Art Adkins
Author & Leadership Instructor
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Mindwalkers- Chapter 29

Chapter 29

The room was larger than Slade had expected.  The ceiling was at least twenty-five feet high, with monitors adorning each wall from the floor to the rafters.  Lighting was limited and the computer screens emitted an eerie glow that danced across the vast expanse of space.  Work stations were arranged in some sort of cluster configuration, consisting of four technicians who hovered around their consoles staring at screens and inputting information via an every present keyboard.  A fifth person, wearing a yellow blazer, acted as a coordinator and moved freely among them, speaking in low tones to give direction or, more frequently, asked questions.

Each technician and coordinator had an ear piece with a mike that curved around their chin to aid in communication.  Talking, though kept low, created a hum in the room.  Slade guessed the complex was over a hundred feet long and equally as wide.  He gave up trying to guess how many people were working. 

His attention was directed to the nearest group of technicians and he gazed toward some monitors that had attracted their attention.  A United States military base came into focus on a large screen and a technician punched in the data for several smaller screens offering various angles of the same scenario.  Apparently there was a mishap or concern as soldiers could be seen running to a barrack.  Armored vehicles were deploying around the outpost and helicopters were seen in the distance patrolling in a grid-like manner.

“Military base in Afghanistan.  Terrorist alert with a verifiable threat.”   Hal had walked up next to Slade.

“What is your role here?” asked Slade.

“Information and the coordination of intelligence to those who need it.”  Hal motioned for Slade to follow him.  Stopping at the nearest group of technicians, Hal turned to Slade.  “These work areas are called pods.  Each pod has a responsibility and a set geographic area of coverage within the world.  Depending on the crisis, they can have their protocol changed to address the circumstances of the emergency and work in conjunction with other pods in the room.  They are linked by communications and coordinated by the control room.”  Hal had turned and pointed toward a far corner of the room.

Slade let his gaze move with Hal’s.  Near the top of the far wall were huge opaque windows covering over forty feet of space.  There were no monitors in this section and Slade had not noticed it originally because the lights from the computer screens bounced off the glass, creating the illusion it was part of the technology housed inside. 

“Large control complex,” commented Slade.

“Has to be to run all of this.  We have our command and control there with the ability to reach out and contact any head of state anywhere in the world.”

“Impressive.  Do you have many such centers?”

“I’m afraid that information is classified, Slade.  Very few people within our government know this place exists.  Even the President, who knows of the location, does not know of its full capability.  We must keep secrets and this place is the custodian of those secrets.”

“What about the other intelligence agencies.  The FBI, CID, DOD and all the other alphabet groups out there.  Do they have access to this?”

“Very astute question.  Absolutely not.”  Hal laughed when he saw the surprised look on Slade’s face.  “Those agencies don’t even know of our existence.  We monitor them and feed them information when needed.  Isolation creates autonomy and anonymity.  By being anonymous our power base is vast and far reaching.  Our asset is in the information we provide.”

“How do you do that if they don’t know you exist?”

“Come with me and I’ll explain what I can.”

Hal turned and led Slade out of the nerve center and to a conference room away from all the activity.  The conference room had an active screen depicting a picture of the White House.

“We monitor Washington, D.C. from more angles than you could ever imagine.  Our technology is quite impressive.”

“I’m in awe.  I had no idea anything like this was real.”

“We have our limitations.  As grandiose as this is, we still are limited at times and must rely on field work to acquire intelligence.  Some things never change.”

“How have you kept this a secret for so long and what’s your purpose?  I’m not buying it’s just to supply information to the other services.”  Slade had joined Hal at the conference table.

“The purpose of this place is to monitor what all the intelligence communities are involved in, provide guidance when necessary and to make sure those areas we have kept hidden remain hidden.  You see, everyone has the same goal and mission:  to protect America and her people.  We all just go about it a little differently.  The CIA is supposed to be more concerned with international threats; the FBI domestic concerns; NSA kind of moves in both circles and then you have Customs and others, each with their own piece of the pie.  Without a watch dog to oversee and regulate what is going on, it would be easy for one group to overlap the other or miss a vital area of need, thinking someone else may be engaged in that arena.”

“You mean like with what occurred preceding 911?  There was the allegation that agencies did not share data that allowed the terrorists to destroy the World Trade Centers.  You’ve created a central clearing house of information.”

“Yes and no.  The World Trade Center did occur because of a lack of information sharing.  But we did not have all the data necessary.  It was an unfortunate part of our history and we learned a great deal from it.  We learned it is vital to have multiple streams of information.  Analysis is and always will be a pivotal part of deciphering information to create useful intelligence.  But remember something about analysis – it can be manipulated and in some instances that is what occurred in 911.  We had some bad information that produced intelligence that was not verifiable until after the event.”

“So even with all of this technology it comes back to human error.”  Slade shook his head in disbelief.

“Hasn’t it always?  Just because we have technology beyond anything available thirty or forty years ago, doesn’t make us infallible.  It comes down to analyzing data and acting upon it.  Wait too long or draw the wrong conclusion, a major incident can and will occur.  Act prematurely and you are criticized by world governments for being impetuous; move too late and you are accused of being archaic and out of touch.  In some respects it’s a no win scenario.” 

“Not a very bright outlook.”

“On the contrary.  We’re in a far better vantage point to make informed decisions than we were as early as five years ago.  We are the high tech equivalent to the other agencies.  Where they rely on field personnel, we utilize technology.  Both have their flaws and benefits.”  Hal looked over at Slade and smiled.

Slade stared at the monitor showing a picture of the White House and could see people hurrying down the sidewalk, some stopping to take a picture of the historical site.   Others were intent on getting somewhere on time and ignored the structure on their daily travels.  All very normal.

“So how does all of this involve Mind Walkers?” asked Slade.

“Ah.  I was wondering when you were going to get back to that.  First let me give you a little history.  Have you heard of Operations Stargate?  You told me you had not heard of the Montauk Project.”

“No, I haven’t heard of either one of them.  What is Operation Stargate?”

“Our government must explore ways to keep abreast of other countries and their development of weapons.  Sometimes this can lead us to cascading down a path that, when looked upon in hindsight, appears to be very foolish.  However, we often view some of these projects years later as being prophetic of things to come or that were just out of our reach when first explored.  There have been instances where we have resurrected extinct operations to explore the area we thought was not fruitful.”  Hal paused as he looked at Slade.

“You’ve lost me.  Unless I have a frame of reference to go on I can’t connect the dots.”

“Of course.  Operation Stargate was financed by the military and dealt primarily with remote viewing.  Military strategists had obtained information Russia was heavily engaged in developing a program where remote viewing was possible.”

“You’re talking about using psychics?  People like Ralph.” 

“Yes.  The military was convinced they could develop people who had psychic ability and have them aid in the war cause.  Think about it for a moment.  Orient the subject to a particular location, where you suspect a hidden bunker of biological weapons or uranium refinement for the development of a low grade nuclear arsenal.  The remote viewer could confirm or deny the existence of such a site or, at the very least, provide information to lead to additional missions to obtain intelligence.  The distance issue was not an equation any longer – for the remote viewer space or distance was irrelevant.  The subject could see the location to determine what was occurring.”

“Provided the information was accurate.”


“Did we have any success in the area?”

“Some, but the results were mixed.  Two things happened to destroy the project.  First, some key military leaders were skeptical of the project from the beginning and searched for every opportunity to end the program.  Secondly, intelligence finally confirmed Russia was not as advanced in this area as the military had been led to believe.  Actually, their program was all but non-existent.”

“So why the big issue with Operation Stargate?  Sounds innocent enough.”

Hal laughed and rubbed his eyes.  “If only that was so.  The United States government spent over $30 million dollars on the program before it was disbanded.  And like all ideas and concepts, the original methodology was altered from the initial concept.  The idea of remote viewing was tantalizing and when some military strategists had an opportunity to ponder the possibilities they started to broaden the concept.”

“Started to conduct tests on people other than psychics.”  Slade stated the issue matter-of-factly.

“Exactly.  The project had been based on large part by the exploits of an Edgar Cayce.  He was probably the most renowned psychic in the paranormal world.  People came to him from all over to have him diagnose possible diseases and other ailments.  His ability to ‘see’ is what intrigued the military strategists.  If Edgar Cayce could see, was there a possibility of enhancing this trait in others for the same purpose.  It was an intriguing possibility.”

“Let me guess.  Someone got wind of what was going and blew the whistle? And rightfully so, I might add.”

“They never obtained full disclosure on the mind enhancement experiments, but they did get information on the remote viewing aspect.  The original scientists involved in the exploration of the brain to enhance psychic abilities remained anonymous or so we thought.  The other parts of the project became public and the military took a ‘black eye’ to cover up the real aspect of the secret operation.”

“You said the original scientists had ‘remained anonymous’ or so you thought.  What happened to them?”

“They were murdered five days ago. The two psychics involved in the brain enhancement program have been kidnapped.”

“Do you know by whom and where they have been taken?”

“By the same person who tried to murder Shirley Waterbury, you, and all of your friends.”

“Why do I have a feeling there is a large piece of the puzzle still missing?  What about the Montauk Project?  Has does it fit in?”

“You’re very perceptive, Slade.  You could have a future with us.”

“No thanks.  It seems my life has become interesting enough.”

Both men laughed and Hal resumed the briefing.

“The Montauk Project came before Operation Stargate, but part of it was in place concurrently.  Operation Stargate was in existence from the early 1970’s through 1995.  The Montauk Project was started in 1943 and did not end until late in the 1980’s.  Where Operation Stargate was concerned primarily with remote viewing, the Montauk Project was concerned with brain enhancement to stimulate psychic ability.  Allegedly experiments were conducted on humans and animals to enhance brain patterns and abilities.  There are stories of humans being strapped to amplifying devices to enhance their brain patterns to influence other humans and locations.  The end result was to achieve mind control.”

“For what purpose?”

“To be used as a weapon.  Control the mind, you control the person.  Enhance the sensitivity of emanating brain waves you control an entire group of humans.  The possibilities were endless.”

“So what happened?”

“The strategists realized they needed a place to keep this research secret and the military agreed.  On Long Island, New York was an old abandoned radar station used during World War II situated just east of Montauk Point.  The installation was perfect for the experiments.  Plus the existing antennae array could be used to enhance the brain activity when humans were connected to it and the proper stimulant was applied.  It was remote, already constructed and uninhabited.  Perfect location.”

“Did the experiments commence?”

“They did with startling results.  The program was moving in a direction, that I think personally, the human race has no business going in.  A small group of scientists involved in the project felt the same way and leaked information to the press, ending the operation and the tests.”

“What do you mean part of the program?” asked Slade, realizing both of these operations were far more complex than he had ever realized.

“The mind control to increase psychic sensitivity was only one area.  Due to the time-space dilemma faced with the mind and remote viewing, quantum mechanics entered the picture, as did the issue of time itself.  All of that was kept quiet.  The site was allegedly abandoned, the ground turned over to the local community for a park.  The antennae array remains and is the only Sage Radar system left.  It has been placed on the historical archive site.”

“Allegedly abandoned?”

“You’re currently under Montauk Point, about ten stories down.  Sometimes it’s easier to hide in plain sight.  You see, we use the Internet and other means to send out information to throw off curiosity seekers intent on exposing government programs.  Some of the information you read about is actually information we supply and place in the proper hands.  If you come straight out and deny a program when parts of it are known to be true, it takes on a life of its own.  But if you embellish the information surrounding the mystery of the operation it becomes urban myth, a legend where truth and lies blend to form a cover.”

“And no one can determine fact from fiction, reality from fantasy.  Disinformation at its best.”  Slade had interrupted Hal.   “Brilliant.”

“Thank you.”

“Are there other programs out there linked to these two?”

“There are but they are not important for now.  I needed you to know the background for the issue at hand.”  Hal leaned forward as he spoke to Slade.

“What issue is that?”

“Oracle.  Operation Stargate and the Montauk Project disappeared into the night, but not the strategists and scientists who worked on the programs.  To them they just needed another place to launch their experiments.”

“And they’ve found that?” asked Slade, dreading the answer.

“Yes and they have created a monster in so doing.  The man who tried to murder all of you is now in control. He calls the new psychics….”

“Mind Walkers.”  Slade stared at Hal for verification and the other man nodded his head.

“Yes.  Only he is using them for financial gain and expansion.  However, recent intelligence indicates he is moving to another area, an arena the military explored.  Assassins.  Mind Walkers could become the ultimate weapon.  No trace, no DNA, nothing to ever prove they were there.  How can you bring to justice someone who is thousands of miles away and has a host of verifiable witnesses stating he or she never met the deceased?  It is a scenario that cannot come to be.”

“Gunter Gutenberg.”

“Gunter Gutenberg.  He’s a medical genius, specializing in diseases and afflictions of the mind.  He was recruited by a group that resurrected the old programs.  The new experiments operate under an umbrella called Oracle.  But even within this group there has been a splintering.  Gunter is conducting his own research on an Island originally founded by seven member nations with nine representatives overseeing the work.  They are called the Nine.  Gunter drove them out of power and assumed control.”

“Did you know about the attempted assassination on Shirley beforehand?  Did you have information and not act on it?”  Slade narrowed his eyes and glared at Hal. 

Holding up his hands in a plaintive gesture, Hal replied.  “No.  We were focusing our attention on the Island and the experiments being conducted that are masquerading under the name of science.  We did not know about the attempt until afterwards.”

“Why don’t you just go to the Island and reclaim control?”

“Because Gunter is aware of all the hidden secrets we’ve kept quiet about that originated from Operation Stargate and the Montauk Project.  Secrets that could cripple this administration and destroy this President, who, by the way, had nothing to do with either program.  He was a Senator and chaired a committee to cease Operation Stargate.”

“So what’s our next move?” asked Slade, wishing immediately he had not asked.

“Do you know Cody Garrett, FBI?” asked Hal.

“You already know I do.  Met him about a year ago.  He had some problems with the Department of Defense and I kinda, uh, got involved.”  Slade let a lopsided smile brush across his face.

“You’re correct, we know you are acquaintances.  He’s heading back to Colombia, where the Nine and the other research facility exist.  The Nine have a lab in the Colombian jungle, hidden from prying eyes.  We think they’re working on a possible solution to the Gunter problem.  We want you to assist them.”

“Why me?”

“Because you go places they can’t.  Any ties to the government will be a red flag.  Plus, Shirley Waterbury has resources you can capitalize on to aid you.”

“I won’t use Shirley as an innocent pawn in this.”

“You want have to.  She’s already involved herself by stabilizing Akron Pharmaceutical, a company Gunter wanted.  Stop Gunter and you stop any future attempts on Shirley’s life.”

Slade sat for several seconds before answering.  He did not like being used as an irrelevant piece in an international game of chess involving clandestine organizations trying to keep their dirty secrets hidden from scrutiny.  And he still was not sure he could trust Hal and his associates.

“Guess I have no choice,” said Slade.

Hal stood up and so did Slade.

“No, you don’t,” said Hal, directing Slade to the door.

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