yelling something, but he was too focused on evading the threat to hear what she was saying.
They cleared downtown at sixty miles per hour and didn’t stop until a couple of miles north of the town.
“Holy shit, everyone okay?” he finally managed.
Jessie said , “Bexar, you’re bleeding, but I’m okay, and Keeley’s just scared.”
Touching his head , looking in the rearview mirror, Bexar realized that glass from the windshield had cut his face. He could also see daylight filtering through the small hole left by the bullet’s path through the roof of the Jeep.
“ Damn, that was close.” He dabbed at the blood with his shirt sleeve. “We’ve got to get to Maypearl and hope the others make it safely. I’m not sure we can do this on our own, and we really can’t keep traveling much longer.”
CHAPTER 11
Denver International Airport (DIA), Colorado
Ever since they’d started building the airport, so many conspiracy theorists had made so many different claims about it that most of America had written off the conspiracies as crazy, but Cliff was amazed at how right some had been. The simple fact was, the facility actually existed.
Some theorized that the facility was the size of a ten-story building but built underground. Others claimed that “the grays” were housed in the facility: the little gray aliens that made contact in New Mexico in 1947 after their craft had malfunctioned.
Some said it was “the greens,” a race of shapeshifting reptilian aliens, and even that the Bush family were a part of that race of otherworldly people. From there the claims grew even wilder, but what really set off the first round of theories was one of the murals painted in the airport right before it first opened. The infamous “Children of the World Dream of Peace” mural had an imperialistic-looking soldier with a sword, machine gun, and gas mask; to the conspiracy theorists this alluded to what really lay beneath DIA, except that it wasn’t a New World Order launching pad with aliens, it was simply a facility to replace the Greenbrier bunker in West Virginia that had been exposed by the media in 1992. Regardless, Cliff still found it ironic that he was currently one hundred feet below the Great Hall at DIA, on the run, and hiding in the super-secret facility from a super-secret government experiment that had gone wrong.
Cliff crawled through a service corridor between the isolated interior walls of the facility and the cut -rock face underground. This was not the fight that Cliff had trained for when he had been recruited as a college athlete in ROTC at St. Olaf University. After graduating with a degree in Business Administration and a minor in German Studies, Cliff was whisked away to the secret training facility in Virginia known simply as “The Farm.”
After two years of intense training that rivaled what Tier-1 military special forces operators endured, Cliff then spent another two years learning specific spy tradecraft to operate sans diplomatic cover in foreign lands. Cliff was a seasoned tactical operator, but he was primarily a spy who had spent the last two years undercover as a Canadian-based clothing manufacturer in mainland China.
During his two years in China, Cliff had been trying to gather information about a possible secret Chinese facility that housed ancient artifacts from Tibet. The intelligence that his department had received was that the Chinese military had taken possession of an ancient technology, possibly alien in origin, from the Soviet Union during the collapse of the communist government. The Soviet Union had stolen the technology from Nazi Germany in 1945, who had found the artifacts during the Himmler and Hess expeditions to Tibet. The Nazi plan for a super-human army had hinged on the mythology surrounding the Tibetan artifacts, which to Himmler were sacred to his occult beliefs.
The artifacts contained spores that could bring dead primates back to life, but
They cleared downtown at sixty miles per hour and didn’t stop until a couple of miles north of the town.
“Holy shit, everyone okay?” he finally managed.
Jessie said , “Bexar, you’re bleeding, but I’m okay, and Keeley’s just scared.”
Touching his head , looking in the rearview mirror, Bexar realized that glass from the windshield had cut his face. He could also see daylight filtering through the small hole left by the bullet’s path through the roof of the Jeep.
“ Damn, that was close.” He dabbed at the blood with his shirt sleeve. “We’ve got to get to Maypearl and hope the others make it safely. I’m not sure we can do this on our own, and we really can’t keep traveling much longer.”
CHAPTER 11
Denver International Airport (DIA), Colorado
Ever since they’d started building the airport, so many conspiracy theorists had made so many different claims about it that most of America had written off the conspiracies as crazy, but Cliff was amazed at how right some had been. The simple fact was, the facility actually existed.
Some theorized that the facility was the size of a ten-story building but built underground. Others claimed that “the grays” were housed in the facility: the little gray aliens that made contact in New Mexico in 1947 after their craft had malfunctioned.
Some said it was “the greens,” a race of shapeshifting reptilian aliens, and even that the Bush family were a part of that race of otherworldly people. From there the claims grew even wilder, but what really set off the first round of theories was one of the murals painted in the airport right before it first opened. The infamous “Children of the World Dream of Peace” mural had an imperialistic-looking soldier with a sword, machine gun, and gas mask; to the conspiracy theorists this alluded to what really lay beneath DIA, except that it wasn’t a New World Order launching pad with aliens, it was simply a facility to replace the Greenbrier bunker in West Virginia that had been exposed by the media in 1992. Regardless, Cliff still found it ironic that he was currently one hundred feet below the Great Hall at DIA, on the run, and hiding in the super-secret facility from a super-secret government experiment that had gone wrong.
Cliff crawled through a service corridor between the isolated interior walls of the facility and the cut -rock face underground. This was not the fight that Cliff had trained for when he had been recruited as a college athlete in ROTC at St. Olaf University. After graduating with a degree in Business Administration and a minor in German Studies, Cliff was whisked away to the secret training facility in Virginia known simply as “The Farm.”
After two years of intense training that rivaled what Tier-1 military special forces operators endured, Cliff then spent another two years learning specific spy tradecraft to operate sans diplomatic cover in foreign lands. Cliff was a seasoned tactical operator, but he was primarily a spy who had spent the last two years undercover as a Canadian-based clothing manufacturer in mainland China.
During his two years in China, Cliff had been trying to gather information about a possible secret Chinese facility that housed ancient artifacts from Tibet. The intelligence that his department had received was that the Chinese military had taken possession of an ancient technology, possibly alien in origin, from the Soviet Union during the collapse of the communist government. The Soviet Union had stolen the technology from Nazi Germany in 1945, who had found the artifacts during the Himmler and Hess expeditions to Tibet. The Nazi plan for a super-human army had hinged on the mythology surrounding the Tibetan artifacts, which to Himmler were sacred to his occult beliefs.
The artifacts contained spores that could bring dead primates back to life, but
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