"What do you know about the ACIO?" McGavin asked.
"Just what I read in the instructions you sent me last week," Darrell replied. "I've been in intelligence for twenty-nine years. Not even a rumor about such an organization reached my ears."
"Do you mind if I smoke?" Darrel asked, pulling out a pack of cigarettes.
"No, not at all. If you don't mind me having a drink," McGavin responded.
They exchanged smiles, and the tension in the room dissipated like smoke in the air blown away by a strong wind.
Darrel had very short, light brown hair. He was tall, with about ten extra kilos, mainly in his abdomen. Despite his physical stature, his glasses gave him a studious appearance.
"I have to be honest with you, sir," Darrel began. "I don't know much about extraterrestrials or the advanced technologies they might produce. My expertise lies in strategy, planning for infiltration into enemy territory. But..."
"So, when you read the instructions," McGavin interrupted abruptly, "did you think I was interested in your experience with ETs, technology, or infiltration?"
"On the last, sir," Darrell responded.
"Well, I'm glad we've established that," McGavin said, taking a sip of his drink.
"What we want," McGavin continued, "is to install you as our shadow agent in the Chaco Project."
"Chaco Project?" Darrell inquired.
"I just found out the name of the official ACIO project this morning. It wasn't in your information report. It's related to recent activities concerning an artifact discovered in New Mexico."
McGavin placed a folder on the table. "Make a copy," he instructed, pointing to the fax/copier machine in the corner. "This contains everything the ACIO wants us to know. It may be tampered with, but it's better than what you know now."
As Darrel made the copies, he asked, "Does this 'Fifteen' guy have any real power outside the NSA?"
McGavin smiled at the innocent question. "His power extends far beyond the NSA."
Darrel turned with surprise. "How is that possible?"
"You really don't know much about the ACIO, do you?" McGavin chuckled. "Fifteen was expelled from school for tarnishing his professors' reputations. He's an anti-authoritarian genius, uncontrolled by anyone."
"If he's so intelligent, why was he expelled?" Darrel asked.
"He published a critical article about the teaching staff, which angered the faculty. He was kicked out two weeks later, once things settled down," McGavin explained.
Darrel continued copying documents, fuming at the cigar clenched between his lips. "So, how did a guy like that become executive director of the ACIO?"
"I don't know," McGavin admitted. "No one does, except maybe the retired director of the NSA, and he's not one to share. But Bell Labs hired him when he was only eighteen, shortly after he earned a doctorate in quantum physics and mathematics."
"At Bell Laboratories, he developed black box technologies for the government. While there, he created a tracker system for satellite reconnaissance systems, which caught the NSA's attention. That's how we learned about him," McGavin explained.
"You're kidding," Darrel said, astonished.
"No," McGavin replied, shaking his head. "This man is incredibly brilliant, but he's also dangerous. He's managed to control the ACIO and sells technologies to private industry and governments behind our backs."
"But how could he pull that off? It doesn't make sense; we have the best intelligence network in the world," Darrel protested.
"There are elements of a world government, stealthier than any state government, including North Korea. Our intelligence network was designed to monitor these elements," McGavin said.
"Do you mean the Mafia?" Darrel asked.
"No, not the Mafia," McGavin clarified. "I mean elite plutocrats who control the world's financial markets. They're the ones Fifteen works with, and they're the ones with real power. Not the politicians, the Mafia, or even the military. They're essentially puppets of this network..."
"And what's the name of... this group of elitists?" Darrel inquired.
"They don't have an official name. Some call them the Illuminated Ones or the Bilderberg Group, but those are just pseudonyms. We refer to them as the Incunabula. We don't know their organization or mode of operation, but we suspect they get a lot of their technology from the ACIO... and Fifteen is in cahoots with them," McGavin revealed.
"And he wants me to infiltrate the ACIO to uncover this connection to the Incunabula?" Darrel clarified.
"Incunabula," McGavin corrected.
As Darrel finished copying the file, he returned to his seat to light another cigar. He handed the original file back to McGavin with a brief smile.
"It's a damn shame," McGavin sighed.
"What, sir?" Darrel inquired.
"It's a shame you're not cut out for infiltration. Your experience with the Russian Mafia doesn't qualify you for this job. The ACIO is impenetrable. We've tried and failed so many times that I'm tired of that approach. What I need is for you to turn our maximum security manager, a guy named James. We need a defector to confirm our suspicions. With the information he could provide, I could bring down Fifteen and his little empire."
"What are Evans's weaknesses?" Darrel asked, his voice cold and calculating.
"Firstly, he's a former Navy SEAL," McGavin began.
"So that's why you love me," Darrel quipped.
"Partly," McGavin agreed with a wink. "He's also half Irish."
"Any signs he might cooperate or be motivated to defect?" Darrel pressed on.
"About six months ago, we intercepted a conversation between Evans and his subordinate, Jenkins. Evans said some things that led us to believe he might be persuaded to defect if he's provided protection..."
"What kind of protection, sir?" Darrel asked.
"We don't have all the details, but the higher up you go in the ACIO, the more they prioritize your loyalty. They use implants to ensure obedience. We're not sure what type, but the real obstacle to defection is their Remote Viewing technology. No one leaves because they're convinced they'll be found through OR technology."
"I don't understand. OR technology, what is that?" Darrel questioned.
"I'll explain it simply," McGavin said, his voice becoming more disjointed. "They have physicists who can look into a crystal ball and see you, like the Wicked Witch from the Wizard of Oz."
"And do they also see pink elephants?" Darrel laughed. "The more you tell me about this group, the more I feel like I'm in the Twilight Zone."
"Are you sure you're not ready to join me yet?" McGavin teased, holding up his glass enticingly. "Come on, the water's fine." He smiled, expecting Darrel's agreement.
"Sure, what the hell, if you don't mind, sir," Darrel replied.
"Not at all. I'd appreciate the company," McGavin said.
As McGavin made drinks, Darrel couldn't help but notice his aged appearance. Balding and with a mustache that seemed like his last hope of retaining hair, McGavin's physique had softened over the years.
"I could tell you stories about OR technology that would make your hair stand on end," McGavin said. "But I won't. We've figured out how to block it. It's in operation right now on this aircraft. We can install this technology in a room of any size, even an auditorium. We think Evans might defect if he's convinced he'll be taken care of financially, protected by our anti-OR technology, and given a new identity in the country of his choice."
He handed Darrel his drink, their glasses clinking in an unspoken toast.
"Trust me, you'll like this assignment," McGavin assured him, his eyes darting to a monitor displaying a message.
"Wait..." he said, moving toward the monitor with his drink. He clicked the mouse and opened an email file. "Damn it!"
"Could you wait outside for a few minutes? I need to take a phone call," McGavin requested.
Darrel nodded instinctively and stood up.
Samantha turned to Weber in silence. Albert was already heading towards the tunnel."We could," he replied, then turned to Albert. "Hey, maybe we should take out the artifact in the cave and see what happens. Maybe the tunnel isn't the correct approach."Albert stopped and turned to look at them. "Is there another way out here?""I don't know, maybe," Weber said. "I think we should look into it. Who knows what this thing can do once I'm inside the site."Albert reluctantly agreed.Weber unlocked the locks and opened the box. All the light rays converged on the metal surface of the artifact. It looked completely extraterrestrial, out of place inside the cavern, resembling a luminescent creature in the dark depths of the ocean.The artifact remained silent like the cave.Samantha leaned in with the light, her eyes fixed on the object. She touched it with uncertainty. With a murmur, something inside the object activated, causing it to vibrate. Its edges became blurred, and the artifact t
Albert stuck his head out. “I left my lamp with Collin and the rest. They seemed to be mesmerized by the painting of chamber twenty. I'm not an artist, but these paintings are amazing… it’s not like your rock art, right?”“No, unless you consider Picasso a caveman.”“This camera is different,” Albert finally said. “It is as if they had been spent a long time on its construction and they left it in its natural state.”Although chamber twenty-three was identical in shape and size, its walls, floor, and ceiling were rough and unfinished. The mural painting was the only surface of the chamber that was smoothed and polished like the other chambers. The floor was full of detritus, mainly pieces of rock that looked like some type of fiber.“Very strange,” said Weber, shaking his head slowly and rubbing his chin with his hand. “Did you see the artifact?”Albert followed Weber's light to a bright disk, 7.5 centimeters wide in diameter.“It's an optical disc. Hopefully, it explains what the hel
“Samanta had several encounters with the guidance device,” he began. “In one of these, he had a vision of the planet covered with lines of division and there were at least “three, maybe four additional areas that were possibly CTE sites.”“You mean Samantha saw an image from multiple sites?” asked Quince.“And that these images were received from the artifact?” Weber saw Quince's eyes shine and more intense verses. “That's what he told me.”“But the guidance device is destroyed,” Williams remarked. “How will we have multi-site verification?”Fifteen went to his desk and called his assistant.“Yes, sir,” said the pretty, soft voice.“Please find Samanta Folten and bring her to my office as soon as possible.”“Of course sir.”Weber's stomach fought to remain calm.“Well, let's see what we can learn from Samanta,” Quince said and leaned on his back. His chair. “It's not out of disrespect, Jamisson, but the vision is Samanta's and we must speak directly with her. OK?"“Of course,” Weber s
As Andrews and the ZEMI operator began their intricate testing procedures, Weber turned his attention to the artifact itself. It lay on a specially designed table in the center of the CAL, surrounded by various monitoring devices and instruments.Approaching the artifact, Weber felt a sense of awe and trepidation. It was a strange, otherworldly object, covered in intricate symbols and glyphs that seemed to pulse with a faint energy. Despite his extensive scientific background, Weber couldn't help but feel a sense of unease in its presence.He reached out hesitantly, his fingers hovering just above the surface of the artifact. It was cold to the touch, sending a shiver down his spine. Taking a deep breath, he steeled himself and made contact with the smooth, metallic surface.Instantly, Weber felt a surge of energy coursing through him, like a jolt of electricity. Images flashed before his eyes, fleeting glimpses of alien landscapes and ancient civilizations. He struggled to make sense
There were times when Hermann Weber was surprised by his job. Under the light cone of his desk lamp lay a certified mystery. A had been found week before in the high desert near Chaco Canyon at northern New Mexico and now, after three days extensive research, he was convinced that the artifact was not from Earth.Weber had already collected notes on the unusual artifact. The main characteristic, according to the students who found it, was that induced hallucinogenic images when held or touched. But regardless No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't induce anything resembling a hallucination. Such Maybe, he thought, the two students had been under the influence of drugs. That would explain the hallucinogenic property. However, no one could deny that the artifact projected an exotic, otherworldly presence.It was two in the morning and Weber's eyes were deprived of sleep. After compare the hieroglyphic markings of the Chaco Canyon object with similar markings of Linear B and Sumerian w
“Well, let's say it's ET, but not the ET's we send greeting cards to at Christmas, and these ETs visited us in our distant past. Let's suppose they were cartographers and decided to make a map of their settlement on Earth. Then they got bored of New Mexico - something easy to do - and no longer needed the map, so they left it there.”“This artifact was found above ground,” Weber reminded him. "Someone or something put it there and they did it recently, otherwise it would have been buried.”“Maybe it dug itself up,” Albert said quietly.Weber stepped back, suddenly feeling exhausted. He collapsed in a chair, ran his hands through his hair, and stretched, sighing deeply. Rubbing his neck, he said, “Maybe they have a sense of humor.”“Or they like to torture their victims with hints,” Albert proposed. "Remember our experience with the ALFAs?”“This is completely different. The linguistic structure of this breed is so dimensional that must lack telepathic abilities. Then why would they bu
The elevator doors opened before he could perceive the state of the elevator. It was time, but he knew he would be underground all day tomorrow. Furthermore, the weather wasn't exactly volatile in Southern California.The top location of the ACIO was 45 meters, or 12 stories above the executive offices and laboratories of the ACIO. The upper place was also a facade completely different: a single long story, built with stucco with projections similar to antennas and satellite dishes on the roof. The ACIO was, for those who might ask, a government climate center responsible for developing sophisticated instruments to assist the military United States and intelligence communities, to better predict, and even to control weather conditions around the globe. This was part of the mission of the ACIO. But only part of their budget and project plan were to these objectives.Of its 226 scientists, eleven specialized in the development of technologies related to climate. Most of them were relat
Weber always got a little nervous when he had to make a presentation to the Directors, especially when he was late. The laboratory results had taken longer than expected, as always. Damn data retort, he thought. However, he was pleased with the results and could hardly wait to present his findings. Albert was right: this shit was incredible. His stomach was both hungry and queasy. He took a drink of water from the fountain in the hallway outside the laboratory and headed to Quince's office. He reminded himself that he was a member of the Labyrinth Group, just like them. They weren't smarter than him; In fact, in terms of language, he was the world authority, even though no one except the ACIO knew it.The Labyrinth Group was a secret subgroup of the ACIO. When Quince took control of the ACIO in 1967, he felt that the National Security Agency (NSA – National Security Agency) was trivializing the ACIO agenda. He wanted to take advantage of the technologies that resulted from the PTT wit