Jessica flashed a grin. “You’ve heard the expression, ‘like shooting fish in a barrel?’ After Zeus vaporizes the first UFO foolish enough to cross into third dimensional space, I sincerely doubt our Interstellar guests will be responding to Dr. Greer and his followers.”
21
The Pentagon is a city unto itself — 6.6 million square feet of office space supporting 23,000 people, all contained in a five-sided, five-story (with two basements) facility, its 17.5 miles of corridors laid out in ten wedges so that any two points can be reached on foot in ten minutes or less. The building is divided into five concentric rings, from A-Ring out to E-Ring, with the two basement levels extending out to G-Ring. There are ten entrances, a central courtyard, thirty fast-food restaurants, a gym, and a concourse in close proximity to the Metro-bus and Metrorail stations.
Senior officers have their choice of locations, most of whom have the opportunity select E-Ring which has the only offices with windows. The wedge housing the Secretary of Defense and his five under secretaries was considered prime real estate; its office windows facing the Potomac River.
Adam Shariak’s office was located on the third floor, two floors directly below that of his boss, the Secretary of Defense. Seated behind his desk, he reread the document he had just revised for the sixth time in the last two hours. Satisfied with the last edit, he glanced at his watch.
Meeting’s in forty-five minutes Are you going through with this or not?
Steven Greer had answered every question Adam Shariak had, save one — why had William Jefferson Clinton selected him to bring out zero-point-energy? He was neither a politician nor a military insider, held a low security clearance, and knew just enough about the private defense sector to be annoying.
The obvious answer was his brother. As head of the Appropriations Committee, Senator Randy Hall was the perfect person to lead an investigation into whether a compartmentalized entity within the DoD was secretly spending $80 billion a year on illegal Unacknowledged Special Access Projects.
As Dr. Greer had said, “Expose the USAPs and you’d expose the cabal… and with it — the black-shelved energy programs.”
“Okay, but how do I convince my brother that these programs even exist? I need something to show him — a project name… something?”
Dr. Greer had unlocked a tall steel file cabinet, removing a manila folder from a file and made a black and white copy. “In 1997, Admiral Tom Wilson, the Head of Intelligence for the Joint Chiefs of Staff, asked me to hold a briefing at the Pentagon. Before we met, I had my military advisor send the admiral this top-secret document.”
He’d handed it to Adam. “As you can see, it originated out of Nellis Air Force Base — the place the public mistakenly calls Area 51. The document was actually a security alert — some UFO spotters had managed to penetrate the perimeter of Nellis and the administrators were forced to shut down test flights of their EMG’s — their electromagnetic, gravitic anti-gravity vessels. What makes the document so valuable is that it came from the National Reconnaissance Office. The NRO is the super-secret spy satellite operations part of the Air Force. As you can see, the document lists a number of compartmented operations by their code names.”
“By compartmented operations, you mean—”
“USAPs.”
Adam had stared at the list. “Red Flag, Dark East, Dark South, Black Jack Team, Black Jack Control…”
“All originating out of Edwards Air Force Base. There were also teams at Nellis and Apertec, as well as other sites. All the important USAP stuff is handled by defense contractors — Lockheed-Martin, EG&G, E-Systems, Raytheon, Northrop-Grumman, Booz Allen Hamilton… Edward Snowden worked for Booz Allen Hamilton; they contract for the National Security Agency. The corporate world is where most of the USAPs get centered; from there they interface with other USAPs within military and intelligence. Attempt to approach them from the government side, and a project gatekeeper will tell you it doesn’t exist. Approach from the corporate side and it’s privatized… a corporate secret, like Microsoft’s code. In this way it’s hermetically sealed from all inquiries — clever yes, but very illegal. Of course, the mafia is always very clever, and this is the biggest mafia in the world.”
Adam turned to the second page, scanning the names of the defense contractors. “Holy shit… Kemp Aerospace?”
Greer nodded. “Maybe that’s why Clinton’s people chose you as their Trojan Horse; they wanted someone on the inside who could testify that these USAPs are real.”
“I need a pen.”
Adam had read through the list of projects again, circling any code names he recognized. “I count six projects that Kemp Aerospace was subcontracted to work on while I was managing director, another three that were grandfathered in by my predecessor, Brian Coker.”
“Are any of them zero-point-energy projects?”
“I have no idea. My clearance wasn’t high enough to sit in on any of these meetings.”
“But you knew the defense contractors involved and their budgets. You could provide that information to your brother… unless of course he already knows it.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Adam, it’s possible your brother is a gatekeeper. The covert government always keeps a few operatives in key positions to maintain the secrecy and deny the truth. Former Congressman George Brown of California was a member of the Science and Technology Committee, but he was also on MJ-12’s payroll. Same with Porter Goss, the former CIA Director and Chairman of the House Intelligence Committee. When asked about ETs or Roswell, or any of these USAPs, a gatekeeper assures the person inquiring that he’s checked it out thoroughly and nothing exists. Congressmen never question a gatekeeper, and you only need a few of them overseeing key points of control in these institutions to maintain secrecy.”
“My brother isn’t a gatekeeper for the cabal.”
“There’s only one way to be sure. Give him the list. If he tells you he checked into it and it’s not true, then he’s either on the payroll and he’s lying or he’s afraid of going up against Big Oil.”
“You don’t know my brother.”
“You’re right. But I know Dennis Kucinich. The congressman knew all about UFOs, hell, he’d seen them with his own eyes. Yet he refused to touch the subject — too afraid of the ridicule he’d be forced to endure — and he chaired the House Oversight Subcommittee on Information Technology. James Woolsey… the guy was once a huge ally, now he’s a gatekeeper.”
Adam contemplated this. “Okay. I’ll meet with Randy about this on Monday—”
“No. You can’t take this information directly to your brother; you have to follow proper protocol.”
Adam nodded. “The new Secretary of Defense.”
It had not taken long before General James “Mad Dog” Mattis had butted heads with President Trump and his “personal advisors.” The Defense Secretary’s first “come to Jesus” talk took place on his tenth day in office when Trump began issuing Executive Orders without consulting the departments of government that would be affected by these decrees… especially the military.