Adam entered the top secret air plane if you can call it an air plane at all.  Adam called it a bubble craft.

The pilot asked him if he wanted to return to the DC area.  Adam shook his head and said “No.  Texas.  Crawford ranch.  Authorization Juno.”

“Should I call ahead to announce your visit?” asked the pilot.  “Yes please” answered Adam.”

The pilot turned back to Adam a few minutes later and said “President Bush will be available about 20 minutes after we land.  Adam nodded and began rehearsing his audience with President Bush.

He had already considered all of the options.  He could easily justify the destruction of both facilities to President Clinton.  He wouldn’t have to mention his personal reasons.  Justification existed without a mention of Lilith.

He also tried to sort through his feelings.  He had never taken any action for any personal gain or to avoid any personal loss.  That was why he was so trusted.  He had no interest in wealth, power or any woman other than Lilith.  He had simply never had a reason to ever do anything for personal reasons.

Should he feel guilt?  The Store had to be destroyed regardless.  He would have done it even if Lilith hadn’t been revealed.  Perhaps he would have gained a bit more information.   He couldn’t tell.  Maybe he would have done the same thing at the same time regardless based simply on the fact that John was reading his mind.

All of the inventions that had occurred seemingly so quickly after the quantum encryption invention were also mind boggling.  Time travel.  Mind reading.  Translating grey speech.  Receiving CNN inside the Store.  What else had they accomplished at the Headshed and Store?

There were so many unknowns,  but the knowns added up to one conclusion.  Adam must defect to President Bush at this point.  Adam had destroyed the balance of power.  President Clinton’s power came from the Store and the Headshed.  She had a bit more political support from Congress and the Courts, but that could be easily swayed.  She had nukes and as far as Adam knew, President Bush didn’t have nukes, but President Bush could develop them quickly with the financial access he had.

Adam would defect and offer to turn over the nukes to President Bush and assist in his taking full U.S. political control.  It was his only option at this point.  If he didn’t, he knew the President Clinton would have Adam assasinated in order to keep a pretense of maintaining  a balance of power for as long as she could.

Adam looked at the air craft satellite phone.   He hoped the Israelis would call to give him instructions.  He wished he had some way to contact them.  Perhaps he could through President Bush.  President Bush had contacts with Kissinger and Adam always suspected that Kissinger was a part of the group that could and sometimes did veto even presidential actions…  or sometimes terminate president’s lives.

If the Israelis wanted to change his actions, they would contact him.  He felt certain that they knew exactly where he was and what he was doing at any particular time.  He had wished they would have weighed in when the last elections had been cancelled and the Texas confederacy formed.  They didn’t.  This just seemed huge to Adam.  It was apparently unimportant to those truly in power in the world.

He was still lost in thought when Mr. Rove, President Bush’s Chief of Staff personally invited him into the round room… President Bush’s version of the Oval Office.

“What can I do you for today Adam?”, President Bush asked with a practiced southern drawl.

“I’m here to defect Mr. President.” Adam answered.

Bush: “Would you like a drink Adam?”

Adam: “No sir.  I don’t drink.”

Bush: “That’s right.  Good for you.  What exactly do you mean by defect?”

Adam: “Some events have occurred that change the balance of power in your favor sir.  I think it is in my best interests and the nation’s best interests if I were to no longer remain neutral, but instead if I fully supported and assisted you in gaining full presidential power in the United States sir.”

Bush: “Events, huh?   Well.  I suppose you are going to tell me about these events.  But, Adam.  I don’t understand what you mean by defecting.  President Clinton and I are on the same side in this here thing.  There isn’t anything to defect to or to defect from.  What’s bothering you son?”

Adam: “Well sir.  As soon as she discovers these events,  I think President Clinton will have be assassinated to prevent you from realizing that she has lost her side of the balance of power.”

Bush: “Assassinated?  I can assure you that you are quite safe Adam.  You can’t be assissinated by President Clinton.”

Adam: “Sir?”

Bush: “You sure you don’t want a drink son?”

Adam: “I’m sure.”

Bush: “We both have our orders.  You aren’t touchable, but I’m sure you know that.”

Adam: “Orders?”

Bush: “Well.  Maybe orders isn’t the right word.  Come to think of it, maybe talking about these things isn’t such a good idea.  I suppose you would know more about that than me though.”

Adam: “Are you talking about the Jews?”

Bush: “Jews?  What do Jews have to do with this?”

Adam: “You said you had orders not to assissinate me…. and that President Clinton has the same orders.  Who can you possibly get orders from other than the Jews?”

Bush: “I’m a bit confused here.  Are you using the word ‘jews’ as a code word for the aliens?  Or just what are you talking about?”

There was a long pause.

Adam: “Sir.  I don’t understand how the power works above the presidential level myself.  I do know that there are no aliens though.  That is part of the change in the balance of power.  The facility you know of as the Red Facility and believe to be a reverse engineering effort on alien space craft is actually a cover for reverse engineering of time travel vehicles from our own future.”

Another long pause.

Bush: “I’ve personally seen two dead aliens and one live alien that was sick.  I’ve seen a lot of video footage.  Maybe you aren’t cleared as high as you or I thought?”

Adam: “I assure you that I am.  I destroyed that facility about 90 minutes ago.  I have worked closely with the beings you think of as aliens.  They are actually what humans will become in the very distant future.  They aren’t aliens.  And they are all now dead.  I killed them along with everyone who worked with them.”

Bush: “I see.”

Another long pause.

Bush: “I had always assumed you knew who controlled things above the presidential level.  My briefing was that you were our contact.  The stories I’ve head about magic and stuff just made me put two and two together and figure it must be the aliens.  You say it’s the jews, but you don’t seem so sure.”

Adam: “On the three occasions where I know about interventions, there were duo citizens of Israel and America acting as the spokespeople.  They may just be the power brokers or the messengers, but I assure you that there is no such thing as an alien.  Aliens don’t control human affairs because there are no aliens.   UFOs are time travel machines from our distant future.”

Bush: “OK.  So they aren’t aliens.  They are from the future.  Still.  We have our orders.  You aren’t touchable.”

Adam: “You’ve received orders from greys?”

Bush: “No.  Not greys.  Look.  I’m not so sure that this is something we should be talkin’ about.”

Adam: “Why?”

Bush: “Well.  They can do anything.  How do we know they aren’t listening?”

Adam thought about the other business item he needed to discuss with President Bush.

Adam: “I don’t.  But if they don’t like what we are saying, they would just let us know; right?   As long as we are willing to accept their instructions; we’re fine; right?   I need to ask your permission for one other item of business.”

Bush: “Another item of business?  Defection and then jewish aliens and now something else.  I better pour myself another one.”

Adam: “One of your bases picked up a signal and passed the raw feed along to the NSA.  I need to visit the area where the signal came from and it’s in your sphere of influence.”

Bush: “Where?”

Adam: “A Caribbean island off the coast of Nicaragua?”

Bush: “Corn?”

Adam: “Excuse me?”

Bush: “Corn Island is the only notable island off the coast of Nicaragua.  We don’t have a direct presence there, but we have a deal with the Catholic church in Bluefields to repatriate and move assets from there to a base in the North.”

Adam: “North of Bluefields.  It’s the same lattitude as your base, but east of the base out a bit in the Caribbean.”

Bush: “There’s nothing there.  It’s a tribal area that is autonomous from the official Nicaraguan government.  There’s no inhabited islands North of Little Corn Island.  The only things in the Carribean at that lattitude are some tiny cays unless you get closer to Jamaica or Cuba or something.”

Adam: “No.  Close to the shore.   The Pearl cays or something near them.  I assumed it would be a secret man-made island with one of your operations on it.”

Bush: “No.  We only have a recovery operation there.  Rogue groups try to sneak a few hundred pounds at a time along the coast in small boats or home made submarines.  President Clinton’s Coast Guard sneaks up on them and scare them into  dumping their payload.  It naturally drifts to Bluefields where it is collected by locals and turned over to the church.  The church moves it by land up to our base that is just West  of the Pearl Lagoon.  There is no action in the Pearl Lagoon area at all.  It is a very poor tribal area.  Some coke gets there from Bluefields, but it is tiny quantities that are used locally.  We have no presence in that area and have no need for one.”

Adam: “Maybe you do.  Your base picked up some sigint that is of interest from the are of those Cays.”

Bush: “What kind of sigint?”

Adam: “The content doesn’t hold much significance.  But it was a test of a secure communications system that was thought to be unbreakable.  The information in the test message was present in the raw feed send to the NSA.”

Bush: “What was the media?  Radio?  Cell phone?  Sat?”

Adam: “Vibrational.  It was only picked up being spoken.”

Bush: “You are telling me that the NSA picked up someone speaking something classified over a hundred miles away and pulled it out of all of the noise?  That’s the kind of magic I’m used to hearing about the aliens or time travelers or whoever they are.  How could we do something like that?”

Adam: “It was part of the project at the Red Facility.  They were using future technology to pull it out of the raw NSA feed.”

Bush: “That’s some pretty fancy stuff.  And you think the balance of power has been upset?  Sounds to me like President Clinton has a bunch of stuff up her sleeve that would be pretty helpful to me in my part of our operation.”

Adam: “Do you mind if I take a visit and check it out?”

Bush: “Not at all.  But I don’t know if we can help.  You can go to the base and ask.  I’ll give it my nod, but we just don’t go out that way from the base.  You might do better just taking your UFO straight to your destination.”

Adam: “Thank you.  I’m serious about my offer of helping you attain the U.S. presidency.”

Bush: “That’s President Clinton’s job.”

Adam: “OK.  Let me know if you change your mind.”

Bush: “It’s getting late.  You wanna spend the night at the ranch and get started first thing in the morning?”

Adam: “I would like that.  Thank you Mr. President.”

Adam stayed in one of the elaborate guest rooms.  President Bush said he didn’t want the U.S. presidency job, but he had sure set up his ranch to mimic just about every aspect of the Whitehouse.   Adam stayed in the Geronimo room.  It had several artifacts said to belong to Geronimo including two deer skins, a rifle, a bow and a leather  pouch containing white and black rocks that were part of an ancient native American version of checkers.

He usually fell asleep immediately, but the events of the day and the puzzling talk with President Bush left Adam with enough questions running through his mind that it took several hours before he finally slept.

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