U.F.O.3/ Paths of Fear Chapters 1-8, a U.F.O. Novelization

U.F.O. 3

Paths Of Fear
Chapters 1-8

Deborah A. Rorabaugh
Copyright April 15, 1997
Country of First Publication, United States of America

CHAPTER 1

------It was the second Friday of the month, the one day each month Ed Straker refused to permit SHADO to intrude. On the second Friday, Saturday when school was on, there were no U.F.O.s screaming in from space, there was no SHADO organization, he was not on call. This was the one day each month he could genuinely say he looked forward to. This was the day British divorce court documents allowed him to visit his son.
------John had been pestering him for the last two months, since school broke up, for a visit to Harlington-Straker Studios. Today, after some serious consideration, Straker agreed to give his eight and a half year old son a tour of the production facilities the boy found so fascinating. The boy had no knowledge of the real reason for the studios, naturally, to hide the existence of SHADO Headquarters, eighty feet below the sets, offices and sound stages.
------There was a new McDonald's restaurant just a mile down the road from the studios. After the obligatory hamburgers and french fries, they spent the afternoon exploring the back lots, nooks and crannies of the film studios.
------They hitched a ride on an antique fire engine being moved from one area to another. John was allowed to ring the brass bell. He was delighted. So was his father.
------It was getting late in the day when Straker and John started back to his ex-wife's house. The house Straker had paid for and now belonged to another man, her husband of ten months.
------"Dad," John said. "Do I have to go home yet?"
------"We're already half an hour late," Straker replied.
------John, still full of energy even after a long day, started pushing buttons on the car's console control panel. The radio blared onto a rock station. John quickly shut it off with a careful glance at his father, as if expecting to be yelled at.
------Straker tried to look stern, but he couldn't. He gave John a grin instead. His son grinned back and turned the radio back on. After a little bit, Straker adjusted the station to one more to his own liking.
------"Nearly home, John," Straker said as the car turned onto the road to the house. John didn't answer. Straker glanced over to see his son simply looking out the window, a wistful expression on his young face.
------"How'd you make out with the model boat I sent you?" Straker asked, trying to break the suddenly somber mood.
------John's expression brightened. "I finished it."
------"You finished it?" Straker said in surprise. The label on the model had said it was for older children. He knew John liked model building, especially boats, so he had sent it anyway. He had supposed John would need help with it, but apparently not.
------The car phone buzzed. Straker flicked off the radio and picked up the handset It was Alec Freeman. SHADO was on alert.
------"I'll be back around six," Straker told him, checking his watch. He hung up the phone, his thoughts already switching over to SHADO and his other life.
------Paul Foster was at the health research center for the next two weeks. S.I.D. had another fifteen minutes of program time missing. Whoever had used the time had covered their tracks well. Major Graham hadn't been able to track it down yet and he was one of their best electronics people. It was just one of a series of annoyances waiting for him at work.
------"Would you like to see it?" John asked, derailing Straker's train of thought. Straker tried to recall the conversation before the phone call.
------"The boat, Dad," John reminded him with only the slightest touch of exasperation.
------"Oh, sure. Bet I do." SHADO could wait for a few more minutes.

* * *

------SHADO's underground control center was the scene of sudden, urgent activity. Two U.F.O.s were on their way to Earth.
------Alec Freeman checked a readout on one of the monitors. Then, he moved over to his usual place, behind the senior control room operative at the main tracking station.
------"They're still maintaining course," Ford announced.
------"Termination?" Freeman asked.
------"Should be through any second," Ford answered, checking the readout on his screen.
------"What happened to the interceptors?"
------"They didn't make contact," Ford told him.
------"What?"
------"They're coming in too fast."
------Lieutenant Gay Ellis, Moonbase Commander, came on the video screen above Ford's tracking screen.
------"Moonbase to control. Speed sol 1.4."
------Freeman simply shook his head. The aliens were coming in way too fast. They were going to crash and SHADO was going to have to pick up the pieces. Freeman could only hope the two craft didn't crash into a heavily populated area, otherwise there'd be hell to pay.
------"They're changing course," Ford announced, eyes glued to the screen. Freeman leaned close over Ford's shoulder, peering at the screen for confirmation.
------"Correction," the operative said. "One maintaining flight path. The second," He waited for numbers to appear from the computer. "New course 042 183."
------"One's veered off?" Freeman repeated. It didn't make sense. Why was only one of them heading for Earth?

* * *

------Straker's car pulled the car into the gravel driveway in front of his ex-wife's house. He noted that the house had some work done to it. There was fresh paint on the windows. The garden at the side of the house looked very nice. Mary had liked gardening. It looked like she still did.
------"I'll go and get the boat," John announced, climbing out of the gull-winged Omen. "Wait for me, Dad."
------Straker smiled and nodded. He watched as John ran up to the front door.
------The door opened and Mary, John's mother, stepped out onto the upper step. John ran past her, into the house.
------Straker climbed out of his car and simply stood beside it. "Hello, Mary," was all he could say.
------"Hello, Ed," she replied. Her tone was cool. "You're late."
------"Yes, we were having such a great time," Straker started to explain. Her expression showed she wasn't interested in explanations. "I thought an extra half hour..." He let his voice trail off. He'd blown it again.
------A voice came from inside the house. "Mary?" Straker recognized the voice as Max Rutland, her new husband.
------Mary glanced back into the house. "Can you make it a week later next month?" she asked. "Say, the 18th?"
------"The 18th? Yes, that'll be fine," he agreed. He had little choice in the matter. With very little effort, she could arrange that he never see his son again. Even being C-in-C of SHADO wouldn't help. "Listen, I'd like to talk to you about John. Is he ... ?"
------"No, no," she interrupted. "He's fine. We're both fine."
------"Mary?" Rutland called again from inside the house. She turned as her husband came to the door. Steven Rutland was a heavy set man with dark hair and a full beard.
------Straker had a hard time understanding what Mary saw in the man. He was in construction, Straker knew that much. Security had a file on him because of his relationship with her but Straker hadn't read it. He didn't want to know more about the man than he had to.
------"We're all perfectly all right," Mary said. Rutland's glare said Straker's presence was no longer wanted, if it ever had been.
------"Johnny wanted to show me something," Straker said. Mary's expression didn't change.
------"I think you'd better go," she said. "I'll explain to Johnny."
------"Right." Straker already knew what her explanation would be. That he'd simply left, not interested enough to stay.
------"Goodbye, Ed," she called as he got back into his car.

* * *

------From his upstairs bedroom, John heard the car engine start. He ran to the open window to see his father's car backing out of the driveway. "Dad?"
------He ran down the stairs, model boat in hand. He ducked his mother's hand as he ran through the open door after his father's car.

* * *

------Straker's car had only moved a few car lengths when he heard the squeal of brakes behind him. He looked into the rearview mirror just in time to see a small sports car skid past the driveway.
------John didn't see the sports car, or if he did, it was too late. There was a sickening thud as the car's fender and headlamp caught John, throwing him to the side of the road.
------Straker stopped his car to look back in horrified disbelief. He watched Mary run down the driveway into the road. She screamed her son's name.
------Straker left his car in the middle of the road and ran back to where John lay. The glass from the shattered headlamp was strewn across the road. The driver of the car had climbed out of his vehicle.
------"I couldn't do a thing," he was saying. "He just came running out."
------"Johnny?" Mary cried. John didn't stir. She turned and saw Straker standing above her. "Ed?"
------He said nothing. There was nothing he could say.
------"Well, do something!" she screamed at him.

* * *

------The trip to the hospital was little more than a blur. Straker simply followed the ambulance carrying his son to the nearest hospital. The attendants let Mary and her husband ride in the ambulance. Straker stood by and watched in near shock as the attendants delivered his son to the emergency room.
------A nurse directed him to the waiting area in the hospital lobby. Mary was already there, waiting for her husband. Straker assumed Rutland was handling the necessary paper work. Mary sat in a chair, arms close around her. She didn't look at him, didn't even acknowledge his presence in the same room.
------After a time, Rutland came in and sat beside his wife. He lit a cigarette, but didn't bother offering Straker one. He didn't even bother to ask if it was all right to smoke in the lobby.
------Straker simply sat, resting his head in his hands as he waited for news. It was already after six. He was late for work. Alec would get worried soon, but he didn't care. He looked across to Mary. Her face was ashen with shock and grief. Her husband just sat there, smoking his cigarette.
------A door opened and a nurse stepped into the waiting area.
------"The doctor will see you in a moment," she said. "They came out of the theater ten minutes ago." She paused before answering the unspoken question that lay in the air. "He's as well as can be expected."
------Straker heard the doubt in her voice.

* * *

------In SHADO Control, Alec Freeman waited for more information on the one U.F.O. that was still coming in like a bat out of hell. He paced the floor behind the operatives, stopping occasionally to watch the various radar screens.
------"Termination coming through," Ford finally announced.
------Tamara Paulson picked up the data stream: "Ireland, west coast."
------"It's still coming in too fast," Ford reported.
------"Range seven million," Paulson read aloud.

* * *

------On Moonbase, the operatives rechecked their radar readings one more time.
------"Confirmed, one decimal four," Nina Barry read off her screen.
------Ellis activated the communications link to Earth and SHADO Control.
------"Moonbase to SHADO Control. We still have Ufo on positive track," she said. "Confirm speed, Sol one decimal four."

* * *

------Freeman watched the radar and information systems operators as they continued to track the one streak that denoted a U.F.O. coming to Earth.
------"It must slow soon," Freeman muttered to himself.
------ "Range twenty-five thousand," Paulson read from her monitor. "Reducing speed."
------"Alert ground radar," Freeman barked out the order
------Ford made the announcement: "All radar stations, areas B142 and 144 -- red alert. I say again, red alert."

* * *

------In the hospital waiting area, Straker, Mary and her husband waited.
------There was something about hospital waiting rooms that made them all seem the same. Straker remembered another waiting room, eight and a half years before. It wasn't Mary and her new husband then. It was Mary's father, John Oster, waiting with him for news. Both of them were afraid to break a peace made fragile by Mary's hysterical accusations of infidelity.
------Mary was eight months' pregnant. She already had her bags packed when he walked in that morning after an overlong staff meeting at a flat in London. The flat had belonged to Nina Barry, one of SHADO's first recruits.
------Mary was coming down the stairway in their house. He hadn't understood what it meant, the suitcase, the envelope in her hand. He found out soon enough.
------"You shouldn't be carrying that," he'd said, taking the suitcase from her and setting on the step beside him. She was upset, lips trembling. Her eyes were red, her face tear stained.
------"I'm leaving you, Ed," she said. She handed him the envelope. "I've explained it all in the letter."
------"Wait a minute," he said. He couldn't believe what was happening. "If something's the matter, I want to hear it from you, Mary."
------"I know," she said. "Don't you understand? I know everything."
------Straker's heart froze in his chest. "What do you know?"
------She didn't answer.
------"Tell me what you know!" He found himself shouting.
------"My mother had you followed," she said finally. There was bitterness in her voice.
------"Go on," he instructed, barely able to breathe for fear of what she might say.
------"You were followed to the flat with the girl," Mary said.
------He couldn't believe the relief he felt. It was simply a misunderstanding, easy enough to clear up. He reached out for her. "Mary..."
------"Don't touch me!" she nearly screamed. He stepped back and nearly fell.
------"Mary, darling, I can explain everything," he tried.
------"Don't," she said. Her tone was venomous. "It's dirty enough, don't lie."
------Straker was appalled. He had never lied to her. He had simply not told her those things security would not permit him to tell. That wasn't the same as a lie.
------"The man was here this morning," she continued, a little more calmly. "He even had photographs with the time, everything."
------There was a knock at the door. He didn't know who it was but it didn't matter.
------Straker came to a decision. "Mary, darling, I can explain it to you."
------"I don't want to hear," she said.
------"Please, just listen to me, will you?" He found himself begging.
------She wouldn't. "No, just give me my case," she said.
------Straker lost his temper. "No, you're not going anywhere," he said. "You're gonna' stay right here and listen!" It was ridiculous. He was willing, for the first time in their marriage, to tell her about SHADO, to tell her everything, to risk his own life, if it came to that, and she wouldn't listen.
------The knocking at the door became more insistent and he heard Mary's father outside. "What's going on in there?"
------"I'm coming, Dad," she called to him. She turned back to her husband. "No, Ed, don't you understand? I've had enough!"
------"All right, I'll tell you everything," he said.
------"What's going on in there?" Mary's father called.
------"No. It's no good, Ed," she said, refusing to even consider.
------"Everything!" he promised. He no longer cared about the consequences.
------She began screaming at him. "I can't take it anymore. I can't take it!"
------Straker slapped her to stop the screaming and then was overwhelmed with horror that he had actually hit his wife. In his entire life, he had never raised his hand in anger to anyone.
------Outside, Mary's father started shouting. "Mary, Mary, what's the matter? Open the door, Mary!" He began to pound on the door.
------Straker was in shock. He couldn't believe what he'd been driven to. He moved aside to let her pass. It didn't register that her case was still beside him. She bent down to pick it up and fell, head first down the rest of the steps.
------"Oh my God." He ran down to check on her. She was unconscious. He opened the front door for her father, then picked up the phone on the hallway table. Mary's father started to go to her.
------"Don' touch her!" Straker nearly shouted. Her father backed off, but the look he gave his son-in-law could have killed.
------They waited, he and Mary's father, in a waiting room not unlike this one. Waited, separated by only an arms length, if that. Separated by an impenetrable immensity of secrets and assumptions, accusations and misunderstandings.
------Rain beat on the windows. They were the tears he couldn't shed for what could never be.
------"Your wife has an internal hemorrhage," the doctor came out to tell them. After all this time, Straker could no longer remember his name.
------"They're taking her into the theater now, but I shall have to perform a cesarean section."
------Straker simply nodded his understanding and the doctor began to head toward the door he came through.
------"Oh, Doctor... ," Straker called after him, finally finding his tongue.
------The doctor stopped and looked back at him, a little puzzled.
------"If there's any complication," he started haltingly. "If you have to choose between my wife..." He couldn't finish the sentence.
------"I understand," the doctor assured him.
------It only felt like an eternity before a nurse came out.
------"It's a boy!" she announced with a smile.
------"How's my wife?" Straker asked. The nurse's expression became more serious.
------"The doctor will be out in a moment," she said.
------Mary's father clapped him on the shoulder. He was smiling. He had a grandson.
------After a moment, the doctor came out again. There was blood on his smock. Mary's blood.
------"How is she, Doctor?" Straker asked.
------"As well as can be expected," the doctor said. His expression was solemn, as if he wasn't saying everything.
------"She'll be all right?" Straker insisted.
------"Yes."
------"When can I see her?"
------The doctor smiled, finally. "When she wakes up, but only for a few minutes."
------"How's my son?" Straker asked, almost as an afterthought.
------The doctor laughed. "He's fine."

* * *

------In this waiting room, in this hospital, Mary finally looked over at him. She straightened in her seat and pushed a lock of hair away from her face. The door at the end of the lobby opened again and a fairly young man in surgical scrubs stepped out. He looked around and then came over to the seating area. There was blood on his smock, too. Johnny's blood.
------"Mrs. Rutland. I'm Doctor Segal," the man introduced himself. He took a seat so he could face Mary and her husband.
------"How is he?" Mary asked. There was a tremor in her voice.
------Segal's expression became more serious. "The boy has a broken right femur and a compound fracture of the tibia and fibula," He paused, as if trying to find a better way of breaking the bad news. "There was serious internal rupture and hemorrhage. He's been given a transfusion."
------His report was not reassuring.
------"May we see him?" Mary asked.
------"Not for the moment, I'm afraid," Segal said. "As you probably know, your son has an allergy to antibiotics."
------"Yes, when he was just a baby," Mary began. She broke off, as if unable to continue.
------"When he was three months old, he was critically ill from a teromycine injection," Straker told the physician. Segal gave him a curious look.
------"I'm the boy's father," Straker explained.
------"I see," Segal said. He turned back to Mary and her present husband, shifting his position just enough to include Straker in the discussion. "Well, the problem is one of elimination. We need to find a suitable antibiotic. It takes time."
------Straker looked over at Mary. Her face was drawn tight with worry.
------"There must be something," Straker insisted.
------Segal considered the question a moment. "Well, there's the new American hypo-allergenic drug."
------"Will it do the job?" Straker demanded.
------"It's been fully tested," Segal said. "But supplies are still extremely limited."
------"But available." It was a statement, not a question.
------"In America, yes, but we need it urgently," Segal said. "Within the next few hours."
------"We could have some flown over," Rutland suggested. He was finally doing something. I'll charter a plane if necessary."
------"I'm afraid there isn't time," Segal said.
------"I'll take care of it," Straker said, voice low.
------"What are you talking about?" Rutland asked impatiently. "How can you?"
------Something in Rutland's voice irritated him. "I said I'll take care of it. He's still my son," Straker reminded him, voice going hard. He turned to the doctor.
------"If you'll give me the details, Doctor," Straker said.
------"Yes, naturally," Segal said. He went to the desk in front of the lobby doors.
------An electronic chirp sounded. Straker grimaced and pulled a beeper from his jacket pocket, checking the number. SHADO. He turned it off, and dropped it back in his pocket.
------He turned to Mary. "I have to leave."
------"You always had to leave," Mary responded bitterly.
------Rutland put his arm around his wife. "We'll stay and see the boy through, Mary." It was a direct hit. Straker found himself clenching his fists as if he were preparing for Rutland's next strike to be a physical one. He had to force himself to loosen his hands as Doctor Segal returned with a slip of paper.
------"Tell your contact to ask for Doctor Ashley," Segal instructed, handing Straker the paper.
------Straker nodded and turned on his heel to leave, unwilling, unable, to look back at his ex-wife and her new husband.

* * *

------In his car, heading back to the studios and SHADO H.Q., Straker placed a call to his own office.
------"Miss Ealand?" he said when the receiver was picked up on the other end.
------"Yes, sir?" Miss Ealand's clear voice came over the phone.
------"Contact our people in New York. I want a special courier to pick up a drug from the Westmore Hospital. Take down these details," he instructed. He read off the note Segal had given him.

CHAPTER 2

------Alec Freeman watched as information concerning the incoming U.F.O. flashed on the monitor.
------"Four thousand, eight hundred miles from impact," Ford read off.
------"Speed?" Freeman asked.
------"Eighteen thousand knots," came Ford's answer.
------"He'll never make it," Freeman responded.
------"We have it on ground radar," Ford said after a moment.

* * *

------Unseen by human observers, the alien craft leveled off. It emitted an eery whine as a small life capsule ejected. The capsule settled softly to the soil of a wild, sparsely populated corner of Ireland. The larger ship careened into the sea.

* * *

------"Impact confirmed," Ford announced as the data came onto his screen.
------"Do we have grid reference?" Freeman asked.
------"Yes, sir. IGR B-142-08," Ford read from his screen. "Just off the west coast of Ireland."
------"Tell Carlin to overfly the area."
------"Yes, sir," Ford acknowledged. He nodded to Paulson at her own station. She pressed a series of buttons on her own panel.
------"This is SHADO control to Skydiver. Sky-One immediate launch, proceed to area B-142 -08," Paulson ordered.
------Freeman turned back to Ford. "It's crazy, coming in at that speed."
------"Could it have been damaged?" Ford wondered aloud.
------"I don't see how," Freeman said. "The interceptors didn't get near it."
------"Well the aliens don't usually make that kind of mistake," Ford reminded his superior.
------"At least it shows they're fallible," Freeman said, but he didn't really believe that was the explanation.

* * *

------In her office at Harlington-Straker Studios, Miss Ealand was finishing her filing for the day. She looked up as the outer door opened and Commander Straker walked in.
------"Has that drug been picked up, Miss Ealand?" he asked without preamble.
------"Yes, sir. They're taking it straight to the airport," she reported.
------"Fine. I'll make the arrangements with the transporter," he told her, heading into the inner office that would take him down to SHADO headquarters, eighty feet below.
------"Yes, sir," Miss Ealand said. She looked up to find she was speaking to empty air.

* * *

------Freeman was still pondering the bizarre behavior of the U.F.O. when Straker walked into the control center.
------"What's the situation, Alec?" Straker asked. He barely paused as he headed to his real office in SHADO Headquarters. Freeman fell into step with him.
------"Two Ufos. One veered off 10 million miles out. The other crashed, Western Ireland."
------Freeman glanced at Straker to discover the other man wasn't really listening. There was a tense worry in his eyes.
------"Its entry speed was too high," Freeman volunteered.
------"Right." Straker murmured, still not paying attention. They walked into his office.
------"Sky one is on its way to search for the wreckage, though I doubt if there'll be much left to see," Freeman continued.
------"Fine."
------Freeman peered at Straker as he settled behind his desk. Straker seemed distant and preoccupied, more than he usually was after a visit with his son.
------"Everything all right?" Freeman asked.
------"Is it ever?" Straker asked back.
------Freeman watched the other man a moment longer, then: "Well, I was going to grab a bite to eat. Care to join me?"
------"No, that's all right, Alec. I've got a few things to clear up here," Straker replied. "You go ahead."
------There was something there Freeman couldn't quite put his finger on. An anxiety Freeman rarely saw in his commanding officer, his friend. "Right," Freeman agreed slowly. "I'll see you later."
------He walked to the door and looked back. Straker had settled back in his leather chair and was staring off into space. Again, Freeman had the sense of wrongness he couldn't identify as the office doors closed behind him.

* * *

------Finally alone, Straker keyed the intercom to the duty officer.
------"Tell the transporter in New York to stand by for immediate take off," he instructed.
------"But, it isn't due to leave for another seven hours, sir," Ford reminded his commanding officer.
------"I believe I said immediate take off," Straker said, voice going cold.
------"Yes, sir," Ford replied.

* * *

------In the control room, Ford gave Paulson a worried look. He, too, had sensed something wrong.

* * *

------In the office, Straker picked up the phone that linked his office with Miss Ealand's desk upstairs.
------"No calls, Miss Ealand," he instructed. "And get me 014-212."
------He waited for the connection to be made, for the phone to ring. When it did, he grabbed it.
------"Maisefield Hospital," The voice on the other end of the line said.
------"Intensive care unit please, I'm enquiring about a patient," he explained to the voice. "A young boy, John Straker."
------"I'm sorry, but there is no patient by that name here," the voice said.
------"But there must be," Straker protested.
------"We have a John Rutland listed," the voice said, trying to be helpful.
------"John Rutland," Straker repeated. "Yes, he could be under that name."
------"No change, sir."
------"No change? Thank you." He put the phone down slowly. They had finally done it. They had taken away his son's name. He wondered whose idea it was, Mary's or her husband's. John hadn't mentioned using his stepfather's name. Had John been afraid to tell him? Had their poison finally done its work and made his own son afraid of him?

* * *

------Sky-One flew in low over the designated target area. Peter Carlin peered through the cockpit windscreen at the rocky beach below.
------"Sky-One to control," he said, keying the microphone in his helmet. "Looks like it crashed about a hundred yards offshore."

* * *

------Sky-One's engines echoed in the night sky over western Ireland. An isolated country cottage reverberated with the thrum of its jets as it flew overhead.
------Inside the cottage, a log fire burned on the grate to ward off the night's chill.
------James Green, a slim, balding, country doctor, put his stethoscope into his medical bag. "Well, Mrs. O'Connor, there's not a lot wrong with you," he told his patient, a grandmotherly widow of 65.
------"I could have told you that myself, doctor," Mrs. O'Connor said from her rocking chair.
------"I'm sure you could," Green agreed. "Well, I'll call in next time I'm passing."
------"Won't you be stopping for a cup of tea?" Mrs. O'Connor asked, disappointment in her voice. Green knew she didn't get many visitors this far out.
------"No thanks," he said. "It's pretty late and I have to get over to the Reagan farm."
------He hefted his bag and turned toward the cottage door.
------"I'll see you to the door," she said, getting to her feet. "I have to treat my gentlemen callers with great respect or else they won't come back."
------Green shook his head, marveling at her independence despite her handicap.
------She opened the door for him, letting him out. She tilted her head slightly upwards, as if looking for something. Her hazy blue eyes twinkled at some unspoken jest.
------"It's a fine evening," she said, sniffing the air. "Smell the flowers."
------"Goodbye, Mrs. O'Connor," Green said with a smile of both admiration and amusement as he headed for his car.
------"God bless you, doctor," she called. "Goodbye."
------The door to his car slammed shut and she went back inside the cottage, closing the front door against the night air. There was a stirring in the birdcage near her chair. The blue and green parrot started to twitter as the sounds of Green's car driving away drifted into the house
------"Lovely day," the bird called out. "Lovely day, lovely day."
------"Oh, go way ou'a that!" Mrs. O'Connor admonished her feathered companion. "You decide to talk when the company's gone. It's always the same. You're a naughty boy, Billy."
------She turned out the light beside her rocking chair. No need to waste electricity. She sat, deciding whether or not to turn on the radio.
------She decided against the radio. After a short time, she heard a noise outside. Footsteps, or something else. She hadn't heard a car pull up. The sound came again, closer.
------"Did you hear that, Billy?" she asked aloud, not expecting an answer. "Who is it, Billy?"
------She stood and went to the front door. She opened it to listen for the sound again.
------There, it came again, the sound of quiet footsteps, someone moving on the gravel.
------"Is anyone there?" she asked aloud. She wasn't frightened, just curious as to who could have made it this far from the main road without a car or bicycle at least. She hadn't heard sounds of either, just a weird whine somewhere overhead just before the doctor arrived.
------She turned on the porch light. "I know there's someone there," she said. She sensed the stranger was near. She could hear his footsteps, his breathing. She assumed it was a stranger because a friend would have already spoken.
------"Ah," she said turning to where she heard him. "You'll have to excuse me. I'm blind, you understand."
------The stranger took her arm and led her inside the house, closing the door behind them. He said nothing as he took her back to her rocking chair. She could hear him move about the room, touching the vases, the small statues on the tables.
------After a time, Mrs. O'Connor spoke up. "What are you doing? What are you looking for? There's nothing of value here."
------The stranger didn't say a word, but she heard him move on, toward the bird cage. The parrots squawked.
------"Please, don't hurt my bird," she said. She heard him move away from the cage and the bird calmed down.

* * *

------At Maisefield Hospital, Nurse Spencer checked the readouts on the biosensors attached to a little blond boy, only eight and a half years old. She looked at the child. He hadn't moved at all since her last check and that was an ominous sign. The bruise on his cheek was a dark blotch on his pale skin.
------She glanced at her watch. They were running out of time.
------A little later, in the waiting area, the phone buzzed. Nurse Spencer picked it up.
------"'A' block, night nurse speaking," Spencer answered "Yes, she's still here," she replied to the question asked on the other end. Spencer set down the phone and walked over to Mrs. Rutland and her husband. Mrs. Rutland was pale with worry. Her husband was sprawled on his chair, asleep.
------"It's for you," she told the little boy's mother, giving her a reassuring smile.
------Mrs. Rutland got up and went to the reception desk, picking up the phone.
------"Yes?" she said. "Oh, it's you, Ed." Her expression was one of cautious relief. Spencer supposed it was the boy's father. "No, there's no news."
------"I want to stay here," Spencer heard her say.
------Something was said on the other end of the line. Spencer couldn't hear it and it was a private conversation.
------"All right. But, don't let Johnny down this time, Ed," Mrs. Rutland said to the phone. She started to cry. "Don't let us down."
------Something else was said.
------"I believe you," the boy's mother said. "'Bye."
------Spencer wondered a little about the dynamics of a family where such a conversation could take place. Mrs. Rutland's ex-husband certainly didn't look the part of a neglectful or abusive parent, but looks could be deceiving.

* * *

------In his office, eighty feet below a film studio, in a concrete bunker few people knew about and even fewer had seen, Commander Straker of SHADO set down the telephone receiver and bowed his head in private agony.
------After a moment, he keyed open the intercom to the senior duty officer's station.
------"Where's that transporter?"
------"Just taken off, sir," Ford replied. "ETA London, 23.30 hours."
------"I want a car and escort at the airport to meet it," Straker ordered.
------"Yes, sir."
------Straker let his finger off the intercom key. Once again, he bowed his head, nearly giving in to the pain that threatened to overwhelm him, all the 'if onlys' that came to haunt him. If only Mary had trusted him more. If only they'd been able to make it work. If only he and Johnny had left the studio on time, maybe, just maybe, this wouldn't be happening now.
------The office doors slid open. With an effort, he composed himself, but Freeman still gave him a quizzical look.
------"Great steak... medium rare... with a side order of salad," Freeman said.
------"Sounds very appetizing," Straker said. Despite his best efforts to seem normal, Freeman was still watching him worriedly.
------"It was... It certainly was." Freeman sat on the bench in the corner. "Look, it's pretty quiet. Why don't you go home?"
------"What home?" Straker asked in response.

* * *

------Mrs. O'Connor sat in her rocking chair. For the past several minutes, the stranger had been sitting at her desk. She could hear him moving quietly, doing something at the desk, what, she couldn't even guess at.
------After a time, she gathered enough courage together to make a move. Quietly, she stood and crossed the room to the small table by the door where the telephone sat. She had just lifted the receiver when a hand came down on hers and forced the receiver back onto its cradle.
------Mrs. O'Connor barely stifled a scream. The stranger made no further move, releasing her hand as soon as the phone was hung up. She made her way back to her rocking chair, sensing the stranger was still close.
------"Who are you?" she asked. "What do you want from me?"
------There was no answer.

* * *

------Freeman sat and watched as Straker sorted through a pile of files on the desk. He knew something was bothering the other man. What, he couldn't guess, except it probably had something to do with his son. Straker frequently came into work in a difficult mood after visiting John.
------"Ed, would you like to talk about it?" he asked quietly.
------"Talk about what?" Straker asked.
------"I know something's bothering you," Freeman explained.
------"It's nothing for you to worry about," Straker replied.
------"You're sure?"
------Straker simply nodded. Freeman knew that Straker would share his trouble only when he was ready, if at all. But he also sensed that this trouble was different, deeper, darker. Freeman studied his commanding officer a little longer before heading back to the command center. After a moment, he noted Straker followed him in.
------Freeman went over Ford at his console and took the microphone.
------"What's the position, Peter?" he asked.
------"Well, we've confirmed the Ufo crashed in the sea," Carlin said. "Skydiver will be there in about 20 minutes. We'll start looking for wreckage right away."
------"Fine," Freeman agreed. "Contact us the moment you have anything."
------Freeman turned to Straker. "I still can't figure why it came in so fast."
------"To avoid the interceptors?" Straker wondered.
------"Possible," Freeman conceded. "But once it was past Moonbase, it still had plenty of time to decelerate." As Freeman spoke, Straker walked away, to the radar screen beside Ford's station.
------"The transporter?" Straker asked the operative, pointing to the blip on the screen
------"Yes, sir. 23.30 hours confirmed as ETA," Ford said.
------Straker checked at his watch. "Have my car outside in 30 minutes," he instructed. "I'm going...home."
------He started toward the door of his office, then stopped and turned back to Freeman.
------"Maybe that Ufo was trying to decelerate but couldn't because it had been hit," Straker suggested.
------"The interceptors were way out," Freeman reminded him. "What else could have done it?"
------"The second Ufo. The one that veered off."
------Straker went into his office and the doors closed behind him.
------Freeman considered Straker's suggestion. The idea seemed patently ridiculous, but it worried him enough to tell Ford: "Tell Captain Carlin to keep a look out for any wreckage with signs of damage not consistent with the crash."
------"Right, sir," Ford said, keying in the sequence that would connect SHADO Control with Skydiver.

* * *

------Underwater, as close into the rock strewn beach as was safe, Skydiver searched for the wreckage of the downed U.F.O. Its powerful searchlight lit up the rocks, scaring the sea life. Inside the submarine, Carlin studied the sea floor charts on the table before him. Above him, on the upper deck, Lieutenants Masters and Maxwell studied the outside monitors for some trace of their objective.
------"Anything?" Carlin asked.
------"Not a sign," Maxwell answered.

* * *

------Mrs. O'Connor listened hard once more. Her parrot was quiet, but she could sense he wasn't asleep. The stranger was once again working on his mysterious project. She was sure he wasn't paying attention to her again. She stood and began to move toward the front door. Barely daring to breathe, she opened the door.
------The door was wrenched from her hand and slammed. She gasped in fright, then heard the lock turn and the deadbolt click into place. But, instead of hurting her, the stranger took her arm and led her to the desk. She heard a slight click, then an eery humming whine.
------"What are you doing?" she demanded. "Why don't you answer? Who are you? Why don't you speak? Why don't you leave me? Why don't you leave my house?"

* * *

------Doctor Segal opened the door to the little boy's room. The child still hadn't regained consciousness. More ominous even than that, the biosensors showed his temperature was starting to rise, a sign of the infection Segal was sure would happen. A ruptured bowel was nothing to take lightly.
------The physician checked his patient quickly, efficiently. Time was running out. John Rutland's condition was deteriorating.

* * *

------Straker checked his watch, then reached for the phone once again. He pulled back as Freeman walked in.
------"I'd like you to hear something," Freeman said, coming over to the desk. Straker simply looked at him, puzzled at the interruption.
------"It's important," Freeman added.
------Straker nodded. Freeman leaned over the desk and keyed open the intercom.
------"Play it back," Freeman instructed.
------The voice of an old woman came over the speaker: "Why don't you leave me? Why don't you leave my house?"
------"It cut in three minutes ago on our waveband," Freeman explained, letting up on the intercom key.
------"Cut in?" Straker repeated, not quite understanding.
------"Clear as a bell," Freeman said. "Estimated signal strength 15 hundred megawatts."
------"That's as powerful as a medium sized commercial transmitter," Straker pointed out. "Did we get a fix?"
------"Ireland, the west coast."

* * *

------The weird whine continued.
------"What's that noise?" Mrs. O'Connor asked. She reached out a hand to touch whatever was making the noise. The stranger grabbed her hand, not hard enough to hurt her, just enough to keep her from touching whatever was on the desk. She reached out with her other hand to touch his face. He blocked her hand.
------"I only wanted to feel your face," she explained. "Don't you understand? I'm blind."
------She touched the hand that still held hers. "You're trembling," she said, surprised.

* * *

------Maxwell spotted something artificial on the monitor in front of him. "That could be it. Fifty yards ahead, a couple of degrees to port," he called out.
------"Stop engines," Carlin ordered. He climbed to the upper level where Maxwell and Masters were studying the monitor.
------There was something metallic on the sea floor.
------"I'll go and take a look," Carlin announced. "Take her down to the bottom."
------"Yes, sir," Maxwell acknowledged.
------"Release a marker buoy and inform control," Carlin ordered as he opened the compartment next to the airlock. He pulled out a drysuit.
------"This is Skydiver to control," Carlin heard Maxwell announce. "We have possible sighting of Ufo wreckage."

* * *

------Freeman, Straker and Ford listened to the signal that was cutting into SHADO's waveband.
------"Why don't you answer? If you tell me who you are," the old woman's voice was saying. "And what it is you want. I might be able to help."
------"I just don't get it," Freeman complained. "The voice of an old woman coming over on a transmitter powerful enough to cut in on our wavebands."
------Straker fought down a rising panic as he felt the situation closing in on him. It was as if the very walls were ready to reach out and grab at him.
------"Maybe it's not her transmitter," Straker said, trying to keep his voice calm. "Cancel my car," he added as he turned to head for his office.
------Freeman turned to Ford. "Did you get a closer fix?"
------"No, sir," the operative told him. "We'd need to triangulate from ground vehicles in the area."
------"And we don't have any," Freeman completed for himself. "Where's the nearest transporter?"
------"There's one over the Atlantic," Ford said, checking a chart beside his console. "200 miles out."
------"Flying in from New York?
------"Yes, sir."
------"But, I thought that wasn't due to take off till 14.00 hours," Freeman said.
------"No, sir," Ford told him. "It's been en route for 50 minutes. Commander Straker's orders."
------"The man must be psychic," Freeman commented to himself. He looked over at the closed doors to Straker's office across the hallway.

* * *

------Inside Sky-Diver, the inner hatch to the airlock slid open and Peter Carlin stepped into his ship. He handed Maxwell the underwater camera as he pulled off his face mask.
------"I want those shots developed and radioed to control as soon as possible," Carlin ordered.
------"How did it look?" Maxwell asked.
------"Part of the metallic structure has been practically vaporized. I can tell you one thing, it had been fired on by something before it crashed," Carlin said, heading into the dressing area to remove the dry-suit.

CHAPTER 3

------Straker sat at his desk, his head resting on his hands. In the present situation he could not leave. He could not be where he needed to be, where he wanted to be. He could not be with Mary and John at the hospital.
------The door slid open and Freeman walked in, holding two 8 by 10 photographs. Straker straightened in his chair, but Freeman gave him another curious look.
------"Carlin just radioed these in," Freeman said after a moment, handing the photographs to Straker.
------One of the photos was a medium close up of a piece of wreckage on the sea bed. Some of the metal had obviously been melted by tremendous heat.
------"Well, there's no doubt about it," Freeman said. "The Ufo was damaged before it crashed. But what by?"
------Straker said nothing.
------"Let's make a couple of educated guesses," Freeman went on. "An alien survives the crash. He goes to a house. The occupant is an old lady."
------"She said she was blind," Straker reminded him.
------"So, she thinks he's a man, an intruder possibly," Freeman continued. "The alien has a transmitter and he beams in on our waveband."
------"Why?"
------"We'll find that out when we track him down," Freeman said.
------"It won't be easy," Straker commented.
------"With mobiles in the area, we can pinpoint the exact position," Freeman said.
------"It will take time to set it up," Straker said.
------"Less than an hour," Freeman told him.
------Straker looked up at him, suddenly bewildered.
------"We're in luck," Freeman said with a smile. "A transporter will be landing in minutes. The mobiles can move into the area immediately. When they're in position, we can get a fix on the next transmission."
------"A... transporter?" Straker repeated. He could barely keep the tremor of fear out of his voice.
------"Yes," Freeman said. He paused, peering at Straker in open confusion. "The one from New York. You ordered an early take off."
------Straker hardly dared to ask the obvious question. "What have you done?"
------"Diverted it... what else?" Freeman answered, equally obviously. "Is anything wrong?"
------Straker didn't answer. He couldn't answer.
------"I'll contact Carlin and tell him to go ashore as field commander," Freeman continued in the face of Straker's silence.
------After a moment, Freeman left the office, heading to the control room to give Carlin his new orders.

* * *

------At Maisefield Hospital, Mary sat, waiting. The door to the nursing block opened and Nurse Spencer walked over with a cup of coffee.
------"I thought you'd like some coffee," Spencer said, handing her the cup.
------"Thank you," Mary said, accepting the cup and taking a sip. She looked up. "What time is it?"
------"That clock is right," Spencer said softly, nodding to the clock on the wall. It was past midnight.
------Rutland came back into the building and walked over to where Mary sat. She looked up at him, an unspoken question in her eyes.
------He shook his head 'no'. The drug hadn't yet arrived.
------The nurse left to tend to her duties.
------In the waiting area, the phone ring. It rang again and Rutland got up to answer it."Hello," Rutland said. "Yes, it's me," he said to the voice at the other end. "No, still the same"
------"There's been a delay," Straker said over the phone. "The drug will be there as soon as possible."
------"We're running out of time," Rutland reminded him.
------"I know, I know," Straker said. "I'd like to explain to Mary."
------Rutland looked across at his wife and silently held the phone out to her. She got up and came to the phone. As he handed the receiver to her he said: "It's been delayed."
------"Yes?" Mary spoke into the phone. She listened a moment. Disbelief played across her face as she listened. ". . . but... important! What can be more important than your son's life?"
------"It isn't like that," Rutland heard Straker say. "Mary, please try and understand."
------"No, I don't understand," Mary said, her voice going shrill. "I'll never understand." She started to cry. Rutland took the phone from her hand and simply hung it up.

* * *

------Straker walked back into the control room, going to Ford's station.
------"Where's the transporter?" he asked.
------"Just landed in Ireland, sir," Ford replied.
------"The minute it's unloaded, I want it back in the air for London."
------"Yes, sir," Ford acknowledged.
------Freeman looked up from watching a radar scan at a station nearby. After a moment, he walked across to Straker.
------"I'm sorry about the transporter," he said. "Was it important?"
------"These things are always a question of priorities," Straker said. There was pain in his eyes and once again, Freeman wondered what was happening that Straker was refusing to tell him about.
------After a moment, Straker seemed to rouse himself from whatever private misery he found himself. He began to move across the control room, barking out orders: "Tell the mobiles they don't move in till I give the word, and I want a large scale map of the area and get me Captain Carlin."

* * *

------In the cottage, Mrs. O'Connor stood by her bird, smoothing his ruffled feathers.
------"It's alright, Billy. Our visitor is a nice man. He doesn't want to hurt us," Mrs. O'Connor assured him and herself. "Good boy, Billy."

* * *

------A SHADO Mobile crossed the night countryside until it was in its preassigned position.
------Inside the Mobile, Peter Carlin nodded to his co-driver and picked up the microphone from the console. "Mobile one in position."

* * *

------"Roger one," Paulson acknowledged. She looked over her shoulder at Straker and Freeman. "All mobiles in position, sir."
------Straker nodded.
------"Well, all we can do now is wait for the next transmission," Freeman commented to Straker. Again, Straker simply nodded.

* * *

------Mrs. O'Connor heard the weird whine once again. She walked slowly over to the sound, to where the stranger sat.
------"Why won't you speak to me?" she wondered aloud. "Why won't you tell me who you are?"

* * *

------"Get a fix," Carlin ordered. His companion tuned the equipment at his console to get a bearing on the signal.
------"Are you in some sort of trouble?" the old woman was saying, but the signal was starting to break-up. Interference.
------". . . better to tell someone, you know."
------"Got it?" Carlin asked, suddenly worried. The interference was getting worse. His companion gave him a thumbs-up.

* * *

------The interference was making it hard to listen to the old woman's voice.
------"just... always... try and help..." The static didn't stop. Then, it was continuous.
------"We have a bearing," Ford announced.
------"Mobile 1 to control," Carlin's voice came over the speaker. "Signal vector one-three-eight decimal three."
------Straker plotted the two vectors on the map on the table in front of him. He jabbed his finger down on the intersection of the lines. "That's it," he said. "Tell the mobiles to move in."
------"What the hell's jamming that signal?" Freeman wondered aloud. Straker shook his head. That was yet another question he had no answer to.

* * *

------On Moonbase, the radar had just picked up a signal.
------"Sighting confirmed," Nina Barry announced from her station. "Area 014-263. Green."
------Ellis keyed open the base loudspeakers. "Red alert - interceptors immediate launch."

* * *

------Her voice was repeated in the astronauts' lounge.
------"I say again, red alert," Ellis's voice stated.
------The three astronauts leapt to their feet and grabbed their space helmets in a well practiced drill. They dove into the interceptor chutes.

* * *

------"Moonbase to control," Ellis announced to the link to Earth and headquarters. "Have U.F.O. on positive track."

* * *

------"The mobiles are on their way," Freeman commented. Straker's expression had gone distant again.
------"An alien who wants to cooperate," Straker murmured. "To help."
------Freeman stared at him.
------This time, Straker noticed. "Why else would he transmit on our waveband?"
------"A defector," Freeman mused. "An outsider. If we can only get our hands on him."

* * *

------Moonbase waited. The control sphere operatives stared into their monitors.
------"Maintaining speed," Barry said. "Red 128 - 041."
------"Trajectory?" Ellis demanded.
------"Still as predicted," Barry translated.
------"I have green on 1,2 and 3," Joan Harrington announced.
------"Moonbase to interceptors," Ellis spoke into the console microphone. "Stand by to set on board computers."
------Barry picked up the sequence: "One-zero-two, two-six-eight, timing one-zero-eight-four, zero-three-five."

* * *

------The three interceptors flew over the lunar surface in close formation. Captain Lew Waterman, the interceptor leader, flipped a sequence of switches on his instrument console.
------"Roger base," he acknowledged. "On board computer programmed, firing sequence complete."

* * *

------"Missile firing minus 6 decimal 4," Barry announced. The operatives listened as the electronic countdown clock beeped the seconds. After a few seconds that seemed like an eternity: "Firing confirmed." A pause: "Detonation."
------Harrington checked her scanners once again. The blip remained.
------"It's through," Ellis said. "Tell control."
------"This is Moonbase to control," Harrington announced to the console microphone. "Ufo through outer defenses."

* * *

------"It's up to the mobiles," Freeman murmured, echoing what everyone else in the control room knew. He turned to the operative seated beside Paulson. "How's the interference?"
------Campbell took off his headset and turned up the volume. The interference was unrelenting.
------"Nothing can get through that," Freeman said.
------Campbell grimaced as he put the headset back in position over his ears.

* * *

------Mrs. O'Connor heard a change in the weird whine. It was beginning to pulsate. She heard the stranger working again, moving his hands, his arms. After a moment, he stood and the whine went away. She heard him walk to the door and undo the bolts.
------"Are you leaving?" she asked. Again, there was no answer. "Goodbye," she called after him. The door closed and he was gone.
------Mrs. O'Connor walked over to where her bird sat on top of his cage. After a moment, he chirped up: "Lovely day, lovely day."

* * *

------"He's dead," Freeman said, repeating what Peter Carlin had just reported. The U.F.O. that had made it past Moonbase had simply blasted the alien as he stood in an open field. The mobiles where only three hundred yards away from him. They'd been so close.
------"We'll never know," Freeman added. "He may have told us everything."
------Freeman turned to where Straker had been standing beside him. Straker had vanished.

* * *

------Straker ran into the hospital waiting area to discover no one was there. There was the sound of a woman crying somewhere. The doorway to the ward opened and the doctor came out.
------Segal looked over at Straker and shook his head.
------Mary was sobbing, barely able to walk. Rutland had his arm around her, guiding her to the hospital exit. Rutland looked up to glare at him.
------The doctor stopped in front of Straker. "I'm sorry," he said quietly. "If it had gotten here an hour earlier, it might have made a difference."
------Straker was stunned. This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening. He looked over to Mary and her husband heading for the door.
------"Mary?"
------They stopped and after a long moment, Mary turned around to look at him. Her face was a mask of grief. She took a shuddery breath.
------"I never want to see you again," she said, voice shrill and venomous. "Don't ever let me see you again!"
------Straker watched her leave and felt part of his soul die.

* * *

------Commander Straker didn't show up for work the next day. Freeman wasn't worried. It had been a long day for him and losing the alien after coming so close had to hurt. Freeman figured Straker was simply taking a little time to rest, to sort through whatever else had been going on last night. One thing did bother Freeman, though. Straker usually called to tell the duty supervisor if he wasn't coming in. There was no call this time.
------When Straker didn't show up Sunday, either, Freeman started to get worried. He was just about to call the commander at home when Lieutenant Johnson called over the intercom.
------"Sir, you have a call from Colonel Komack in San Francisco."
------"Put her on," Freeman ordered.
------Kathryn Komack's face appeared on the video monitor in the commander's office. She looked worried. "Hello, Alec. Where's Commander Straker?"
------"He didn't come in this morning," Freeman told her. "Is there something wrong?"
------"Alec, I think you'd better find him," the young woman said.
------"Why, what's going on?" Freeman asked.
------"Have you read today's paper?" she asked in answer.
------"Which paper?"
------"The London Times," she said. "I get the satellite feed here."
------"I've read the headlines," Freeman admitted.
------"Read the obituaries, Alec," the woman told him.
------The screen went dark. With a sudden foreboding, Freeman turned his paper to the obituary page.
------He almost missed it.
------John Edward Rutland was the name given. He had died as a result of injuries sustained when he was struck by a car in front of his house. He was survived by his mother and step-father and his father, Edward Straker, CEO of Harlington-Straker Film Studios.
------"Oh dear God," Freeman muttered to himself. That was why Straker was late coming in Friday evening. Why hadn't he said anything? He hadn't needed to stay during the alert. He could have been with his son. No one here would have faulted him if he had left.
------Freeman dropped the paper on the desk and dialed Straker's home number. There was no answer. Even the answering machine was off. Hanging up the phone, Freeman headed into the control room.
------"Lieutenant Johnson, could you locate Commander Straker's car for me, please?"
------"Yes, sir," Johnson acknowledged. She typed a sequence into the keyboard at her station, alerting one of SHADO's surveillance satellites that it was to locate the transponder buried inside Commander Straker's SHADO customized Euroford Omen. After a few moments, the satellite sent back a set of coordinates. Johnson matched it against a standard map.
------"The commander's car is parked near St. Thomas Aquinas Church. It's just a couple miles from his house."
------"Thanks, lieutenant," Freeman said, heading out of the control room for the main elevator to the surface.
------"Sir," she called. "Is there something wrong?"
------Freeman stopped, wondering how he was going to handle the situation. "Commander Straker's little boy died Friday night, during the alert. I'm a little worried about him," Freeman admitted. He headed out, leaving Johnson and the other operatives staring after him in shocked surprise.

* * *

------St. Thomas Aquinas Church was typically English. It wasn't exactly Romanesque, or Gothic, or anything else in particular besides old. The worst of its architectural offences were blessedly covered with ivy. Straker's car was parked at the far end of the graveled parking area. Freeman pulled his Saab up to park beside the bronze Omen.
------The service was just getting over. Parishioners were filing out past the old priest in his vestments, shaking his hands, murmuring comments. The priest held one man back for a moment, a blond man dressed in black.
------Straker looked haggard, worn out, as though he hadn't slept at all since it happened. He probably hadn't, and knowing Straker, he hadn't eaten, either.
------Suddenly, Freeman didn't know what to do. Questioning traumatized witnesses was part of his training with MI5. How to help his commanding officer, a friend, through something like this, he had no experience, no idea. So, he simply waited.
------The priest finally let Straker leave and he headed towards his parked car. He didn't seem to notice Freeman until the Australian stepped up to him.
------"Ed?"
------"Oh, hello Alec," Straker said, very quiet. "Is something wrong?"
------"Everything's fine at work," Freeman said. "I got worried when you didn't answer the phone."
------"Sorry, I've had a lot on my mind."
------"When's the last time you ate?" Freeman asked.
------"I don't remember," Straker answered. "Lunch with John, I suppose."
------"I know a place near here with great fish and chips," Freeman responded. "How about it? We can take my car."
------It took a moment for Straker to react. It was like he was drugged, or so tired he'd stopped thinking. When he did respond, it was simply a nod.
------The restaurant Freeman drove them to was only a few miles from the church, in the village just north of Straker's house.
------Straker only ate his meal at Freeman's insistence. After the waiter had cleared away the plates, Freeman broached the subject he was most worried about confronting.
------"Ed, why didn't you say anything about John getting hurt Friday night? We could have handled the alert. You didn't need to be there."
------He wasn't sure Straker was listening. The other man kept looking off into the far distance, not really attending to what was here and now. After a long moment, Straker spoke: "She started screaming at me. I could never stand her screaming."
------Freeman assumed he was referring to Mary, his ex-wife. Freeman remembered she had a grating shrillness to her voice when upset.
------"Why didn't you tell us?" Freeman asked again.
------Straker finally focused on him. "I'd rather not talk about it right now, Alec," he said. "Not now."
------Freeman knew a door had just closed. A door Straker would never willingly open again.

* * *

------By Tuesday, Straker seemed almost normal. He was a little more distracted, a little quieter, than usual but not enough to arouse comment from any of the control room operatives.
------SHADO's war against the alien invaders continued on in it's more or less orderly fashion. After a few months, the nightmare of that night seemed little more than that - a nightmare.

* * *

------One Friday afternoon in early May, SID announced: "Have three U.F.O.s on positive track, Course, four-two-six, one-five-eight; green. Speed, zero-Sol -eight, Range, Thirty two million miles. Red Alert."
------The alert sounded throughout SHADO's systems. Moonbase launched the interceptors.
------A few minute later, Ellis announced: "Have positive detonation on one, two, and three. Two Ufos destroyed. Interceptor three reports a near miss."
------"U.F.O. on positive track, course four-two-seven, one -five-five, blue. Speed zero-Sol-three, Range, one hundred thousand miles," Space Intruder Detector said.
------"It's through," Ford said, reading off his terminal screen.
------"Termination?" Straker asked.
------A new set of figures appeared on Ford's screen. "Termination one-five-nine, three-three-nine. About fifty miles southeast of Aberdeen, Scotland."
------"That's the North Sea," Straker pointed out. "Is any shipping in danger?"
------"Negative, sir," Johnson answered. "The termination point is well away from any shipping lanes and any of the oil platforms."
------"What's it after then?" Straker wondered aloud. Ford just shook his head.
------ After a long moment, Ford announced: "It's dropped below the water. We've lost it."
------"Get Sky-Diver out there," Straker ordered. "I want that area under constant surveillance. Alert the stations along the coast, in case it comes into land underwater."
------"Yes, sir," Ford acknowledged. He passed the orders on to the various units involved.
------"Now comes the hard part," Straker said to no one in particular.
------"Sir?" Johnson asked, a puzzled look on her dark face.
------"Waiting for it to move so we can catch it," Straker said. He turned and headed to his office.
------SHADO settled down to wait.

CHAPTER 4

------Paul Roper sat in a chair in the Moonbase leisure sphere. His travel case was on the floor beside him. But, Roper was not waiting patiently, looking forward to his week's furlough on Earth with his beautiful wife. Instead, he was studying a computer readout, trying to memorize the figures. It wasn't something he wanted to do, but he felt he had no choice.
------"Earth blast-off, fifteen minutes precisely," Gay Ellis's voice came over the overhead speakers. "All personnel to leave, report to Control sphere immediately. Will Paul Roper report to Control sphere immediately?"
------Roper nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard his name. He stuffed the paper in his pocket.
------"Count-down is proceeding," Ellis's voice continued.
------It was time to go.

* * *

------The Lunar module landed at its private airstrip in central Britain without a hitch, as usual. Roper as checked through security without any trouble, also as usual. If any of the security people noticed his heightened nervousness, they put it down to the stress of being on Moonbase for a month, little more.
------Roper picked his car up from its garage at the air strip and headed for his home, southwest of London. As he approached the main interchange that would take him into London's suburbs, the car phone buzzed and he picked it up.
------"Well Roper, have you made your decision?" a hated familiar voice asked from the other end.
------"I have and I won't do it," Roper told the unidentified voice.
------"You're being stupid," the voice said.
------"It's no good, I can't go through with it," Roper said. "Do what you want."
------"Temper, temper..." the voice mocked.
------"For God's sake, I said I won't tell you anything!" Roper replied, losing his temper.
------"What about your wife?" The voice asked. Roper went cold.
------"My wife?" Roper said.
------"Yes."
------"Leave her out of it, will you?" Roper demanded.
------The connection went dead and Paul Roper, senior SHADO Moonbase programmer was filled with dread.

* * *

------Carol Roper sat at her dressing table, checking her hair. She knew her husband was on his way and she wanted everything to be just right, especially herself. She missed him so badly when he was away at work. Sometimes she felt she was married to a sailor away at sea for a month at a time. She knew she was luckier than some. Real sailors could be away from home six months at a time.
------She heard a car drive up outside and stop. A car door opened and closed. Footsteps approached over the gravel. But, they didn't sound like Paul's footsteps.
------Carol left the bed room to go to the living room, to wait.
------"Paul?" she called out, as the door knob slowly turned. The door opened, very slowly.
------"Paul, is that you?" she called, suddenly worried. This wasn't like her husband. He didn't play tricks like that.
------A gloved hand reached in through the partially open door, reached up and turned out the light. The room went dark and she screamed.

* * *

------Roper drove up to his house and parked in front of it. The drapes were drawn. He got out and went to the front door, pulling out his keys. He put his hand on the doorknob, and realized the door was already unlocked. Carol knew better than to leave to door unlocked, even when she knew he was on his way home. As he began to open the front door, a gun went off, the shot just missing his head. He rushed into the house, terrified at what he might find.
------Carol was standing with her back to the far wall of the living room. In her hands was his old shotgun. She was pointing it at the door in abject terror.
------"Carol!" he shouted. She simply stood there, too terrified to move.
------Suddenly: "Paul!"
------She ran to him. He took the gun from her hands and held her tight. She was shaking.
------"What happened?" Roper asked. Carol started to cry.
------"Oh, it was horrible!" she sobbed. "When you came in the door, I thought he'd come back!"
------"Now, it's all right now, darling," he assured her, leading her towards the bedroom. She wouldn't stop shaking. "Come on, it's all right."
------"Come on, come on, It's all right now, darling," he kept reassuring her. She finally stopped shaking. "It's all right. Come now and sit down," He said, leading her to the bed. She sat down, still sobbing uncontrollably.
------"Now calm down darling. It's all right. I'm here," he assured her yet again. He opened the cupboard behind the headboard and pulled out a small bottle of sedatives. They were from a while back, when she had trouble sleeping. He shook out one tablet and handed it to her. "Here, take one of these."
------There was a carafe of water on the bedside table. He poured out a glass for her. She took it and swallowed the pill.
------"Shouldn't we phone someone, the police or somebody?" she asked when she'd finally stopped sobbing.
------"The police?" he repeated, drawing a momentary blank. "Yes, yes, I'll do that. I'll phone them right away," he promised. He headed for the bedroom door.
------"Leave the door open?" she called as he began to close the door. He smiled and left the door half-open for her.
------Roper went to stand by the telephone in the living room. He didn't want Carol to hear. He didn't want her any more alarmed than she already was. After a moment, the phone rang and he grabbed it.
------"Hello Roper. How's your wife?" the voice on the other end asked.
------"You swine!!" Roper hissed, keeping his voice low so his wife couldn't hear. "All right, all right, you've convinced me. I can't talk now. . ."
------"Shall I call back later?" the voice asked.
------"No," Roper said, fighting to keep his voice low.
------"When?" the voice demanded.
------"Tomorrow night, twelve o'clock, my car. I'll give you all you want then," Roper promised. "And if you come near my wife again...!"
------The connection broke with a loud 'click'.

* * *

------Roper carried a breakfast tray with toast and tea into the bedroom from the kitchen. They'd only been married eight months. Before that, he'd been an old bachelor. He'd learned to cook to keep from starving. He still marveled at the fact she had agreed to marry him, despite the difference in their ages. He was ten years older than she was.
------He stopped and pulled a flower out of the bouquet in the crystal vase on the credenza. He placed the flower on the tray before he opened the door to the bedroom.
------"Carol?" he called.
------She was just waking up.
------"Hello, darling. How do you feel?" he asked, setting the tray down.
------"Fine," she said, yawning. "Hmm, that pill really did the trick."
------"Yes," he said. He sat down to watch her eat her breakfast. "Listen, you mustn't worry about last night. It's all right now."
------He poured a cup of tea and handed it to her. "Tea?"
------"You phoned the police?" she asked, taking the cup and warming her hands around it.
------"Yes, they came round," he said. "You were asleep. They seemed to think your scream frightened him off." He paused, remembering something, a detail he might have forgotten. "You did scream?"
------"Oh, yes," she replied with a smile.
------"Well, you can forget it," Roper said. "They caught him. Picked him up a couple miles along the road."
------"What did he want?"
------"Oh, just an intruder. Apparently been after him for some time," Roper said, warming to his tale.
------"Will I have to make a statement?" Carol asked.
------The question confused him a moment. He hadn't expected it. "I don't know." He shrugged. "Well, maybe not. It's an open and shut case." He remembered his morning's appointment at work, at SHADO H.Q. "Look, darling. I've got to go. I'll ring you."
------He looked at her, forehead creased with worry. "Are you sure you'll be all right?"
------"Yes, really," she told him with a laugh.
------"Right," he replied, still worried. He didn't want to leave her with that person, that blackmailer, still out there, waiting, but there was nothing he could do.
------"Bye, darling," she called as he headed for the door.
------"Drink your tea," Roper ordered with mocking sternness as he closed the door to the bedroom.

* * *

------It was nearly eight in the morning when Roper's car drove through the gates of Harlington-Straker Studios. Roper entered the underground complex through one of the secondary personnel entrances .
------He made his way to the Medical Center, to the psychiatric section, as regulations demanded of all personnel returning from tours of duty on the Moon.
------Dr. Shroeder and his assistant, Dawson, were waiting when Roper entered the testing room.. Roper had seen the room many times before. It felt like hundreds of time, even though Roper knew it hadn't been that often. There was the familiar desk, a couple of chairs, a monitor and a modified polygraph. The room was divided in two by a glass partition..
------"Eight-three-seven, Roper, for debriefing tests, doctor," Roper announced himself. Shroeder looked up from the file he was looking through.
------"Thank you," Shroeder said. He put down the file and went over to the chair beside the polygraph. "Come here, Roper."
------Roper sat in the chair the psychiatrist indicated.
------"I assume you're familiar with this test?" Shroeder asked.
------"It measures how much strain goes into any decision you make," Roper explained. He was familiar with the tests.
------"Yes. It's amazing how hard we work, even on the simplest decisions. Like, whether or not to have a cup of coffee," Shroeder said with a smile. "On big decisions, the stress can render a man useless," he continued more seriously.
------As Shroeder spoke, Dawson finished placing the test electrodes on Roper's head and hands.
------"Right, all set?" Shroeder asked Roper as Dawson stepped back to the test monitors.
------He nodded to Dawson. "Start the test."
------The room lights darkened, and the test began. A pad with two buttons sat at on the little desk in front of Roper. Both index fingers were placed on the buttons. The object of the exercise was to determine whether or not he recognized the items projected on the screen. They were only shown for a fraction of a second.
------"Stop," Shroeder ordered after a minute. The room lights came up and the test stopped. Roper found he was shaking. He knew he hadn't done well on the test. He also knew this was the second test he'd failed. He hadn't done well on his return from his last tour on the Moon either.
------He'd first heard the voice on the phone during his last tour. He'd been asked to feed some nonsense numbers into the Space Intruder Detector for analysis. He knew enough about S.I.D.'s operations to recognize the analysis wouldn't affect the satellite in any way, so he went ahead with the program as requested. That was a mistake. The voice had made further demands this time, threatening his wife. Now, Roper was in too deep. He couldn't go back and admit he'd made a mistake the first time.
------Shroeder gave him permission to leave the testing room. Roper went though the door so fast he nearly ran into Alec Freeman in the hall outside.
------"Oh, just the man I was looking for," Freeman said, grinning.
------Roper was alarmed. He couldn't guess what Freeman might know, what security might have already discovered. "For me?"
------"To ask you to come and have a drink," Freeman explained. He gave Roper a curious look.
------"Oh, no, I," Roper began, relieved that Freeman was just being his friendly self. "I'll, um, I'll take a rain-check on that."
------"Something on your mind?" Freeman asked.
------"Oh, nothing, really," Roper said, trying to shrug it off. "It's these kid's games."
------"The debriefing tests?" Freeman asked.
------"Yeah," Roper said.
------"That's not like you, Paul," Freeman chided.
------"Well, maybe I'm getting old," Roper suggested.
------"Well, they're not just for amusement," Freeman reminded him.
------"Let's forget it, shall we?" Roper suggested. He hadn't realized Freeman would be so touchy about the tests. "I've got to ring Carol. I'm taking her out this evening."
------"Sure. How is she?" Freeman asked.
------"Fine," Roper answered, recognizing too late he had spoken too abruptly. Freeman was giving him another worried look.
------"Fine," Roper said, more calmly. "Uh, look, I'll see you later for that drink, Alec, okay?"
------"Sure," Freeman agreed, apparently mollified. "See you."
------As Roper headed down the hallway, Freeman watched after him. He wondered about Roper's odd reaction. He and Roper had known each other a long time. Freeman had recruited Roper into SHADO. The door opened behind him and Shroeder stepped out, looking over a file in his hands.
------"Oh, Doctor..." Freeman began. Shroeder looked up at him. "How did Roper make out in the decision-stress tests?"
------"It's too early to say, for certain, but he seemed," Shroeder paused, thinking. "Well, he seemed a bit strung out. Indications of super-numary stress factors during his last tour of duty."
------"Any ideas?"
------"Not at this stage. Could be anything. Boredom," Shroeder grinned. "Misses his wife."
------Freeman chuckled. "See you."

* * *

------Later that evening, Roper walked into his house. Carol was dressed up, finishing her make-up at the dressing table.
------"Ready?" Roper asked, eyeing her.
------"Ready," Carol announced, standing so he could finish his inspection.
------"Oh, hold it," Roper said. "I don't know if I can take you out looking like that."
------"What do you mean?" she asked. It was a new dress and it fit perfectly.
------"Oh, people might say 'What's that beautiful young girl doing out with a broken down old wreck?'" he joked.
------"Oh, don't worry," she said, heading into the living room. "You can always tell them I married you for your money."
------"They didn't ring," she said, suddenly changing the subject.
------"Who?"
------"The police."
------Roper gave her a puzzled look. Carol shook his head at his forgetfulness, grabbed her purse and took his arm.
------"Come on, cradle-snatcher. I'm hungry," she said, leading him out of the house.

* * *

------Commander Straker was sitting at his desk, reading the report Shroeder had submitted only a few minutes before. Freeman sat near-by, waiting. The report had been delivered on Freeman's suggestion that Roper seemed more strung-out than was normal for the man.
------"Well, what do they say?" Freeman finally asked.
------"Not good. The stress decision tests are positive," Straker said. He flipped to one of the pages and began reading aloud. "Signs of anxiety, traces of tension and traces of neurosis." He looked over at Freeman. "And the observers report similar findings. Decision making below par, reflexes bad, impetuosity, nervousness."
------"I don't believe it," Freeman said.
------"Well, it's all down here," Straker pointed out. "He's an out and out risk, Alec, and we can't afford to take chances."
------"I've known Paul Roper for years," Freeman said, rising to defend his friend.
------"Well, take a look at the facts, Alec!" Straker said, voice sharp. "The man's a mess! I don't know why. Check him."
------"You know security checked him out just last month," Freeman reminded Straker. "They didn't find anything out of the ordinary."
------"Then maybe you need to do the job yourself," Straker suggested. "There's obviously something wrong there."
------Straker picked up another report to look at, pointedly ignoring Freeman's continued presence in his office. For a moment, Freeman considered suggesting Straker be checked out as well. Freeman dismissed the idea as quickly as it came. He knew why Straker was upset. He needed to find out why Roper was.

* * *

------The object of Freeman's concern had his own problems.
------Roper was driving home after a romantic dinner with his wife. She snuggled up to him.
------"Lovely evening, darling," she said. "Thank you."
------Roper didn't notice he was driving too fast. The car squealed around a corner.
------Carol straightened up in her seat. "Hey, I'm not Cinderella, you know."
------"Wha...?" Roper responded, finally bringing his attention to his passenger.
------"You," she said. "I don't have to be home by midnight."
------"Sorry," Roper apologized, slowing the car to a more reasonable speed as they approached the house. Roper pulled the car in front of the house.
------"Don't be long," she said, getting out of the car. She looked around at the bushes and trees surrounding the house. She gasped in alarm. "I thought I saw someone."
------"What?" Roper asked, looking around. Nothing was moving. "It's nothing," he assured her, climbing out of the car. "We're both tired, there's nothing." He took her arm. "Come on. I'll see you into the house."
------Once inside the house, Roper looked around the living room, then the bedroom, with exaggerated care."All right now?" he asked when she finally stepped into the bedroom.
------"Yes, fine," she said, coming up and giving him a kiss that promised more. "Thanks, darling."
------"I'll put the car away," he said, heading for the door. He placed his hand on the door knob and gave her a mischievous grin. "All right to close the door?"
------"Ohh!" she groaned at him, rolling her eyes. He shut the door.
------He went back to the car, checking his watch as he opened the door. It was nearly time. He'd just made it. He drove the car around to the garage and stopped just in front of the garage door instead of pulling in. It was just midnight. The car phone buzzed and he grabbed it.
------"Roper?" the unknown voice said.
------"Yes?" Roper acknowledged.
------"The calculations?"
------"Yes, all right," Roper said, dreading what he was about to do. "But you must never contact me or my wife again.
------"Yes, of course," the voice agreed.
------"Okay, on those conditions, ready? Begin, forty-two degrees, two minutes, angle eight-four. Fifty-eight degrees, seven minutes, angle six-five. Go down two. Sixty-eight degrees, seven minutes. Position, thirty-three degrees, down two. Alternate Coordinates: two-seven-four-two. Now, down three. . ."

* * *

------SHADO security picked Roper up almost before he hung up the phone. Alec Freeman simply shook his head as the security men drove away with Roper in the back seat of the van. He couldn't understand how Roper could turn traitor. It didn't make sense.
------Roper was taken to the medical center for interrogation by Shroeder. Two guards stayed in the room with them. They stood carefully back from where Roper sat in front of the same monitor where he'd taken his tests only that morning.
------Straker's face was on the monitor this time. He was not a happy man. "The last time, Roper, I want answers! Who are they? What did you tell them? What do they want?"
------Roper's lips pressed together, but he didn't answer.
------"Come on, come on!" Straker demanded irritably.
------Roper simply shook his head.

* * *

------Straker flipped off the switch to the monitor and sat back in his chair with a silent snarl.
------Freeman knew the commander had just gotten home when he was called to come back to headquarters because of the Roper problem. Freeman was tired and wanted to do nothing more than curl up in a corner somewhere. He suspected Straker was in the same shape.
------"You're pushing him too hard," Freeman said quietly.
------"We've got to make him talk, Alec!" Straker said. He took a deep breath as though willing himself to calm down. "Let's try another angle. Money?"
------"No."
------"Blackmail?"
------"I don't see it."
------"Well, threats?" Straker asked. His impatience was growing visibly. "Violence?"
------"His wife, maybe," Freeman said.
------"All right," Straker conceded. "Tell me about her."
------"Carol? She's young, attractive. Roper's crazy about her. I could understand it if she's..."
------"Understand it?" Straker was close to shouting. "Can't you accept the fact that..."
------"That he's a traitor?" Freeman interrupted. "I know that, but it's also a matter of degree."
------"Degree nothing! It's what he's told them that matters, not why," Straker said. He stopped and a familiar, calculating coldness came into his face. "Well, you say he's crazy about his wife. We'll see just how crazy."
------Straker switched on the desk monitor and Roper's face came onto the screen. Shroeder was standing over him.
------"All right, Roper," they heard Shroeder saying. "Let's take it from the beginning, once more."
------"Oh, just a moment, Doctor," Straker said. Shroeder glanced at the monitor and stepped away from Roper.
------"All right, Roper," Straker said to Roper on the screen. "So, it's your wife."
------Roper jumped like he'd been given an electrical shock.
------Straker nodded to Freeman in confirmation, then turned back to the screen. Freeman watched as Straker's expression shifted from cold calculation to an almost brotherly warmth. Freeman had seen it before and it always amazed him.
------"And naturally, you don't want to see her get hurt. And you think that by being quiet, you'll be able to protect her," Straker said. "You tell us what we want to know. That's the best way to give her protection."
------Freeman turned on the tape-recorder on the desk.
------"... thirty-three degrees, down two. Alternate coordinates: two-seven-four-two., Now, down three. . ." Roper's voice said from the tape.
------"Numbers, angles. What do they mean, Roper?"
------"I was given program numbers for S.I.D." Roper admitted. "Code, feed in certain information, memorize the results."
------"So, we've got a batch of data," Freeman said. "But, how do we apply it?"
------Roper shrugged. "I can give you the data, not the significance."
------Straker's warmth vanished into irritation once again. "You mean to tell me, you didn't know what you were doing when you handed over those figures?"
------"No."
------Straker turned to Freeman. "We're going to have to put everything into finding out."

* * *

------The Moonbase command crew reviewed the figures sent them, recalculating, reworking, rethinking them. With a little huff of disappointment, Lieutenant Ellis turned to Barry.
------"Get me Commander Straker," she said.
------"Yes, Lieutenant," Barry acknowledged, keying the sequence that would connect Moonbase to headquarters.

* * *

------"Well, keep working on it, Lieutenant," Straker instructed after being told of their failure to make anything out of the figures given them. "Are there any ideas from SID?"
------"So far, we've got a series of three-dimensional direction indicators," Ellis said.
------"Now, what does that mean?" Straker asked, tone sharp with annoyance and fatigue.
------"Well, it's like some sort of navigation course, only in three dimensions," Ellis explained. "Like a course for some sort of space vehicle to steer."
------"Like a Ufo?"
------"Could be," Ellis admitted.
------"Well, as you say, Lieutenant, it's not much, but maybe it's a start. Let me know the moment you have anything."
------"Right."
------The monitor went dark.
------Straker turned to Freeman. "A flight path, but to where?"
------After a moment, Straker shook his head and turned towards his office. Freeman fell into step with him. Straker sat down at his desk and Freeman took his usual seat on the bench in the corner.
------"Well, let's see what we've got," Straker said. It seemed to help him order his thoughts if he could verbalize them.
------"It's some sort of a flight path," Freeman said.
------"And the fact that they chose Roper to do their dirty work," Straker reminded him. "Why?"
------"One, because he had access to S.I.D. and understood its operations better than most."
------"And two," Straker said. "They knew he was particularly vulnerable where his wife was concerned."
------"Well, he's told us all he knows."
------Straker sat back in his chair. "Except who his contact was. Who was on the other end of that phone?" Straker was silent for a long moment. Freeman could almost see the wheels turning in his head. Suddenly, Straker reached over to the intercom on his desk and pressed the button to connect him with the duty supervisor.
------"I want an immediate yellow alert on all SHADO installations," he ordered.
------"Yes, sir," the duty officer acknowledged.
------Straker looked over at Freeman, his finger still on the intercom key. "Let him go, Alec."
------"What?" Freeman asked in sudden confusion.
------"Let Roper go in one hour's time."
------"Your key is still down, sir," the duty officer's voice came over the intercom.
------"Oh, thank you," Straker said, sounding surprised. He lifted his finger from the key.
------"Very neat," Freeman snorted in disgust. "You've just let the whole base know we're gonna release Roper in an hour."
------Straker looked thoughtful. "Yes. I've been thinking about Roper's contact, Alec. Whoever he is, he would have to be able to radio Moonbase. He would know Roper's movements on Earth, have access to his records." He glanced over at Freeman. "There's only one answer."
------"You mean, someone on this base," Freeman said, catching on.
------"Yes, someone on this base," Straker agreed. "Let him go, Alec. We must draw them out into the open."
------"Okay," Freeman agreed.
------They left the office together.
------Ford sat at his station, speaking to a microphone. Lieutenant Ellis' face was on the monitor screen in front of him.
------"I'm not sure I've got that," he was saying. Straker stepped closer as Ford beckoned to him. "One moment," Ford told Ellis.
------Straker gave him a curious look.
------"Lieutenant Ellis for you, sir," he told the commander. Straker moved closer to the monitor.
------"I've had Joan Harrington work over Roper's figures," Ellis said.
------"And what does she make of them?"
------Ellis seemed to come to a decision, one she didn't like. "They describe relative planetary positions."
------"Which planets?" Straker asked.
------"Considering the urgency of the problem," Ellis said with obvious reluctance. "There seems to be no choice but to make an educated guess."
------"All right, Lieutenant, educate me!" Straker ordered, irritation bubbling to the surface.
------"The relative positions of the Sun, Moon and Earth would fit Roper's figures. One snag, the last bit of information is a time reference," Ellis said. "But it still doesn't make sense."
------"Well, you've come up with enough to scare the daylights out of me, Lieutenant. Keep working on that last sequence. Out."
------Straker flipped a switch on the console and the monitor went dark.

* * *

------Freeman and Roper walked down the corridor, away from the bare security cell Roper had spent the past few hours.
------"Did you swing this? It seems pretty suspect to me," Roper said.
------"Look, if Straker says you can go, don't ask too many questions," Freeman advised.
------"Yes, but he's not exactly the forgiving type," Roper reminded him.
------"Don't push your luck, just go."
------Freeman clapped Roper on the back, pushing him toward the exit.
------He watched Roper leave the complex. Then, he headed for Major Gunderson's office to finish the arrangements on the security detail to find Roper's contact.

* * *

------Lieutenant Johnson spotted Straker heading down the corridor pass her station.
------"Sir?" She called out. Straker stopped and turned back to her.
------"You wanted to know when Roper left?" she asked.
------"You mean, he's gone already?" Straker asked. He sounded a bit confused her question.
------"Why, yes, sir," Johnson responded, surprised at his reaction.
------"But my orders were that he was to be released in one hour's time," Straker reminded her. He seemed more than a little upset.
------"Yes, sir, but I understand Colonel Freeman..." she broke off at the cold anger in Straker's face.
------"I see!"
------Straker hurried away from her, towards the duty supervisor's station.
------"Signal a maximum security alert and get me Captain Carlin on Sky-diver," Straker ordered.
------"Yes, sir," Ford acknowledged flipping the switches that would connect his station of all of SHADO's systems. "Attention all defense systems," he announced into the microphone. "This is a maximum security alert. Attention all defense systems, this is a maximum security alert. Condition: red!"
------The red alert siren began to sound at every SHADO base and operational group.
------"Your instructions have been received and understood. Standing by," Space Intruder Detector announced.
------At the sound of the alarm on Moonbase, the three astronauts waiting in the ready room grabbed their helmets and jumped into their launch chutes. Within two minutes, all three astronauts were space borne in their interceptors, waiting for instructions to locate and destroy the alien intruder.
------Straker's voice came over the alert system. "This is Straker. We are faced with a probable Ufo attack against an unknown target. Until we have further information, all SHADO defense systems and vehicles will remain on alert."
------In less than five minutes, Ford was able to turn to Straker. "Section security alert operational, sir. Captain Carlin standing by."
------"Right," Straker acknowledged. Peter Carlin's face came on the monitor. Straker took Ford's microphone. "Captain Carlin? Straker."
------"Carlin, reading you," Carlin responded.
------"I want you to launch Sky-One for possible interception."
------"Area?" Carlin asked.

U.F.O. 3

Paths Of Fear Chapters 1-8

Paths Of Fear
Chapters 1-8