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Chapter 28 - Top Secret-Hide In Plain Sight

Updated on April 12, 2015

Top Secret: Hide In Plain Sight

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New World Order!

Chapter 28 Full Disclosure Meeting

Curtis placed a black rock at the last pole to the entrance to Edwards Air Force Base (EAFB). He was sure the altered human, Brad would see it and know he could talk to Curtis Thursday. They had much to discuss. This could be a big breakthrough.

Curtis placed a call to JR using his special contact lens. He needed calculations for the power requirements for global satellite broadcast coverage for the given resonate frequency to eradicate T. gondii. In addition, he needed to know how many satellites he needed and the cost/benefit of using cheaper low-level satellites vs. the expensive 22,000 miles up stationary satellites.

JR said he would have to research this and get back to him. Curtis gave him an update about his discovering the resonate frequency that would kill T. gondii.

Curtis asked for an update about Daemon’s supporters, or friends. JR said,

He was still working on it. There was an elaborate network of dead-ends, but he was sure he could produce an accurate list of Daemon’s supporters. He was trying an asset search of following the money that flowed into Daemon’s control.

There were many twists and turns built into the money trail. Daemon’s friends had obviously expected an attempt to track the funding sources and had gone to great lengths and detail to camouflage the transfers with comingling, legitimate businesses, and various countries’ reserves disguised as taxes, grants, drug monies and US educational grants to different states. One lead involves federal funding for Top Secret Black Box Projects.

It was time to test his apparent T. gondii resonant frequency discovery on a T. gondii infected mouse.

Curtis told JR he would give him an update about Brad’s visit Thursday.

The first task Curtis performed was to inform his quantum 3D computer he needed three mice and live T. gondii samples. Curtis wanted to test three mice to validate his research. Within five minutes, a Military Policeman (MP) walked in with a sealed package of T. gondii and a cage with three live healthy mice. Curtis knew it would take up to four days for the T. gondii infection to be detectible in the mice blood. He would verify the infection. He injected all three mice with T. gondii.

Daemon came into Curtis office. Curtis asked Daemon if he wanted to be inoculated against T. gondii infection. His blood test for T. gondii had come back positive. Curtis told Daemon his research had determined this treatment as being highly effective against T. gondii . There were no side effects with the following chemicals:

  • 25 mg pyrimethamine
  • 1 g sulfadiazine
  • 5 mg folinic acid

Daemon replied, yea, let’s both be inoculated. Wow. Daemon was taking no chances. Curtis gave himself and Daemon the shots. Perhaps this was an incremental breakthrough.

Perhaps the episode of the altered human, Brad experiencing full-blown schizophrenia episode had changed Daemon’s mind about gene splicing and experimenting with T. gondii for desired human behaviors. Hopefully, the unintended consequences would bring Daemon to his senses.

Daemon’s phone glowed red and Daemon answered. Curtis heard him say, “The X-37B payload.” Curtis knew that the X-37B was being developed by DARPA, the Defense Advanced Researched Projects Agency that had completed a series of approach and landing drop tests of the experimental X-37B vehicle using the White Knight airplane from Scaled Composites as a mother-ship at Mojave Air and Space Port.

It lands like the space shuttle, with the primary landing site at Vandenberg Air Force Base in California. Edwards Air Force Base is the backup landing site. It had a payload bay 7 feet by 4 feet. There was something very Top Secret about this reusable unmanned vehicle that could stay in orbit 270 days. It was obvious Daemon managed many Top Secret projects with differing needs and objectives.

Daemon walked away talking in a hushed voice. JR called Curtis using his special contact lens. He was worried about George. George told JR he was going to ask Daemon why he and JR were doing their research and what Daemon is going to do with the results. He is not a veterinarian, why would he want to know about T. gondii . He thinks something is weird and he wants to get to the bottom of it.

Curtis told JR to keep Daemon busy while he has a meeting with Brad, the altered human tomorrow morning. JR was uneasy about their project. Curtis reassured JR it would work out.

Just before the end of the day, Brad walked into Curtis office and said he had noticed the black rock placed at the telephone pole and wanted to confirm his meeting tomorrow at 10 am with Curtis. Curtis told Brad it was all set. Daemon would not be around. He would be at Mojave Air and Space Port in a meeting. Brad left without any more conversation. He appeared anxious.

Curtis needed time to plan an agenda for the meeting. This could be a big breakthrough, or a disaster. He had to be ready for either outcome. He had learned to expect the best, but be prepared for the worst.

Curtis called JR on his way home from work and invited him over to discuss the possibilities both negative and positive outcomes. JR agreed to meet him at 6 pm that Wednesday evening.

JR told Curtis as he sat down on his favorite recliner in Curtis’ living room, “George sure was asking lots of questions.” Curtis nodding his head, replied, “Let’s review our status.” Daemon’s goal of a New World Order could be achieved without our assistance using his authorized access and use of extensive government Top Secret technologies. Daemon wanted it all. He wants to develop a super soldier that will utilize his resources to achieve his New World Order. A world where he is in control, he decides right and wrong, and is the judge and jury.”

JR interrupted with, “Our own safety, including George’s depends on our success in our research in areas of altering human behaviors utilizing T. gondii. Perhaps we need to consult with George. This may save George’s life. If George was a security risk, he would be eliminated by Daemon immediately in a natural death event.”

JR placed a call to George. He invited George to a game of eight-ball at Curtis’ house. George asked, “You have Wild Turkey Whiskey?” JR replied, Bring your quart fruit jar. We have free refills.”

George was true to his reputation. Curtis heard him walking up to the front door singing another George Straight song, “Do the Right Thing.”

Do the right thing baby do the right thing
Go with your heart and do the right thing
Do the right thing baby do the right thing

With a belch, George asked, “Where is my Wild Turkey? You guys ready to get your ass whipped playing some eight-ball pool?”

JR poured George his Wild Turkey Straight up on the rocks. George tipped his western hat at JR and threw back a big gulp. Curtis asked George, “How can you drink that stuff straight? It takes like gasoline.” George replied, “It takes a man. You guys are still drinking from baby bottles with sweeteners in your drinks.”

Curtis was glad George was in a jovial, easy-going mood. Curtis asked George if he was ready to feel like a stepchild and get beat in a game of eight ball pool. George grabbed a pool stick. He was ready.

Curtis knew the truth was the best position to share with George. The stakes were too high for misstatements, or innuendos. He was going to give George the facts, as he knew them. Their lives depended on the truth.

George listened as Curtis gave him the details about Daemon. George grew quiet. Then he was very pensive. Curtis waited for a response. Silence.

JR and Curtis looked at each other. No one said anything. Three minutes passed. George did not look up. He kept his head down, examining the floor.

George raised his head. In a deadpan, expressionless voice, he recited an old folklore poem.

One fine day in the middle of the night,
Two dead boys got up to fight,
Back to back they faced each other,
Drew their swords and shot each other,

One was blind and the other couldn't, see
So they chose a dummy for a referee.
A blind man went to see fair play,
A dumb man went to shout "hooray!"

A paralyzed donkey passing by,
Kicked the blind man in the eye,
Knocked him through a nine inch wall,
Into a dry ditch and drowned them all,

A deaf policeman heard the noise,
And came to arrest the two dead boys,

If you don't believe this story’s true,
Ask the blind man he saw it too!

“What we have here, is a failure to communicate,” George summarized his reaction with another oxymoron, “I see said the blind man to his deaf daughter

as he picked up his hammer and saw. We have a new fine mess.”

Curtis took George’s reaction to be a clue to devise a plan. Curtis speaking to both JR and George, said, “The best defense is a good offense. You want me to be anxiously patient, with apathetic interest?”

Curtis relieved George had not panicked put his hand on George’s shoulder, “We are in this together. We must do our jobs in an outstanding manner. I will give you a pair of my special contact lens that has the ability to communicate in a manner that cannot be decrypted. Do not ask questions in the meantime. Our lives are at stake.”

George replied, “Now I know why we are getting paid such a high rate to research veterinary research.”

Curtis told George he could pick-up his special contacts tomorrow night at his house. He reminded him Daemon watched them and not to do, or say anything that would create problems. George understood. He got it. George was beginning to understand how serious and dangerous Daemon was. He asked Curtis, “What do I say tomorrow when I meet with Daemon?”

Curtis replied with an easy-going manner, “Trust yourself, you will be OK.” George decided it was time to go home

Curtis told JR he was prepared to talk to Brad tomorrow. He was going to tell him the truth and deal with whatever happens. He would tell JR the results ASAP.

JR called Curtis. He told Curtis Daemon was walking his office. Curtis was ready for Brad. Promptly at 10:00 am, Brad walked into Curtis’ office.

Curtis told Brad a summary about Daemon and his activities. Brad was indeed an elite professional. His demeanor did not change while he listened intently. Brad asked, “What do I need to do?”

Curtis answered, “I will give you a special pair of eye contact lens that will enable you to communicate with me. Do not be alarmed when you see your fellow elite pilots’ eyes that glow red. The contacts were designed to identify specially altered T. gondii infected humans.”

Steve replied he understood. He asked, “Could he be inoculated and eradicate T. gondii from his system?” Curtis replied, “I understand your valid concern. His special characteristics and attributes were because of the T. gondii infection. To maintain their existing relationship and the status quo, he must remain infected. His goal was to have the ability to globally eradicate T. gondii ASAP. He looked forward to the possibility of exploding cells of a nasty worldwide parasite. It would not only stop Daemon, but the world would benefit from the elimination of this ubiquitous parasite.”

Brad understood it was not only his life at stake. He accepted the risk to maintain being infected with the special altered T. gondii DNA. He agreed to come by Curtis’ house after work to get his special pair of eye contact lens. He would inform the others and no action, or further discussions about their concerns would occur. They would meet tomorrow.


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