“Telepathic communication! I can hear you! I recall doing the same with Frell!”
Belinda’s mouth dropped open. “You can hear us?”
Scott nodded with a smile, knowing they were suitably impressed, although impressed was an understatement. Each couldn’t believe he could be enlightened so quickly. They both understood he was an astounding man, someone who was specifically chosen to be a donor of genes for their population, and these decisions are never made easily or with fault; and they were right.
Phyllis stared at Belinda, raising her eyebrows as if to say, ‘Wow!’
“I’m only kidding, my leg doesn’t have bells, but you two have sure made my day,” he said with a cat-sized grin. “I would never have imagined a flying saucer pilot might be named, Phyllis.” He added with a smile while still trying hard not to offend her.
“My mother wanted to name me Heidi,” she replied.
“I’m living a dream here.” He stated it so quietly that Belinda hardly heard him. “Here I am, talking to a blonde-haired woman whose mother wanted to call her, Heidi, while standing inside a flying saucer. I’m either losing the plot, lost the plot, or this is the greatest adventure ever.” Scott turned to face Phyllis, feeling a little ashamed of laughing at her name. “So why weren’t you called Heidi then?”
Phyllis had to smile at his question, replying, “As a group of people we do not have what you refer to as surnames. We have only first names and there already was already another called Heidi. I was then given my present name. It was the next available.”
“Which is very nice,” added Scott. “Honestly, Phyllis. It really is a lovely name. I just didn’t imagine it could be the name of a UFO pilot. You just caught me unawares, that’s all. You’re also a really good-looking woman. I hope you don’t mind me saying so?”
“Thank you,” replied Phyllis, “You’re really very kind.”
“Heidi is a Germanic name, I think,” added Scott.
“Yes, it is. My mother was German.”
“Really?” he asked. His expression had changed to one of astonishment. “How come your mother was German? Was she recently abducted?”
“My mother was born in Germany and was quite young during the Second World War, which is when she was picked up.”
“Good grief,” said Scott, still unable to comprehend the fact that abductions had always taken place, even during world wars.
“My mother was in her late teenage years when Germany was under attack by the allies. She doesn’t speak much about those years but felt I should at least know something of the horrors that had taken place.”
Scott’s ears picked up, especially as he was captured by a true story of abduction while wondering why Phyllis’s mother had been selected. “Tell me more, please?”
“My mother’s name is, Helga, and she had become separated from her family in Berlin, it was a very difficult time for everyone, you must understand. She was attempting to reach the shipping port of Keil, a busy harbour situated on the northern Baltic coastline. This was where she hoped to make contact with other family members. But times were hard and she was all alone so travelling was extremely hazardous in many ways. She carried all her personal belongings in one suitcase, which had already been hit by a stray bullet from an aircraft. Strafed by a Spitfire, she told me.”
Scott listened absolutely spellbound. As a member of the armed forces, and born not too long after the mentioned conflict, he felt he knew quite a bit about what he was hearing.
Phyllis paused briefly while recollecting her mother’s story. “There was one particular incident which my mother mentioned, one that I always clearly remember because it stands out as one of mankind’s biggest mysteries. My mother said she had actually seen the German Fuhrer, Adolf Hitler, along with his private secretary, Martin Bormann. It was when she was heading towards the port, struggling to escape the murderous onslaught by the Russians, alongside thousands of other fleeing refugees.”
Scott’s eyes widened when he heard both names. His curiosity had been kicked into life with new meaning. What mystery was he about to hear? What revelations were to unfold?
“Hitler and Bormann were obviously travelling together as companions, but in very strange circumstances, according to my mother. She was absolutely certain they were who she thought they were, even though Hitler was missing his little moustache while wearing rags for clothing. Without any hair, the skin on his upper lip was very pale, giving any onlooker the impression a moustache was still there. That part of the disguise had failed miserably, it seems. Her thoughts at that time were they were travelling incognito while attempting to escape from the advancing allied forces, escaping while they still could. The Soviet Union’s advance force was already knocking on Berlin’s front door and he wasn’t hanging around to personally answer. There was a race to capture Hitler, with the Russians leading. The allies were entering the city from the opposite direction, but ever so slowly. Both armies were fighting every inch of the way, Strasse by Strasse, racing ahead and against each other as fast as they could, especially the Russians, who were by then in almost complete control. Germany was being split into pieces, carved by a political cleaver with the spoils being fought over by the so-called victors. My mother was just one of many refugees who were struggling to survive by running away from the war-torn bombed-out cities, especially Berlin. My mother also mentioned Hitler’s most trusted personnel were using aircraft to enter and leave the city, landing and taking-off from cleared roads close to his Bunker.”
Scott interrupted loudly, “That’s absolutely incredible. Adolf Hitler was supposed to have perished in that bunker, alongside his mistress Eva Braun; and as far as I know, his dog Blonde as well. But as for an aircraft landing on Berlin’s roads, I’m not so sure. Did your mother say anything else about it?”
Phyllis gave it some thought. “It was some sort of bird… I think.”
Scott released a laugh, imagining a large crow carrying a bunch of fanatical Nazis across the sky.
“Nah! She must have been mistaken.” He said it with a laugh.
“No, she wasn’t,” Phyllis assured him. “She said it was a… it was a… a… stork. Yes, that’s it. It was a stork.”
“Bloody-hell, she was probably right then. There was a small lightweight spotter plane called a Storch. Crikey, it sounds as if was true.”
Phyllis nodded, recalling the story from her mother.
“Yes,” added Scott. “The small aircraft was built by Fiesler. It was one of the first short take-off and landing aircraft, known by the abbreviated STOAL. I actually built a plastic Airfix model of one when I was a youngster. That’s unbelievable though.”
She agreed, nodding.
Scott ran a hand through his hair again, with a look on his face suggesting he was giving the entire story a lot of serious thought. “But as for Hitler’s death being believed, which it still is of course, an escape is quite another theory.”
“Ah-ha. And that’s what everyone was told.” She said, still nodding. “That Hitler had killed himself and was destroyed by fire. The official statement from those who thought they knew everything.” Phyllis smiled at the knowledge of humans believing almost anything they were told, as long as it keeps them feeling happy and secure; such as, stray weather balloons as an excuse for reported UFO’s.
She continued, “In actual fact, the man who died in the underground bunker was nothing more than an actor, a very talented man who was a close double of the German Reich Chancellor. Eva had been fooled into taking poison, along with the dog. They were both sacrificed to complete the deception. But there was a snag in the plan, and it caused a few problems. Hitler’s double had refused to lay down his life for his leader when the war was over, by all accounts. While trying to force poison down the actor’s throat there had been a violent struggle. The fight culminated in the man’s death while leaving him badly mutilated and disfigured, to the point where his likeness to the Fuhrer was questionable. The dead man was shot in the h
ead as an attempt to prevent his facial injuries being seen, and also to appear as suicide. But this proved not to be the case because his body was so badly beaten with obvious cuts, bruises and broken bones. This was when it was decided by those left in command to burn the body with as much petrol as they could muster. The cremation would be carried out by someone who was not part of the deception, with their innocence and sworn testimony assisting the deviousness and success of the plot.”
“How do you know this is all true?” Scott asked with an expression of surprise on his face. He never expected to hear anything about the last World War or especially the tyrannical Adolf Hitler. He was already aware that Martin Bormann had mysteriously disappeared towards the end of that war and no one knew where he had gone or what had happened to him. This was a revelation from someone who was indirectly connected with the conflict and its almost destroyed population. He could only wonder in amazement at what he’d just heard. This was one of the weirdest things he’d ever been told. His inquisitive mind wanted to know more, so he asked, “What happened to Hitler and Bormann then? Did they escape? And if so, where did they go?”
“I only know what my mother told me,” Phyllis answered. “However, she also said she asked the same question when she first heard the story, just like you have - with the same answer that no one really knows for certain as it’s all unsubstantiated. It seems they just disappeared with the story of suicide within the Berlin bunker being widely accepted. However, the story does include another oddity. There had been a second double for Hitler; another look-alike who also refused to die for the lost cause. He had been secretly imprisoned in the Reich Chancellery, protected and pampered with all the luxuries he could expect by being the Fuhrer’s second closest stooge. However, the fact he was also refusing to die meant he might try to flee from his so-called protectors. To prevent him attempting to escape captivity both shoes were removed, leaving him to walk around with only socks on his feet. It had been considered that without protective footwear he would be unable to leave the building, especially as the city resembled a bombed-out battleground with masonry, glass and bodies littering the roads. But with time running out, the murdered double and Eva had been burned to nothing more than a smoking pile of cinders. His secretary and chauffeur were cleverly fooled into believing the burned pair were indeed the Fuhrer and his mistress, but it had taken all the available petrol to carry out the deed. A surviving double would have worked against the ruse, with his testimony and account of the entire episode ruining any potential escape plan. The second look-alike also had to be destroyed. That was when he was dragged from the Reich Chancellery and his SS guard were executed. There could be no one left to tell any stories! With no witnesses to the clever deception, there was no one left to reveal the Fuhrer was still alive. It was all a very clever trick to fool the allies into believing the Fuhrer was dead, giving his attempt of escape the best possible chance of success. The Reich Chancellery execution was not completed as planned though. The supply of petrol that was destined to burn the SS Guard and the second double, to render them completely unrecognisable, had been diverted to the bunker for its success. The original plan was for the Bunker-double to be recognised as the lifeless Fuhrer, thereby putting an immediate halt to any further searches. But the concentrated burning had prevented any form of recognition, where the sworn statements made by the fooled witnesses were the only method of persuading those who needed to be convinced. Advancing troops eventually discovered the group of bodies left lying in the Reich Chancellery’s fountain, all shot to pieces. The troops who made the shoeless discovery initially believed they had located Hitler and soon broadcast the find far and wide. They were confused by the fact he was only wearing socks on his feet, trying to formulate a reason for it. With two separate reports stating that Hitler was dead, with reliable independent witnesses swearing their sincerity to the occupying Soviet forces that his remains was destroyed in a fire outside the Bunker, the war was finally at an end. With the Nazi leader committing suicide and without a grave, there was no martyrdom - and no reason for anyone to continue fighting. The Third Reich was finished, gone for good, bombed off the streets and purged from the world forever. This suited the remaining German hierarchy who immediately surrendered to the occupying forces.”
Phyllis drew in a deep long breath. “So there you have it, Scott. You have heard an incredible story that is widely accepted as the final demise of the infamous German leader. But there was in fact a much larger picture; although no one really knows the final and truthful outcome - including us! There has always been another question left in the wake of the mystery and that is the involvement of the submarine U977’s clandestine departure towards the end of hostilities. It’s most secret and final destination was Argentina, which is where it was eventually surrendered; but the reason for it sailing there under the most secret auspices has always been left wide open for rumour and conjecture.”
“That’s an incredible story,” stated Scott, while still piecing together all the facts and questions he had just heard. If he could remember all he had just been told and able to get it into print, he might be able to confound a few historical theories by turning them on their heads. Although without hard evidence, he reflected, he probably couldn’t. “Didn’t your mother try to speak to the escapees when she saw them?”
“My mother felt they were trying awfully hard not to be recognised. They were wearing wide brimmed hats while keeping their heads low and faces tilted forwards. She firmly believed her life might have been in great danger had she attempted to contact them in any way; and besides,” she said, “my mother lacked the confidence to speak to such important people at that time.” Phyllis clasped her hands, gently rubbing them together. Recollecting and discussing the stories her mother had only mentioned twice to her had been a little unsettling. She missed her mother who lived on their home planet a very long way away and wondered when they might next meet.
Scott caught sight of her rubbing her hands together, recognising she was in deep thought, and although he would have liked to know more about these atrocious German leaders who may have escaped to god only knows where, he wouldn’t ask anymore questions about it; yet.
“Anyway,” he said as he turned to face Belinda, “how about telling me more about the trouble concerning Frell and Drang?”
Belinda paused for a moment before replying as she recollected her thoughts, remembering all she had told him so far.
“Following your return to Earth, there was nothing else for them to do except return to the Mothership. Earth’s solar system is isolated from the rest of space with regards to communications, so any contact with them was impossible due to a communication filtration system. Anything that happened to them went unreported due to that restricting system, which is why we did not know anything had happened to them.”
“A filtration system? What filtration system?” asked a puzzled Scott.
Because various types of intelligent species inhabit most of space, there is a vast array of communications. This includes some methods of technology that are completely unknown to earthbound humans. You would all be very surprised, Scott, if humans were able to detect and decipher the messages and data that is transmitted across galaxies. The entire secret of life beyond the stars would be known for certain. Humans are a deliberately isolated species and are to remain as such until a peaceful settlement is in place across your planet entire. Humans are one of the most aggressive organisms known to other intelligent species across space, with none wishing to be known about by the planetary-tied humans. Scott, I wonder if you realise how several other species wish the human problem didn’t even exist, and how both the planet and the rest of space would benefit without the damage it has sustained from your species’ greedy existence. The Grey Empire is anxious to take control of your planet, getting rid of humans in total. You are a member of an endangered species, and not only by your own hands, I may add. Your blue planet is a very desirable piece of real estate, which is a
common enough earth phrase that sizes-up the importance of the planet to other species. Earth humans have become a disease, similar to a virus that alters its genetic structure through reproduction and mutation; very destructive!”
Scott listened to her words, imagining what she was saying by building little pictures within his mind. First of all, he imagined the blue planet hanging in space with an eye-catching neon sign stating, For Sale or To Let, loudly protruding from its curved surface to attract any prospective space traveller who might be passing by. Secondly, he recollected images from televised news bulletins where war and destruction went hand in hand with greed and cruelty. He knew she was right in everything she had said, which was also in his written story concerning Frell from the lunar abduction. Had he been told all or some of what he had just heard before, he wondered?
Chapter five
A low mist hung restlessly above the floor forming a dense fog lower down, swirling into white whorls that briefly spun behind small grey figures for a few moments as they hurried along. Dust and fine-grit crunched sharply beneath little scuffling feet as the mist was brushed aside by small bodies as they went about their business. The heart-shaped heads of these tiny fellows appeared huge for the size of their bodies, where it appeared their scrawny necks must be under an enormous amount of supportive strain. Both eyes were almond shaped, glossy and as black as treacle or molten tar. The eyes were never seen to blink or shed a tear, and without an iris, cornea, or any kind of colour, there was no detail whatsoever. The skin of the outer eye was uniform, soft to the touch and consisting of thousands of hexagonal rods, similar in appearance to an insect’s compound eye. Each rod-end was bristling with nerve endings, all converging to give the individual exceptional vision and clarity. The entire spectrum could be distinguished, with radiation and physical sensations picked-up too. The Greys did not need lanterns or torches to see in darkness, their eyes automatically adjusted their sensitivity to suit any given situation. The synapses for each rod would fire a series of quick-fire signals, instantly conducting what was being viewed to the optical sensory section of the body’s nervous system. These highly evolved eyes saw everything in minute detail, sensitively capturing the smallest pieces of visual information while defining it. Each little Grey clone had a specific function with appropriate tasks to perform. They went about their business silently and always without question or complaint. Their main method of communication was by telepathy, although verbal dialogue was always an option, although considered inefficient as it was rarely used. Speech was only ever used when communicating with another species that lacked the mental ability of telepathy, with Earth-bound humans falling into this primeval and subordinate category. Each of the child-sized grey-coloured beings was identical to the rest, in every detail, all cloned from a common hybrid ancestor. They were artificially spawned and reproduced for individual and menial purposes, programmed to obey without question or complaint. Their not-as grey-coloured masters belonged to the Empire, an aggressively jealous species who firmly believed space and every other being was subservient to them and theirs to command at will. Their ancient religious texts, scripts and carvings stated that until their kind had been granted sacred life and substance there had been nothing; a complete void with only infinite darkness and cold. Space, its entirety and everything it contains was blessed upon them by a higher Grey entity for their pleasure and their rule, with all other beasts and dominion to be used for the benefit of their species. They were the evolved product from lizard-like ancestors, all cold and brown with a scaly skin. The scales were still evident, but were very fine in detail and extremely difficult to see. The Greys’ long evolutionary period had steered them away from the original amphibious reptilian creature to the evolved being of the present. They had become something very different to the original animal, which was supposedly given wisdom and great superiority from the very first day of creation by their gods. Grey masters looked down on all other lifeforms, taking exception to the fact that other species’ seemed to share some of their sacred beliefs. This infuriated the Grey elite. They would always try to steal a lead upon their adversaries, racing to newly discovered planets and claiming them as their own, insisting their god had led them to it, brushing aside the accusations of poaching property belonging to others with deliberate contempt. Always looking for an edge with which to give them a strategic advantage over others, the Greys wouldn’t entertain any other race or species as an equal. Only as an adversary – always!
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