Chapter 26
Whether it was the announced presence of the director of the Los Alamos National Laboratory or just because Mark had a pent-up reservoir of energy from the stress of the week, his performance on the Hilltoppers’ home court that Friday night was record shattering. By the time Roswell Goddard High School found themselves facing the LAHS second team, Mark had left the game to a standing ovation, having scored sixty-two of the team's ninety-three points.
The national sporting newswires were suddenly abuzz with the story, thanks to an AP reporter, in town covering the Rho Ship, who happened to attend the game. The keys of his BlackBerry almost caught fire as he relayed a game rundown to his best friend and famed ESPN sports reporter, Bobby Harold.
The story was also picked up by the National Inquisitor, a tabloid best known for its two-headed-baby stories. The lead story in their special Saturday edition screamed, “Alien Child of Rho Project Worker Scores 62.”
When Jennifer looked at Mark’s face staring up at her from the copy Heather bought at the grocery store, her eyes nearly popped from her head.
“Oh. This is just great.”
Heather leaned against the workbench in the Smythe’s garage. “Where is your alien brother, anyway?”
Jennifer shook her head. “His new cheerleader girlfriend picked him up an hour ago.”
Heather frowned. “Colleen 'All Cars' Johnson?”
“That’s the one. What does ‘All Cars’ mean?”
“That she’s never found a backseat she didn’t like.” Heather’s frown deepened. “What does Mark see in that girl? She’s older than him and gives blondes a bad name.”
“You have a way of answering your own questions.” Jennifer crumpled the news rag in her hands and tossed it at the trash can next to the garage door. It missed.
Heather didn’t know what it was that made her so angry when she thought of Mark out with Colleen. After all, he was free to make his own decisions. But someone so shallow? She was stunned.
“Well, don’t worry about Mark,” Jennifer said as she walked to the trash can and stuffed the wadded paper in. “The way the press is camping him now, there’s no way he can go anywhere near the ship. We’ll pack up the receiver equipment and take it out there ourselves.”
They had decided it was too risky to keep the equipment in the Smythe garage any longer. Instead, they opted to take a laptop, a tape drive, and the QT receiver unit and set them up on the ship. Power was a bit of a problem that they would have to resolve, but they had a plan for that.
They had a variety of photo-voltaic cells that would turn light into power, which they could then use to keep the batteries charged. Both Heather and Jennifer were confident they could have the ship focus light on the solar collectors in a way that would give them a sufficient power stream to keep everything running. It would just take a little work to configure it all. With that in mind, they packed a complete set of tools.
It was almost noon by the time they loaded everything onto their bikes and made their way out to the starship, which they had named the Second Ship. The trip out had taken them twice as long as normal since they stopped several times to be sure they weren’t followed.
Once through the holographic field, Heather climbed up into the ship first, leaning down to retrieve the packages as Jennifer handed them up to her. Jennifer struggled climbing up but, with Heather’s help, finally managed. Then, pausing only to slip the headsets into place, Heather and Jennifer climbed up to the command deck.
For two hours they worked, laying out all of the receiver equipment, the laptop, the tape drive, and their tools and then hooking in the solar panel battery charging system. They were very happy with the way the ship responded to their request for enhanced lighting directed to the panel. A bright beam focused itself directly on the spot where they had laid out the solar array.
Another wonderful discovery presented itself completely by accident.
As Jennifer and Heather worked on the wiring from the solar collectors to the battery charging circuitry, Jennifer said, “I don’t know about you, but I wish we had more pleasant surroundings to work on this stuff.”
“I know what you mean. It would be nice to be on the beach in Bora Bora right now.”
The rose-colored light surrounding them dissolved away, replaced with the cobalt waters of the reef-sheltered island, gently lapping at the shore.
“Incredible,” said Jennifer, standing and looking around.
Behind them, a high volcanic peak wreathed in clouds rose majestically into the sky. Heather could feel the soft breeze, smell the sea air, taste the salt on her tongue. It was so real that Heather knelt down to run her fingers through the sand, an act that almost resulted in her breaking a nail on the smooth floor of the command deck.
“How did it know what Bora Bora looks like?” Jennifer asked.
“It must have gotten it from my mind,” said Heather. “We stopped there on our Tahiti cruise last year. It’s my favorite Tahitian island. If you’ve seen the old musical South Pacific, then you’ve seen it.”
The illusion was so beautiful, the girls took a while to return to work.
When they finally finished and powered the system up, they received an unpleasant surprise. The QT receiver was not picking up a signal.
Jennifer turned to look at Heather. “What’s going on? Do you think they destroyed the airplane?”
Heather paused to think. “I don’t know, but I doubt it. More likely it’s somewhere dark, so there’s no power to the system. When the light comes back on, it’ll start sending again.”
“You mean if the light gets turned on. What if it’s in a box?”
“Well, we can’t worry about that. Let’s go ahead and set the output to be captured to tape if the computer detects an incoming signal. We’ll just leave it and come back tomorrow after church. Then we’ll see if we have anything.”
Jennifer moved to the keyboard and began programming in the instructions. As familiar as Heather was with how good Jennifer had gotten, she still found herself amazed at just how fast her friend was on the computer.
After just a few minutes, Jennifer stood up. “Okay, that’s done. I guess all we can do now is wait.”
It felt odd to leave all of their equipment set up on the floor of the command deck, but it made climbing the steep canyon slope back to their bikes much easier. It also made for a pleasant ride back to White Rock. As they approached the turn in to their houses, Meadow Lane held a surprise that killed Heather’s good mood.
A small crowd had gathered in front of the Smythe house, clad in an assortment of outlandish garb and carrying signs such as “Send out the Alien” and “Basketball is for Earthlings.”
Braking hard enough to leave skid marks, Jennifer barely managed to miss a woman who danced out into the street whirling a long scarf. It reminded Heather of one of those Olympic ribbon gymnastic routines.
“Hey, watch it! What do you think you’re doing?” Jennifer demanded.
The woman stopped whirling, a vapid smile on her lips. “A welcoming dance, of course. The young alien must know that some of us welcome his presence here on our planet. Not everyone on Earth is a bigot.”
Seeing Jennifer’s raised eyebrow, Heather leaned over.
“Jen, forget it. Let’s get inside.”
Two policemen were on the scene and managed to keep the group off of the Smythe front lawn and out of their driveway. One of them was kind enough to escort Jennifer through to her garage. Heather waved at Jennifer and then ducked into her own garage. Fortunately, the crowd remained oblivious to her presence.
By the time her mother had dinner ready, a larger contingent of police had arrived with a van and, having made several arrests for unlawful assembly and trespassing, managed to clear the area.
Heather’s father peered out through the curtains on the front window before joining Heather and her mother at the table.
“Finally. I was wondering when the authorities would get that under control.”
Her mother shook her head. “All it takes to stir up the nutcases is a story in the Inquisitor. Poor Mark. They almost attacked him and his girlfriend when they came home this afternoon. She seems like such a sweet girl.”
Both her parents looked over at Heather as she almost choked on her spaghetti.
“Are you all right, babe?” her father asked.
Heather grabbed her water glass, taking a big gulp before responding. “Fine, Dad. I just swallowed wrong.”
Relaxing, her parents returned to their discussion. By the time dinner was over and she made her way up to bed, Heather had gotten her fill of what a lovely family the Johnsons were and how proud they were of Colleen. After all, she was a two-time All-State Cheerleader and a shoo-in for her third selection in a row. And wasn’t she just the cutest in that pretty little outfit she had been wearing this afternoon? And didn’t Mark seem to be enjoying her company? And wasn’t it about time he found a nice girlfriend?
On and on the conversation had revolved around the lovely Miss Johnson until Heather excused herself from the table, professing exhaustion. It was that or have her head explode.
Of course the church service Sunday morning featured a sermon entitled “Love Thy Neighbor,” all about how many people poison their minds with unkind thoughts toward others. By the end of the hour, Heather was thoroughly ashamed of herself and angry that she felt ashamed. Thank God she had not mentioned to her mom or dad her nickname for Colleen.
“Why the glum look?” her dad asked as they got into the car.
Heather forced a smile. “Was I looking glum? I must have been thinking about homework.”
Great. Now she was lying to her parents again. God must be having a tough time keeping track of the sins she was racking up this week.
As they pulled up at their house and got out of the car, Heather found Jennifer waiting for her on the front porch. She noticed the Smythe’s front lawn was protestor-free and looked back at Jennifer in question.
“Mark drove off with Colleen, and the crowd left,” Jennifer said. “We didn’t even have to call the police this morning.”
“Then let’s get going before some new ones show up.”
“Exactly what I was going to suggest.”
Jennifer’s mom had packed them a picnic lunch of peanut butter sandwiches and diet sodas. Since a peanut butter sandwich was one of the few food items Linda Smythe could adequately prepare, Heather looked forward to it.
By the time Heather and Jennifer reached the Second Ship, they were both starving. Donning the headsets, they ate their lunch gazing out toward snowcapped Mt. McKinley, its peak rising majestically in the distance, courtesy of the amazing graphical capabilities of the ship's computer system.
Leaning back on her elbows and taking a sip of her soda, Heather sighed. “You know something? I could get used to this.”
Jennifer grinned. “Me too. Nothing like a little atmosphere to jazz up a picnic.”
Packing up their trash, Heather moved over to examine the receiver unit. Her pulse quickened. “Hey, Jen. We've got something.”
Jennifer moved to pick up the computer, setting it across her lap as she settled into one of the command couches. A rush of soft clicking sounds accompanied her slender fingers dancing across the keyboard. As Heather leaned in to look at the display, Jennifer activated the playback.
The scene before them was partially blocked, but the rest of the screen showed what looked like a Victorian sitting room.
A slender woman in a lab coat stood before the desk, dark hair tied in a tight bun. Her eyes were wide. Scared.
“Dr. Anatole, once again you disappoint me.”
Heather and Jennifer both gasped as they recognized Dr. Stephenson’s voice.
The woman’s voice shook. “I am so sorry. You know how hard I am trying to please you with my work. But when I see things that I regard as dangerous, I feel it is my duty to bring them to your attention.”
Dr. Stephenson paced into view, circling behind the woman, who looked frozen in place.
“And your judgment in this matter is somehow supposed to be comparable to mine?”
“No, Dr. Stephenson. Please. I did not mean to imply any such thing.”
He leaned in close to her ear, but did not lower the volume of his voice. “Then how do you assume that I would not have accounted for all possible mishaps and consequences in my plans? After all, it is my design, and unlike others on this project, I make no mistakes.”
“Doctor, we all make mistakes. Even someone as brilliant as you are must have others double-check their work to avoid the possibility of error—especially with something as potentially dangerous as this second alien technology. The consequences of any miscalculation before it is approved for release could be devastating.”
Dr. Stephenson moved to sit in the chair, facing slightly away from the camera. His hand moved out of view of the lens.
Both Heather and Jennifer jumped as Dr. Anatole screamed. Terror washed over the doctor’s face as she collapsed to the floor and continued to scream. The girls stared, transfixed, as Dr. Anatole struggled to crawl across the floor but failed as her body convulsed and her hands began to claw at her own skin.
Suddenly, the screaming stopped, leaving the doctor curled on the floor, small whimpers escaping from her lips. Dr. Stephenson moved over beside the prostrate woman, kneeling down to gently stroke her forehead.
“If there is one thing I don’t tolerate, it is anyone questioning my competency. If I say a technology is ready for release, it is ready for release. I don’t learn about technologies. I master them. For example, I know that in a few minutes you will feel better. You will have no memory of this little lesson I have administered except for a conviction that your concerns about the new project are completely unfounded.”
Dr. Stephenson ceased petting her head and moved back to his desk. “Now let us continue with your instruction.”
Dr. Nancy Anatole’s face contorted until it seemed the skin would split to reveal the bone beneath it. Unable to bear the screaming any longer, Jennifer switched off the playback.
Heather was stunned. Sick to her stomach. Sick to her soul.
“Oh my God.” Jennifer’s hands trembled as she closed the laptop. “Heather, what was he doing to her?”
Heather leaned on the back of the couch, her legs unsteady. “I don’t know. He wasn’t even touching her.”
“We have to help her.”
“I wish we could,” said Heather, her thoughts spinning. “But she may not be the only one who needs our help. Did you hear what they were saying? It sounds like Stephenson is getting ready to release another of the alien technologies. We haven’t even figured out what’s wrong with cold fusion yet. Dr. Anatole sounded scared of this second one in a way she wasn’t of the first.”
Jennifer shuddered. “How can we stop it? No one is going to believe a couple of high school kids.”
A lump rose in Heather’s throat. “Jen, I think we have to consider showing the tape to the authorities.”
Jennifer shook her head. “But that would lead to questions we couldn’t answer. They would want to know how we got it. They would find out about the ship.”
Heather stared into her friend's eyes. “I know. I’m sorry. But I don’t see any other way.”
Over Jennifer’s shoulder, lightning arced among the dark clouds that clutched Mt. McKinley’s peak. Unable even to cry, Heather stared out at the hauntingly beautiful scene, drinking it in, one last time.