Tesla, Jason Walker [reading cloud ebooks TXT] 📗
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It wasn’t until after Anna was gone and Darren had returned to his hotel room that he began to feel unsettled again. He pulled the suitcase out from under his bed, where he’d hidden it, and packed his gear.
Darren left in the middle of the night, hiring an Uber to take him out of the city and up to Lewis, New York. There, he found the sealed missile silo. He had no intention of going to any National Park.
When he arrived, there were only a few mountains and a lot of forest to be seen, but eventually, he found his way to the paved roadway that went up a hill. When he came to the place in question, Darren knew that this was going to be the start of unravelling the mystery of the USB drive. He was prepared for the worst with six days of water in his rucksack—along with a few MREs and a ton of batteries for his lantern and headlamp. There was no telling what he was about to face down there.
Darren staked the place out before making a move. Several of the silos were open, and people trickled from their bowels, looking less like scientists and more like sketchy businessmen. Some of them were off the beaten track, sealed until the hidden opening switch was hit.
The print-outs had explained that the silo in question was beside a big blue granite boulder. There was a six-figure grid reference to confirm the exact position, and he’d gotten a topographical map from a geology/mining store before he’d set out on his journey. Once he was familiar with the area, he became a tourist again and walked around and checked out the sights around the area. He waited until nightfall to seek out the silo in question.
Upon locating it, Darren dug around at the base of the boulder until he found a small hole in the stone. It was the size for a finger to go into. Hoping that this wouldn’t end poorly for him, Darren wedged his finger into the hole, feeling around until he found a rubber-encased button.
He pressed it.
There was a low rumble. The stone split open exposing a numeric keypad, and two buttons. One was green and the other was red.
Darren pressed the green button first, and then entered the code that had been in the handwritten letter. There was a hiss. The sound of hydraulics moving. The side of the silo opened up. Darren pushed the boulder closed again. It returned to its original shape a few moments later.
Adjusting one of the shoulder straps on his rucksack, Darren went into the silo. It led into what appeared to be the main control room. It was empty and dark, as though no one had been through in a very long time. The air smelled stale. He then heard a sound behind him and turned to see the hydraulic doors closing behind him.
He pulled a miniature flashlight out of his back pocket and flicked it on. The thin beam of light cut through the haze. There were directions and floor numbers painted on the walls. Darren took note of them, moving from floor to floor, passing through the dark hallways until he reached Level Seven.
Clearly, no one would be coming by here. Darren was able to take his time, searching the ground level. It was far larger than he had been expecting, and his flashlight wasn’t very powerful, which made things quite eerie because the first floor appeared to be so vast in scale. You could drive vehicles in through the main door and there was an actual cement road behind it, which he was now walking on. The amount of stuff that could have been transported in or out of the place would have been a lot. As he walked forward into the darkness that surrounded him, Darren kept an eye out for booby traps and alarms. Whoever had built this facility could have placed them anywhere.
His thoughts started taking him down a dark path. Since this was a government facility, which could still be active, there could be robots in place—armed and programmed to monitor the passageways underground with thermal imaging. If that was the case they would detect his presence quite easily as he walked toward whatever sentry was there. Or instead of attacking him, it could just as easily send out a silent alarm and an armed team might respond.
The dark could hide many things. He hoped that he didn’t come across any of them.
Level Seven September 13, 1993
The relief that Darren felt when he reached Level Seven was bone-deep. The metal doors in front of it were sealed shut. He pulled the folded papers out of his rucksack and looked them over, using the flashlight to read the tiny print.
“Okay,” he told himself. “That’s not too bad. I can do that.”
Not too far away was a staircase. The sound of his steps echoed in the empty hallway. Beneath the stairs was a metal case, just as the notes had instructed. He flipped open the top of it and pushed the button. There was a hiss of hydraulics, and when Darren turned around, he found that a panel had opened up beside the door.
Darren punched in the code from the pages: eight, seven, nine, three.
The doors opened with a click. They slid apart.
This was clearly a storage facility of some kind.
Or a rogue CIA agent found a good hiding spot for their secret trove of information, thought Darren bitterly.
There were too many unanswered questions for him to even make a guess. Maybe the person who wrote the letter was the rogue agent.
It was too early to know.
The deeper into the storage room Darren went, the worse the air smelled. It was the unmistakable reek of a rotting body. The putrid odour was one that Darren encountered a lot in his line of work.
After a bit of searching, Darren came upon a body bag. There was someone inside it. Darren walked up to it to examine what kind of a body bag it was. It looked like it was a military issue. If there was information to hide in the storage room, putting it in a bag that had a rotting body inside it would have been wise. Did he want to test that theory? He debated the pros and cons of opening it up.
On one hand, he would love to know who was in there. Maybe they would have ID on them or another handwritten letter or a USB stick.
On the other hand, body bags were designed to keep the smell inside the bag when sealed. Already, some of the odour was seeping out of it. If he unzipped it, there might be no choice but to abandon the room completely. The air in the room would then be toxic.
Darren decided against it.
He moved deeper into the room. It was furnished with what appeared to be a small maritime boat connected to a sixteen-volt battery system. A power cell used a chemical reaction to charge the battery bank. Everything was still powered because it was self-producing energy.
Darren moved to the fridge, hesitantly pulling it open. He was expecting sample tubes, maybe some rotten food. Instead, he was met with the sight of a human eyeball resting inside a Bick’s pickle glass jar that was full of some kind of clear fluid.
“Disgusting,” muttered Darren.
The freezer was no better. It was caked in ice. A single sandwich-sized ziplock bag was inside. Darren poked at it until he was able to make out the contents: a gauze-wrapped human finger.
It was frozen solid.
Even more unsettled, Darren moved through the room. Half-obscured behind a file cabinet, there was another door. It required a fingerprint and an eye scan to open.
Suddenly, he realized the purpose of the human remains.
“Bloody brilliant,” he said, going back to the fridge. He grabbed the eye and the finger, using them to open up the door. After they were scanned, a green light turned on.
The door hissed, clicked, and then slid open. Darren made sure to replace the items in the fridge and freezer, not wanting to leave anything out that might give his position away.
The next room had a lot of shelving that was full of stuff. It was filled with boxes of all shapes and sizes, as well as quite a few ancient-looking sea trunks.
“Shit,” he said. He shrugged off his rucksack. “Guess it’s a damn good thing I planned on being here for a while.”
Several very long days and nights were spent inside the missile silo, reading and studying the hidden contents of the storage bins.
There were files here from both the FBI and the CIA. Everything was classified to the nth degree. No one was meant to find them. There were manila folders with Central Intelligence Agency stamped on the fronts of them. Several of the books contained the logo of the FBI.
And the sea trunks?
Well, they held the most damning find out of all of it.
Files, diaries, pocket-sized notebooks, and prototypes made by Nikola Tesla.
This proves it, thought Darren. The poor bloke that got blown up had to be CIA. They’re the only folks allowed on Diego Garcia.
Nearing the end of the third day, Darren found a file labelled “KT-P2.” It contained the truth behind the P2 project.
A man named Werner Von Braun had put it together, all the way back in 1936. Tesla had been the lead scientist on the project. It was the beginning design for the electrical propulsion system for a flying saucer.
Werner Von Braun had also requested designs for rockets, and Tesla had created the design for a missile system that could be directed from the ground to any destination.
“Even the damn moon,” said Darren, amazed by the blueprints. “Damn it to Hell and back!”
The only thing that was required was that the laser beam guiding it not be interrupted. Almost immediately, Darren realized that Tesla’s idea could be used to take a ship into space and from there a second ship could be released and sent deeper into the solar system fueled by a laser beam being focused on it from the original ship. This could allow for colonization or the movement of supplies.
Using this system, the space inside the rocket that was meant for fuel could be used to carry other things to other countries, planets, stars, or moons. At first, Darren was just amazed by the information. The fact that this could have reached the moon—or anywhere, really! The uses this technology would have had! The accomplishments that mankind could have had if it hadn’t been hidden away by a chosen few.
It wasn’t until he read over the last page of the file that Darren realized furthering the study of the universe hadn’t been the impetus for this device’s creation. They weren’t trying to improve trade between nations or help mankind advance into space.
No.
The Nazi’s had very real ambitions to colonize other planets in the solar system, but they wanted to do it with their people. Nobody else.
It was a chilling thought. Darren could only hope that they hadn’t managed to succeed. He moved deeper into the room, figuring that the most secret of files would be kept near the back. Boxes were stacked on top
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