a crew-cut military man, brass on the chest and a no-nonsense look on his face. He directs that look at Charlie. “I have to admit, I was having doubts already. I’m glad I’m not the only one.”
Charlie was just about to speak up when a ‘fwapping’ sound suddenly starts up in the hallway. It’s faint, but growing in volume.