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from here. The rest of the technicians assigned to this building are meeting the same fate.” He saw one of the younger lab-coated science technicians walk past while averting his eyes from the three men. “As soon as it is more convenient, of course.”
    The anger the young man was feeling was clearly demonstrated on his face after his gaze followed the tech off the scaffolding. He took a menacing step toward the man.
    “Take hold of your emotions, boy, it was not I who ordered this. I don’t kill children and close my eyes to science. But secrecy must be maintained, so I did not argue the decision that was made.”
    “But if we do not go along with your treason you will have no such concerns when it comes to killing us ?”
    “Again, you are precise in your assumption and your reasoning.”
    “What do you want of us?” the professor asked as he twisted his hands together.
    “Nothing other than to study and bring this machine back to life, as I believe it may be very beneficial for military use in the future. Oh, we will bury it, but we will be the only three to have a map to its location.”
    “Yes, we must protect this find,” the student said reluctantly, agreeing to this one point as he watched the man standing resolute before him.
    “Someday this will make you a great man, my young friend.” The bearded enforcer and traitor to his nation’s newest cause slapped the student on the back. “The professor is right; you are a very bright student.”
    With that quick smirk and gesture a deal was struck. The flying saucer was hidden from sight and the minds of those who thought it evil.
    The young beardless student looked from the man to the saucer below and its cold silver-colored beauty.
    The future president of the Republic of Iran smiled slightly. Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, a boy with very high political aspirations, and now one of three men who had knowledge of a captured UFO in his country’s possession, turned and walked confidently into his and his nation’s suddenly brighter future.
    CENTRAL ANTARCTICA
    1987
    The four men tried in vain to find shelter from the sudden storm that had erupted around them. They fought the gale-force wind as they crawled through the thick snow and ice. They had been on a British government–sponsored survey of the Bartle Slope, hoping to take core samples of the area they had long suspected of covering an ancient inland sea. Their equipment was now behind them and was no doubt three feet underneath the blowing snow and ice. If it hadn’t been for the safety lines attached at their waists they would have been separated to each die alone.
    Professor Early Standish of Oxford University finally fell to his knees as a sudden gust of wind that would have clocked in at over a hundred miles per hour struck him. He tried in desperation to hold on as the other three men in his small party hit the snow beside him.
    “We have to dig in!” he shouted as loud as he could. “This will bloody well end us if we don’t—”
    The snow and ice vanished beneath the team as his words fought their way through his frozen mouth. The professor dropped first, followed by the other three as solid earth became thin air in a split second of blurred motion. The four men hit solid ice and then the sensation of speed hit them as they started to slide. Soon the sun and light vanished as they fell away into darkness as the world seemed to open up underneath them. Bump after horrid bump bruised their already frozen bodies as they continued to slide into the open abyss. The safety rope connecting the men together tightened and then snapped as man after man hit his own speed as the hell ride continued.
    The professor felt the ice slide give way again to air as he fell from a small cliff and farther into darkness. He hit with a bone-crunching impact. He had his breath knocked from his lungs as he rolled onto his stomach and then felt his eyes burn in pain as he realized his goggles had been shattered. He felt