Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #281

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #281

…Obviously they are not satisfied with Lyn’s answers, observations or anything else for that matter. She is no Constance Caraway…

'An Unreliable Witness' by Alice May Williams,

‘An Unreliable Witness’ by Alice May Williams,

Bob Ford was only able to stay the day, having to get his cargo to Los Angeles in the morning. He will make a couple trips forth and back to Hawaii, and then come back to New Mexico, hopeful of returning Lyn and a restored Sara to Florida.

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And then there is the matter of the military debriefing. The powers that be have not believed either Bob or Lyn’s claim of ignorance pertaining to that Boogie-woogieing bogey of the previous day. And did they really see that supposed explosion? The very same people, who want the two to admit to seeing the silver streak, to share every detail, would prefer they conveniently ignore that small mushroom cloud.

They will get to Ford upon his return.

For now, Carolyn Hanes will do just fine.

Storyteller-001   “Like I told, Sergeant Smith before, we were headed straight into the sun and the glare was so intense, we couldn’t see a thing,” she explains to a panel that resembles the Supreme Court. (Sgt. Vincent Smith is too small a fish for this pond) There is so much decoration on these men that it has to be a burden to their chests and shoulders.

“You must have been watching your instruments then. Did you notice anything unusual, you know, spinning, bouncing needles, loss of power?” This inquisitor had to be a general and he gives the impression that Holloman’s fighter pilots report the same problems with their instrumentation as the DC-3.

“Captain… I mean, Mr. Ford had us entering our final approach. It appeared to be perfectly normal to me, he even asked me if I wanted to land his plane, but I’m used to my Cub. I really should have had a New York telephone book to sit on, I could barely see out of the front windows, though I did see the welcoming committee. That was a nice touch.”

Quite a storyteller is this one.

“That wasn’t a welcoming committee Miss Hanes, they were scrambled because we thought you were in danger.”

“Danger? Do you mean from that huge explosion that happened after we landed. Boy that was something… isn’t the war over?” so much for taking the edge off, because nobody was laughing.

“You are at a highly sensitive military facility Ma’am. We are testing new weapons on a regular basis.”

  Lyn had done a little research about the White Sands Missile Range before they left New York. She knows that would be northwest, not northeast, of the air base. The explosion they had seen yesterday probably killed a herd of cattle or ruined the paint job on some farmer’s new pick-up truck, but she will go along with the program, for the sake of staying out of the way of men who see what they want to see, facts be damned.

“That would be a good one, Sir!” She could not resist just one more jab.

There seems to be an inordinate amount of whispering going on. Obviously they are not satisfied with Lyn’s answers, observations or anything else for that matter. She is no Constance Caraway.

“If you would remember something important, please let us know. Otherwise, that will be all. Thank you for your cooperation.”

The ten men file out of the room empty handed, unaware of how much a threat they were leaving behind. Lyn Hanes is an even better witness than she is an actress and she has seen two events that seemingly defy conventional relevance. She will guard what she knows carefully, just as she had done today, but is not about to let a sleeping dog lay. Whatever the story is, it will not escape her. The authoress’ little put-on establishes her as an unknown and unquantifiable menace.


Alpha Omega M.D.

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Storyteller by Daniel Armstrong

Episode #281


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