MISSING TIME (Part 7), a short story by Sun Tzu. Date added: 2012-06-26. Times viewed: 1334.
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- Intro: Close Encounters of the Horny ET kind?
Mac's mind was in a whirl. This was getting way out of control. If what Cat had told her was true, and she had no reason to doubt it. She was into something way too deep for her to contemplate. The implications were immense. Her own government may well be implicated in the abduction of their own citizens by faking UFO incidents! For experiments for who knows what? It was too preposterous to consider. Yet the evidence was quite stark. What should she do? Drop the investigation and pretend that nothing has happened? Thereby selling out two of her closest friends?
The very idea of sweeping it under the carpet turned her stomach. But what else could she do? Continue and face the consequences? Mac was in doubt that the former idea was probably the best course. Now Lisa had disappeared. Was that the message they - whomever they were, were sending?
Mac felt the walls around her begin to close in. The ramifications of her continuing the investigation were stark. She would be endangering not only her own life but Cat's and Di's. Diane had already made her position by ignoring Mac's order to back off. But then what did she expect? Diane was a the consummate blood hound. By asking her to investigate the alleged UFO abductions the genie had truly been released from the bottle and there would be no getting her back in. Mac could only hope Diane knew what she was doing. In the mean time she had to talk urgently with Cat.
Diane found herself following a narrow corridor into an office, the inside was crammed full of various electronic equipment. She scanned the office with her camera then spotted a cabinet in the corner. Looking inside she noticed it as full of DVD's. Diane picked up a few and read the labels. One read Subject M. Another Subject P. Diane put one into a nearby DVD player and switched it on. What she saw chilled her to the bone.
A tall figure entered the room carrying something in his arms. The camera zoomed in and it showed the unconscious form of Alex! Subject P? Subject Palmer. Subject M must be for Miller. There were a number of DVD's all marked the same way: project24.
Alex and Cynthia had been missing for over 24 hours. Then these discs were the record of what they endured during that time. Alex's tape was number 1.
Diane wound the tape forward and watched the tall figure take form. It looked like – like an alien! The whole set up, what was it for? The fake aliens, what was the reason behind it all? The whole elaborate set up had to have a purpose.
IT showed the alien bed down and slowly undress Alex. He ran his hands all over her. Alex began to come round, her eyes opened and she stared in horror at what she saw. Her mouth opened as if to scream. The alien produced a small plastic mask connected to some sort of thin tube and placed it over Alex's mouth and nose. Diane watched and Alex struggled wildly trying to get free of the mask. It was a battle she would lose. The more she thrashed and protested the more gas she inhaled and slowly but surely her struggles ceased.
The alien figure nodded with satisfaction, then produced a syringe squirted a little out and injected the contents into Alex's left arm. After which the alien began to slowly undress the unconscious woman slowly and methodically.
Diane sat watching transfixed at what was happening. Alex was being stripped of her clothes for God knows what purpose.
Aliens don't exist. Well that was what Diane always figured. After all that was all just fifties sci fi movies and X Files. Yet what she was watching here made her think. This sure was no real alien. The figure in the video was all quite human. Diane stood studying the rubber suit. It felt like, like skin, cool and smooth. Yet it was a suit with a hidden fasteners. What was it all about? Guys wearing alien suits fake UFO abductions!
The clincher was the small room, that contained what was clearly some kind of medical examination table. On closer inspection Diane noticed straps made of some sort transparent wafer thin material. She pulled at the strap, it was incredibly strong. It was all coming together.That explained a lot. She recalled how Alex had said she couldn't move she'd felt like she was being held don by an invisible force. Invisible straps more like. Add these to a woman who is also quite groggy from who knows what kind of drugs and you have the illusion of being paralysed! The room was very dim a small light gently hummed above the table. Everything was almost as described in the regression tapes.
Except for the clicking. The sound that preceded the approach of the aliens. Diane came across a small box. It opened to reveal a number of switches. She pressed one. Everything went very dark, the lamp above the examining table seemed to flicker a little and begin to hum a little louder.
She pressed another switch.
A cold chill rushed down her back
Diane quickly switched it off. 'That's quite enough of that thank you.' So that was how they did it. It all fitted. All that she needed now was who was doing this and for what purpose? The fact that some sort of government agency was involved was the most likely. Or the military? Most likely Diane thought, some sort of dip shit military experiments. Dip shit experiments on innocent people it was beyond belief. Conspiracy theories were something she took with a pinch of salt. Over the years she'd heard them all. Everything from Walt Disney being put in cryogenic suspension, to who shot JFK, that second shooter on the grassy knoll.
Then of course more relevant there were the old chestnut alien stories. Roswell, alien bodies held by the government, crashed space ship, alien autopsy. All this seemed such crap! But then - like all myths there is always a grain of truth. The examination of this large hangar like building had taken quite some time. Diane moved carefully her gun now drawn, if anyone came here she'd use it and no mistake. God help them!
An intense resolution now pushed her on, she was determined to expose whomever was responsible for this abomination. The building was like a film set, everything was contrived to give the impression of alien abduction. The alien suits, the examination table, the sound and light show, the tapes showing the whole thing in complete detail. What the..? What was going on here? This was all too weird?
Whatever this was, it came straight out of an episode of the X Files. The ramifications of this were enormous!
Mac was driving back to the studio when her cell phone beeped.
'Mac its Di.'
The voice was feint and crackly.
'Di! Where are you?'
'Right in ET's home.'
'What are you talking about?'
'I'm talking the X Files meets reality! I'm talking the only thing missing is the cigarette smoking guy.'
'Di, listen to me. Listen to me and listen good. Get the hell out of there now!'
'I can't do that Mac this... This is big. The biggest story of our careers'
'It's big alright and it's liable to get you killed. Along with me and everyone else involved.'
'Di I've seen the recordings!'
'What are you talking about?'
'Tapes of what happened to Alex and Cynthia. Not to mention the other two girls. The sick bastards filmed it all. Can you believe that? Whatever they abducted them for it included sexually assaulting them in the bargain.'
'You mean raped right?'
'Yes Mac I mean raped. These guys did it wearing alien suits real kinky shit.'
'Why? What's it all for Di?'
'As far as I can tell it's down to some sort of crazy experiments. I don't know what for or why, not yet.I'm telling you Mac it's like a Steven Spielberg movie set here.'
Di get your arse out of there now I've a very bad feeling about all this.'
'Mac I have to see this through.'
'Di Lisa's missing.'
'Missing? What do you mean?'
'I mean missing. She never came to work yesterday or today and she's not answering her phone. I'm scared Di I think something has happened to her.'
'You think they got to her?'
'Yes Di I do and I think it's a message. I want you to get your ass out of there now.'
'Now Di. No arguments!'
Diane paused her mind racing. If they have got to Lisa who would be next?
'Ok Di you win, I'm out of here.'
'Good call me when you are on the move.'
Diane rang off. She felt really down. Here she was on the verge of the biggest story of her career and she'd been pulled off. It sucked. But Mac was right this was big and at this level the game rules were going to be tough. Who knew what these people would do or what they would be capable of. It was time to go.
She had grabbed a few tapes. Tapes of Alex and Cynthia and a few of the town girls all being assaulted by some one in a rubber alien suit! Not to mention a couple of tapes on her camera. Diane headed back towards the door. Carefully she retraced her steps. She wondered why it had been so easy to get in?
Was she being toyed with?
Or were they just too confident of never being found? After all the base was literally miles out in the hind end of nowhere. Diane was taking no chances she moved slowly and carefully. The corridor was dimly lit as she came out of the door of the video room. She shivered, the temperature had dropped too. She walked slowly gun at the ready. Her heart seemed to be racing. She was nervous, and anxious. God she had never been so scared in her life.
She moved out of the corridor out into the main area of the hangar and walked slowly towards the black helicopter and the nearby door. Just as she came close to the door the lights went out. Diane found herself plunged into pitch blackness. She fumbled in her pocket for her flash light. As she did so she heard movement.
Then what sounded like footsteps. Diane felt herself shiver, her heart raced and her gun hand felt very sticky from sweat. She managed to find her flash light and switched it on in the sound of the noise. She thought she caught the glimpse of a figure and brought her gun up and without a second thought squeezed off a round. There was a loud retort as the gun fired. The figure seemed to move quite nimbly into the dark. Diane turned and brought her flashlight to bare. She crouched slightly holding her gun in a two handed grip with the flashlight held under the gun. Di concentrated on the darkness watching and listening intently. She suddenly felt a stinging sensation in her right leg. Looking down Diane noticed something sticking out of her leg. A dart, a dam tranquilliser dart!
'Bastard!' Diane shouted and fired another round in the general direction of where she thought the dart had been fired from. Diane began to feel a little light headed. 'Shit.' She thought. She tried to move towards the door and managed to grab the handle when… Someone grabbed her from behind.
Diane tried to bring her gun up but her arm was grabbed and banged hard against the metal door.
Diane tried to keep hold of the gun but… Three times! The gun fall from her hand.
'Ow! Bastard!' She tried to spin round and deliver a kick but she was unsteady and seemed to wobble all over the place. The dammed dart was doing its thing.
A rough hand pulled her gun hand behind her back and forced it up in an arm lock. Diane felt the pain as was simultaneously pushed against the metal door.
She brought her right leg up and stamped down hard on what she felt to be a foot. The figure yelped and Diane felt the grip loosen. Diane moved again at the door puling the handle. Just as it opened and she was part of the way out doorway, she was roughly grabbed from behind around the waist and pulled back. At the same time something soft clamped over her mouth and nose.
Diane caught the smell straight away. Chloroform!
The arm around her waist squeezed forcing air out of her lungs. Diane was forced to breathe in.
No! She thought this can't be happening. No!
Diane thrashed for all she was worth struggling wildly flaying everywhere.
She began to feel the overpowering effects of the drug. Her arms were beginning to feel like lead weights. Her legs became rubber.
'That's it.' Came a whispering voice in her right ear. 'Struggle all you want I love strugglers.'
Diane became furious he was goading her!
'Oh Diane that's so Good! You are a real spitfire.'
Everything was becoming dim. Diane thrashed more she felt his grip slacken then go tight again.
'Oh no you don't Diane. There's no escape for you. Just give into the lovely chloroform.'
The voice cooed so patronising.
Diane kicked and twisted.
'Ooohh Yessss Diane you're a real struggler I never figured you to be so strong and resilient.
The sickly smell was overpowering.
Diane felt her anger soar. 'Fucking bastard!' She thought. I'm going… going to… She felt her strength leave her. The drug was sapping her like a sponge. Her legs were no longer able to support her. Her arms now were like lead weights and her eyes, so heavy, so…
'That's it Diane just relax.'
Diane felt herself falling into a black abyss, her last thoughts were of the hard bulge rubbing against her back. He had a hard on from chloroforming her!
That was her last thought as she slipped into oblivion.
To Be Cont…
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