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the main door. Roy looked at it; it looked at Roy, and as their
eyes met Roy knew in an instant that he was not looking down at a human
being. It was a creature from somewhere else. The pleading look on its
face, occupying only a small frontal portion of its huge watermelon
sized skull, and the emotion of pain and suffering that played itself
behind Roy Danzer’s eyes and across his brain while he stared
down at the figure told Roy it was in its final moments of life. It
didn’t speak. It could barely move. But Roy actually saw, or
believed he saw, an expression cross over its little circle of a face.
And then the creature was gone, carried into the hospital by the
stretcher bearers, who shot him an ugly glare as they passed. Roy took
another drag on the cigarette butt still in his hand.
    “What the hell was that?” he asked no one
in particular. Then he felt like he’d been hit by the front
four of the Notre Dame football team.
    His head snapped back against the top of his spine as he went
flying forward into the arms of a couple of MPs, who slammed him
against an iron gate and kept him there until an officer - he thought
it was a captain - walked up and stuck his finger directly into
Danzer’s face.
    “Just who are you, mister?” the captain
bellowed into Danzer’s car. Even before Danzer could answer,
two other officers walked up and began demanding what authorization
Danzer had to be on the base.
    These guys weren’t kidding, Danzer thought to
himself; they looked ugly and were working themselves up into a serious
lather. For a few tense minutes, Roy Danzer thought he would never see
his family again; he was that scared. But then a major approached and
broke into the shouting.
    “I know this guy, ” the major said.
“He works here with the other civilian contractors.
He’s OK. ”
    “Sir, ” the captain sputtered, but the
major - Danzer didn’t know his name - took the captain by the
arm right out of earshot. Danzer could see them talking and watched as
the red faced captain gradually calmed down. Then the two returned to
where the MPs were holding Danzer against the wall.
    “You saw nothing, you understand?” the
captain said to Danzer, who just nodded. “You’re
not to tell anybody about this, not your family, not your friends -
nobody. You got that?”
    “Yes, sir, ” Danzer said. He was truly
afraid now.
    “We’ll know if you talk; we’ll
know who you talk to and all of you will simply disappear. ”
    “Captain, ” the major broke in.
    “Sir, this guy has no business here and if he talks
I can’t guarantee anything. ” The captain
complained as if he were trying to cover his ass to a superior who
didn’t know as much as he did.
    “So forget everything you saw, ” the major
said directly to Danzer. “And hightail it out of here before
someone else sees you and wants to make sure you stay silent.
”
    “Yes, SIR, ” Danzer just about shouted as
he extricated himself from the grip of the MPs on either side of him
and broke for his pickup truck on the other side of the base. He
didn’t even look back to see the team of soldiers carrying
the body bags of the remaining creatures into the hospital where,
before there were any other briefings, the creatures were prepared for
autopsy like bagged game waiting to be dressed.
    The rest of the story about that week has become the subject
of history. First, 509th base commander Bull Blanchard authorized the
release of the “flying saucer” story that was
picked up by news services and carried around the country. Then General
Roger Ramey at 8th Army Air Force headquarters in Texas ordered Maj.
Jesse Marcel to go back before the press and retract the flying saucer
story. This time, Marcel was ordered to say that he’d made a
mistake and realized the debris had actually come from a weather
balloon. Swallowing a story he himself never believed, Jesse Marcel
posed with some faked debris from an actual balloon and confessed to an
error he never