Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #305

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #305

…The second unique case of abduction is Sara Fenwick, who was missing for six full years, and most recently, has been making regular visits to a Fountain of Youth…

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All this is transpiring in Washington, D.C. at Walter Reed Medical Army Hospital; physicians to anyone from Presidents and Privates. Sara has seen most of these same doctors while in New Mexico, so she is Image result for walter reed army hospital 1950not totally opposed to being poked and prodded. She is treated like the celebrity she has become, especially among this exclusive group.

The four men and one woman are very busy these days, attempting to sort through volumes of x-rays, blood tests and testimony from men, women and children who claim to have been lifted from their lives, with little recollection of what went on. The only thing they seem to know is that something had happened.

It has become apparent that each of the two dozen or so cases has its own peculiarity. But there are only two that are clearly unique. One, is the unlucky unidentified man who was the lone human casualty at the crash at Roswell (which we all know never happened, wink – wink). The second is the case of Sara Fenwick, who was missing for six full years, and most recently, has been making regular visits to a Fountain of Youth, at an undisclosed locale. The latter will be coming to an end, with an Army of help, but without discerned or predicted results.

Holloman AFB-001 The lead doctor in the Top Secret study is, Ben Wright, the psychiatrist who50-to-40-001 was the first professional to interview the mysterious woman on runway 4-9er at Holloman Air Force Base. He is flat out flabbergasted by what he finds out about the 1952 version of this woman. Had she not been in the company of Carolyn and Robert, he would not have recognized her; such was the extent of her physical reversal. After he sees the freshly taken x-rays, he cannot believe his eyes.

“She has two kidneys! I’ll be damned!” He has since summoned his colleagues to check out the before and after electromagnetic images. “And look at the frontal lobe of her brain, it has regenerated completely — and it looks better than ever!”

          “The left kidney is a kidney of a sixteen-year-old. How old did you say she was?” asks the female of the team, Jane Friez, to the Ben Wright.

          “When we found her in ‘47, she was 56 in calendar years, closer to 50 in biological years. Here, 5 years later, she hardly looks a day over 40.”

          “I’m definitely jealous, but that is physically impossible. Are you sure this is the same woman?”


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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #281

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

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‘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.


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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #278

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…Ford points to a bright stationary oval-shaped object, perhaps a quarter mile at its widest, his gauge array has gone wacko, dials spinning, light flashing, levers and pedals moving on their own…

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UFO Interception by Alfredsson

“Wanna land this thing?” he asks Carolyn.

“We’ll see, Bob.”

Hours later, in the tower at Holloman, radar picks up something peculiar on its screen. The radar man on duty spots a darting image, similar to others he had reported before and told to ignore, but this one was zigging and zagging its way toward the approaching civilian Douglas DC-3.

  “One-alpha-niner, there is a bogey approaching you at five o’clock low. I have dispatched two fighters to come take a look. Over?”

          “Roger, Holloman control, will keep an eye out. Over.” Ford has seen strange objects before; some of them defy logical description. “Lyn, hon, come forward quickly.”

          “All right, already, where’s the fire?”

“There…” He points to a bright stationary oval-shaped object, perhaps a quarter mile at its widest, in front of them, matching their diminishing speed exactly – he guesses, because his gauge array has gone wacko, dials spinning, light flashing, levers and pedals moving on their own. Just about the time Lyn gets a good look at it; the two Air Force fighters join in. Surely they will close in and force the strange craft to land.

But as they close in, the object turns, pauses briefly and rockets off at an impossible rate of speed. In a matter of a second or two, it is completely out of sight.

The fighters drift about, like a dog who wonders where that darn rabbit went to. Gauges and such on the DC-3 regain their expected readings.

“What did we just see?” asks Lyn of her more experienced flying companion.

“I was hoping you could tell me. That is one of the damndest things I have ever seen.  The way the rudder and flap controls were moving, we should have been barrel rolling, a tailspin at the very least.  I’m just glad you saw it too, because I suspect that the military will come up with some stupid explanation.”

“There isn’t one in any encyclopedia I own. How fast did that go?”

“I would have to say, thousands of miles per hour. That’s odd because nobody has gotten past the speed of sound in anything, ground or air.”

bogie  “How fast is that?”

“What? And I thought you knew everything… 750 miles per hour, maybe a little more… that thing didn’t just fly away fast, it literally evaporated before our eyes. Hey, I’m going to get us down. Strap yourself in.”

There was no sense in prolonging the matter of hand, just because they were nose to nose with an unknown flying object for a few minutes – at least that is what they think.


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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #271

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… A blank stare is the mystery woman’s default answer to most questions. She simply doesn’t remember… much…

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“This is 1947, Miss ______?” wonders United States Air Force Sergeant Vincent Smith of a woman who is sitting up in a hospital bed at the military facility near Alamogordo, NewHolloman AFB-001 Mexico. She was found standing on the main runway at Holloman Air Force Base, in the middle of a moonlit night two days ago. It is only the full moon that saves her from being run down by a jet airplane taxiing to a midnight takeoff. “Okay, let’s forget your name for now. What is the last thing you remember?”

          “Dancing.”

          “Dancing. That makes sense, considering the dress you were wearing when they found you. Can you tell me where you were dancing and perhaps how you managed to find your way onto the most highly guarded military base in the world?”

A blank stare is the mystery woman’s default the answer to most questions. She simply doesn’t remember… much. “Pearl Harbor – can’t go back, the Japanese…”

The man is puzzled why she always goes back to 1941. Maybe she was a prisoner of the Japanese? “That was six years ago,” he explains once again.

20140323psychiatry“No,” the woman insists, “we are leaving for Pakistan in the morning. I have to get back to the Clipper.”

The base psychiatrist, who has since come into the room, having dealt with this mysterious lady from the beginning, has been slowly putting some of the clues together. “I think she is talking about the Pacific Clipper, Vince, you know, the one Bob Ford flew for Pan American. When the bleeping Japs hit Pearl, he had to fly back to New York by the seat of his pants.”

“Yeah, I have a buddy who knows one of the mechanics from that plane, said they burned 76 octane half the time,” Smith recalls. “But that was still six years ago! This is beginning to creep me out. Keep an eye on her Ben; I’m going to give Pan American a buzz. Maybe they can help figure this out.”


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