Hybrids (Revised)

By Matthew Holley

Kyle Summerland always thought he was a normal teenage boy until the night a stranger breaks into his parent's house and Kyle discovered he is far from normal...he carries alien DNA in his veins...he's a Hybrid. This new discovery will only be the beginning as his life is forever changed by extraordinary events which will change the world as he knows it and he will find a hero lies within him.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Matthew Holley
• Release date: May 17, 2011
• ISBN: 9781458199171

Matthew Holley

I live in Englewood, Florida and own a construction business.I'm 42 and just starting to write. I love it! I write for the love of expressing my thoughts and ideas and for the escapism as I enter my make-believe worlds where anything can happen and nothing is out of reach but the limits of my imagination.

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CHAPTER ONE

PROLOGUE

1963

Everyone, this way! Jonas, a sixteen year old boy, ordered as he hurriedly directed a group of twenty-two escapees, ranging in age from twelve to sixteen, down a maze of corridors. The runaways, full of apprehension but driven by a desire for freedom, were attempting a daring escape from a secret underground military base, the only home any of them had ever known, located on a small island off the coast of Ecuador. As they ran down hallway after hallway, the scream of sirens filled the air, relentlessly ordering them back to their rooms and demanding they stop their full-hearted attempt to leave.

Does he know where he’s going? Judy, one of the escapees, nervously and with heavy breath asked another young girl running beside her.

I don’t know. He sure acts like he does! If he doesn’t…we’re all going to be in a lot of trouble!

As the train of humanity turned another corner, their path ahead was being blocked by two security guards dressed in military attire and wielding 9mm handguns. The guards stood shoulder to shoulder with their guns drawn, determined to stop the run-aways.

STOP RIGHT THERE! one of the guards shouted as the pack of children continued at them, seemingly unwilling to stop.

Jonas and Jack, another young boy at the head of the group, quickly raised their hands towards the two guards. Instantly, the two gun-wielding men were hurled through the air as if hit by some magically invisible force. They impacted the wall directly behind them several feet away from where they had been standing. They hit the wall with such force that they fell to the ground unconscious.

Barely slowing down, Jonas and Jack picked up the guards’ guns and turn the corner as they continued down the hallway with the others following close behind, everyone keeping an eye out for more guards realizing that the longer it took to escape the better organized the guards would become and the more likely their attempt to attain freedom could be cut short.

The crowd was led down several more thankfully empty corridors and around more gladly unoccupied corners, their hopes of escaping increasingly growing with each step.

We’re almost there! Jonas informed them all.

They hurriedly turned right down a long corridor and then made a left leading them into a large vestibule. At the far end was an exit door and, on the other side of that door, potential freedom waiting for them, but standing in their way were two more armed guards.

Without given any warning, one of the guards aimlessly fired into the approaching crowd, hitting a young female in the shoulder. Almost instantaneously, everyone in the crowd stopped in their tracks as if they were of one mind. The young female cried out in pain, grabbing at her wound, her knees buckling under her, and nearly falling to the ground, but two young boys standing behind the wounded girl caught her in their arms.

Jonas quickly and accurately fired the weapon he had lifted off the previous guard, hitting one guard in the head, killing him instantly, while the other guard was hit in his left knee causing him to immediately fall to the ground, dropping his gun in the process, and clutching his knee in agony.

Jonas brazenly approached the wounded sprawling guard, bent over, and pushed the muzzle of his pistol hard against the trembling man’s temple.

Open the door! Jonas ordered.

The thick steel exit door was installed with an electronic combination lock which needed a code inputted into the keypad before it would open.

Not a chance! the guard answered through clinched teeth.

We’ll see about that. Mary, come over here.

A young blond girl, a year younger than Jonas, with dark hazel eyes and freckles painted on her nose emerged from the crowd and approached the guard.

Do your thing, Jonas told her.

Mary knelt down beside the guard who was still holding his knee in severe pain. She placed her hands on the guard’s temples, looked deeply into his eyes, and concentrated.

You will help us escape, she said.

Yes, I’ll help you escape, the guard stated blankly.

You will open this door. Once we’re all out, you will guard this door and shoot anyone who tries to follow us. Do you understand?

Yes.

The pain in your knee is gone. Now get up and let us out.

Without hesitation, the guard rose, no longer feeling the intense pain of his wound, and punched his code into the keypad. The lock disengaged with a metallic sound releasing the door. The guard opened the door and everyone went through into a long wide corridor that gradually inclined to the surface. After making the five hundred foot hike, the escapers found themselves inside an empty rundown warehouse. Several of the windows that encircled the warehouse were busted out and the whole of the metallic structure was covered in rust. Across the dirt floor of the warehouse was a wide roll-up door currently closed.

Where are we? Jack asked Jonas.

It looks like this was once some sort of huge garage or hanger. It doesn’t appear like it’s been used in quite some time, Jonas replied.

Or maybe it was never used at all, Jack speculated. It could have been placed here just to cover the entrance to the base. You know…to keep their secret base secret.

Jonas walked over to a dusty window just left of the door, wiped a clean spot in it, and looked out.

There she is, he said out loud to no one in particular.

There who is? Jack asked, walking up behind Jonas.

Our ticket out of here. Look.

Jack looked out the window to where Jonas was pointing. Just a few yards away, across a field of unmowed grass, moored to a concrete dock, was a cargo ship. The ship seemed strangely void of personnel and cargo.

How’d you know that ship would be here? Jack asked Jonas.

Don’t you worry about that. Everything’s going just as I planned. All that’s important is that we get on that boat and get away from this place! I’m in charge here. Just do as I say. Do you think you can do that? Jonas said rather smugly.

Jack angrily grabbed a handful of Jonas’s shirt and pulled Jonas towards him so they were face to face. What’s going on here? How did you know about that boat?

Jonas smirked. I know you don’t trust me and I really don’t care. Now, we could stand here wasting time as I try to explain my genius to you and let you know how I orchestrated such a remarkable escape plan or we could get all these people on the ship and off this island. Which would you rather do?

Fine… Jack reluctantly let go of Jonas. What’s the next part of your plan?

Jonas looked out the window again and scanned the surroundings. I don’t see anyone around…yet, but they’ll be here soon. He then turned to face the waiting crowd. Everyone listen. When we open this door, I want everyone to run as fast as you can to the ship. You and you… he pointed to two young men …both of you will untie the mooring lines from the ship, okay?

The two boys nodded their heads.

All right, let’s go! Jonas ordered after one last look out of the window.

The door was opened and everyone poured out of the warehouse and ran towards the dock. By the time the first of the escapees had reached the ship, the roaring engine sounds of a couple of jeeps could be heard racing towards them. The security guards had finally honed in on their position and were closing in on them rapidly. As the last of the escapees boarded the ship, the two jeeps were only a few yards away.

We’re not going to make it! a young girl exclaimed.

Honey, don’t give up so fast. I’ve got everything under control, Jonas confidently said. Have a little faith in your leader.

Jonas quickly ran inside the wheelhouse of the ship and quickly emerged with an M-16 rifle in hand.

How did you know that was in there? Jack asked with much surprise.

What does it matter, as long as we have it.

Jonas leaned against the ship’s railing for support and aimed the automatic rifle at the jeeps. He patiently waited until the jeeps stopped and the guards exited their vehicles before he opened fire. In a matter of a few seconds, all the unsuspecting guards laid dead just a few feet from their vehicles.

Jonas surveyed the bloody scene and smiled. He turned towards Jack and tossed him the rifle.

Now, that was fun!

The escapees who were still on deck and witnessed Jonas mowing down the guards with such glee in his heart were horrified but not surprise. They were all far too familiar with the apparent evil that lurked inside his heart. They had been witness to it several times during their years of growing up with Jonas on the base.

Jonas left the deck of the ship and walked into the wheelhouse. Standing at the controls, he reached into his front pants pocket and retrieved a key. He put it into the ignition hole and turned it. The twin diesel engines of the ship roared to life, causing a slight vibrating throughout the entire ship.

Where did you get a key? Jack angrily demanded to know as he stepped inside the wheelhouse still carrying the assault rifle.

Without warning, Jonas quickly turned around and shoved Jack hard. Jack fell back and hit the far wall of the wheelhouse with his back.

It doesn’t matter where I got this key! Jonas said through clenched teeth. All that matters is if it wasn’t for me, you all would still be trapped on that god-forsaken island! You shouldn’t be questioning me…you should be praising me! I’m your leader!

It was true they owed Jonas a debt of gratitude for getting them off the island, but Jack didn’t except Jonas’s self appointed role as their leader. But for now, he decided to keep his mouth shut…at least until they got to where they were going.

Jonas put the ship in gear. The water in back of the boat churned violently as the props began spinning, propelling the ship forward. Jonas put the ship on a northern heading towards the coast of Florida. Very surprising to all aboard, they were not pursued. Jonas’s escape plan worked remarkably well.

After three uneventful days cruising across the ocean, the ship of escapees was anchored just a half mile from the coast of Cocoa Beach. They didn’t dare use a public dock in fear that the military was looking for them. Instead, they used a twelve foot, forty horse-powered Carolina Skiff, the ship’s lifeboat, to shuttle everyone to the beach, five at a time. Jonas was one of the last to leave the ship. Before he did, he engaged the ship’s auto-pilot to take the ship east, started the engines, put the ship in gear, and quickly jumped into the small boat to be ferried to shore. The cargo ship was soon out of sight, heading for uncertainty.

Jonas rode the lifeboat to the white sandy beach and jumped out. He immediately noticed that several of the escapees were missing.

Where’s everyone else? Jonas asked Jack. We need to stay together. I’ve got a plan for us all.

Jack walked up to Jonas.

We all decided that the best thing for us is to separate into small groups. We need to disappear, create new lives, and that will be easier to do if we split up.

WE decided? Who decided? I’m your leader…I DECIDE!

You’re not our leader. We don’t need a leader. We can all make our own decisions and we’ve decided to go our separate ways. To be frank with you, most of them are scared of you. You’re not right in the head. You’re dangerous. Jack walked away and headed for his new life.

YOU MORONS! I set you all free and this is how you repay me? I should have left you all on that island and escaped alone! You need me! None of you can make it out here without me! Is there no one who will stay with me? Are you all going to just leave? Jonas frantically asked as he watched the rest of the escapees slowly walk away without saying a word.

I won’t leave you.

Jonas looked left to see Mary standing alone. He didn’t say a word, only sighed loudly in disappointment and started walking towards uncertainty with Mary following.

CHAPTER TWO

Present day

A yellow school bus stopped in front of Kyle Summerland's house. Its' door opened, beckoning the young boy to the first day of his new life. Kyle quickly gave his mom a peck on her cheek and said, I love you, mom. He then hurriedly grabbed his Evel Kneivel book bag and eagerly ran outside to board the waiting bus.

I LOVE YOU, TO! Judy Summerland yelled back at her son.

She watched out the kitchen window as her son stepped inside the bus. The door of the yellow bus closed and, with the sound of escaping air from the release of the air brakes, the bus began moving and soon disappeared down the road. Judy stood looking out of the window for a few seconds longer and reflected on her life with her husband and the great boy they had raised together. A smile formed across her face. She was happy in hers and her husband’s decision to move to this small rural, tranquil city three months ago. Ruskford, set in the northern pan-handle of Florida, was a quiet town far removed from the evils of larger towns; a place where people knew their neighbors by name and generally cared for their well-being.

Judy also felt blessed that there had been a recent vacancy at the local elementary school for an English teacher. She feared she would have to substitute for a while until she found a permanent position at one of the local schools, but, fortunately, that didn’t turn out to be the case. She received a call just a few weeks after turning in her resumes to all the nearby schools from R.J. Kelly Elementary that she had been selected for a recently opened position. Judy grabbed her books and paperwork and headed for her new job.

The school bus stopped in front of a well-worn, concrete sidewalk riddled with fine cracks along its entire length. The sidewalk led to the entrance of a red brick, two-story school. Above the double green entry doors were white letters attached to the brick façade of the building spelling out Ruskford High School. The school was built in the mid sixties and it featured rows of weather-worn wood-framed windows lining its' face and a flat gravel tarred roof which had been patched several times over the years. The county commissioners had talked for years about building a new high school but more important things seemed to always take up the year’s budget. A small court yard of brick pavers made up the only decor in front of the school with a slightly frayed American flag flapping in the light breeze as its center piece.

The school was alive with teenagers excited for the first day of the school year to begin. There were several high scholars socializing outside the school walls, waiting until the very last minute to enter the school building before the bell rang its warning that school had begun. Kyle knew he didn’t have the luxury of hanging out. He just moved to this town and he had to get to the administration office to receive his class schedule.

As Kyle stepped off the bus, he was filled with nervous excitement about his senior year in this new school. He left his old school and some good friends behind when his parents moved him to this small town but he was determined to make new friends. Making friends had always come easily for him. People naturally gravitated towards his friendly personality and happy demure wherever he went.

Kyle briskly walked through the wide halls of the school, grey lockers lining the walls on both sides, until he found the administration office. He entered the office, where a slightly overweight elderly woman with shoulder-length strawberry colored hair was sitting at her computer behind a multi-colored, laminated counter.

Hi, my name is Kyle Summerland.

The woman looked up from her computer and saw a handsome, dark haired, brown eyed young man of average build and stature for a seventeen year old standing before her. She greeted him with a smile.

Oh yes, you’re our new student from South Florida. Mr. Summerland…right? I’ve been expecting you. I bet things up here are quite different than down there, huh?

Yeah, I guess.

Well, that's what I’ve always heard anyways, although I don't really know. I've never left this town except once, a few weeks ago, to go to my uncle's funeral just on the other side of the county line. It was a good service. He looked good and ---.

The school bell interrupted the receptionist.

Oh dear, you need your class schedule, don't you Sweetie?

Yes, Ma'am.

Here you go, Sweetie. I hope you enjoy your first day here.

Kyle’s first class was Chemistry taught by Mrs. Faraday. As he walked inside room 213, all the other students were already seated. Mrs. Faraday, a young thin woman wearing reading glasses and looking like she was somewhere in her early thirties with blond hair just below her shoulders and tucked behind her ears, motioned him over to her.

Kyle walked over to the teacher, feeling every eye in the room on him. Mrs. Faraday placed her hands on his shoulders and turned him to face the class. Kyle was nervous standing in front of so many strangers and soon felt himself start to perspire.

This is our new student, Kyle Summerland, she informed the room full of teenagers. He has just recently moved here and I hope you will all welcome him to our school.

She then directed Kyle to a lab table where an empty stool sat next to a dark-haired boy with braces on his teeth and wearing a Star Trek T-shirt with the words, Beam me up, Scotty. There’s no intelligent life down here printed across its front. As Kyle sat down on the empty stool, he overheard a girl in the back of the class whisper to another girl, He's cute! Unfortunately, the whole class also overheard the girl's comment and burst into laughter. The girl’s face immediately turned red with embarrassment as did Kyle's. The teacher settled everyone down and began her teaching. Kyle loved his new school and floated through the rest of the day going to his classes and making new friends.

After school got out, Kyle got on the school bus and rode it home. As he stepped off the bus, he noticed his dad's pickup truck in the yard. His dad, Jack Summerland, was home from working in his newly opened auto-repair shop and Kyle was excited to tell him about his first day at school. Kyle walked through the front door of his family’s new two story house and found his dad sitting in front of the T.V. drinking a soda and eating a MoonPie. Jack looked up from his television program and saw his son; a big smile appeared on his face and he patted the couch next to him.

Kyle sat down next to his father.

How was your first day? Jack asked his son while turning down the volume on the television set.

Oh, it was great! I love the school. I met some really cool guys and they invited me to go fishing with them this weekend. It’s only the first day and I’m already being asked to go places. Isn’t that fantastic?

With a crooked smile Jack asked, Meet any cute girls?

Kyle chuckled embarrassingly and rolled his eyes.

No, not yet, Dad, but tomorrow’s a new day. There’re definitely a lot of cute girls there. Then Kyle changed the subject. He felt he needed something first before he started pursuing girls. Dad, do you think I could maybe get a job after school to save up for a car?

A car? I guess it is about time you had your own wheels. I’ll be a lot easier to pick up chicks…huh? Jack playfully punched Kyle in the shoulder and chuckled. Let me talk it over with your mother and we'll let you know. Maybe you could work at the garage with me.

Uncharacteristically Kyle rebelliously said, You always have to check with mom. Can't you make any decision on your own? Kyle knew his overly-protective mom wouldn’t like the idea of her only son owning a car.

Your mom and I have a partnership and we make all our decision together. We try to decide what is best for you and we make those decisions as mom and dad, together. So I'll let you know our decision after we talk it over, Okay?

Okay, Kyle said reluctantly.

Both Kyle’s parents had always been overly protective of Kyle…his mom more so than his dad. He sometimes felt like they treated him like he was a fragile vase that could easily be broken. They never let him have much responsibility or let him take care of whatever problems came along, although he rarely asked for such independence, but this year they vowed to be different. They realized that their son was growing up and would soon be going away to college. They knew they would have to let go of their protective leash and allow Kyle to become a man.

Hey, I think I hear you mother pulling into the drive. Jack said while turning up the volume on the television set. I bet she would love to hear all about you day.

Kyle rose to get off the couch when his dad gently pulled him back down.

Hey, I love you, Jack said and squeezed his son’s neck with his grease-stained hand.

I love you too, Dad.

Later on that evening, after the dinner was eaten, the dishes put away, and the ritual television watching was done, everyone said their good nights and went to bed. An hour after all the lights in the house went out Kyle was still wide awake from his excitement of the day and the thoughts of possibly owning a car in the near future. As hard as he tried, he couldn’t turn his brain off, so he rolled out of bed to surf the internet. He sat down at his student desk next to the foot of his bed and just as he turned on his laptop, he heard a noise coming from down stairs.

He was not really scared because he lived in a small town and not much ever happened here as far as crime goes. He knew this because his parents had done loads of research on a slew of potential places to move before they settled on Ruskford. Kyle assumed the noise was probably just one of his parents fumbling in the dark, heading for the kitchen for a late-night snack or something. He decided to investigate and headed down stairs. As he arrived on the first floor, he wondered why the lights haven't been turned on. If it was one of his parents, why had they not turned on a light instead of stumbling in the dark? A slight shiver of fear ran down the length of his body. Again he heard the noise. It sounded like it have come from the living room. His fear began growing and his breathing became quicker. His every instinct told him to run back up stairs yet he continued to move forward. He quietly and cautiously walked towards the living room and flipped on the light.

Kyle's heart stopped in his chest and he couldn't move…paralyzed with fear. There, standing in his living room, was a stranger! The man was dressed in dingy green camouflage pants and a yellow-stained tee shirt. He was wearing black leather combat-style boots that were caked in mud and he hadn't shaven in quite some time.

The sudden illumination of light startled the intruder. He looked at Kyle with a surprised and slightly deranged look and said in a threatening voice, Who else is in the house?

Kyle was too shocked to respond. The silence angered the stranger who reached around the back of his pants and pulled out the biggest pistol the young boy had ever seen.

The stranger pointed the gun at Kyle and demanded in a sterner voice, WHO ELSE IS IN THE HOUSE?!

The intruder then cocked the hammer on the pistol, not willing to wait for Kyle’s response, and began to pull the trigger. Kyle somehow regained movement in his body and quickly placed his hands up in front of his face in anticipation of being shot. Perhaps it was just a reflex or just a person’s own body's way of trying to protect itself. He heard himself yelling, NO! and then heard the ear-shattering explosion of the gun.

Kyle hadn't realized he had closed his eyes but, after not feeling the bullet tear through his flesh, he reopened them. What he saw was beyond his comprehension. The stranger, his mouth opened wide in shock and disbelief, was still standing there with the gun pointed at Kyle. The living room was filled with smoke and the lingering ring of the gun blast. But what was unbelievable to Kyle and the intruder was that the bullet from the gun hovered just inches from Kyle's face… frozen in mid air. It was as if time had stopped in this small living room and Kyle feared that at any moment time would resume again allowing the bullet to pierce his skull. Kyle did not move…couldn’t move. He just stared at the bullet. Suddenly, Jack rushed into the living room with a baseball bat in hand and, with one swift swing, bashed the stranger in the head. The stranger's knees buckled under him and he fell to the ground where he laid motionless. A small pool of blood started gathering on the carpet, trickling from the visible gash on the stranger's head. Immediately afterwards, Judy ran into the living room. She quickly glanced at the stranger lying in an increasing enlarging pool of blood and then turned towards her son. She saw Kyle still looking horrifyingly at the bullet still frozen in mid air inches from his head. KYLE! she screamed.

As Kyle's attention went from the bullet to his mom's scream, the once frozen projectile fell from the invisible plane it was trapped in and hit the ground. Judy ran over and wrapped her arms around her son, squeezing him for all she was worth.

Jack said in an authoritative voice, Take Kyle up to his room. I'll call 911.

She did as she was told and took her son by the arm and escorted him to his room. As he was being led from the living room, Kyle saw his dad pick up the bullet from the floor and put it in his pajama pant's pocket and then begin looking for the spent casing the gun had spit out. Kyle couldn’t understand why his dad was hiding the bullet. Then again, he was confused about everything that had just transpired.

After several minutes, the police and ambulance arrived. The police officers performed their investigation and wrote down Jack's statement while the EMT’s unsuccessfully tried to revive the intruder. After several minutes, the intruder's lifeless body was hauled away on a stretcher. A police office approached Jack.

We retrieved the intruder's license from his wallet. His name was Daren Rogers from New York. We ran his name through our data base and it came back that Mr. Rogers had been arrested three times before for armed assault and burglary and also spent a few court ordered years in a crazy house....I meant a mental institution. We recovered his Smith and Wesson 38 revolver. It only had five bullets in the chamber. You stated that he didn't fire the gun. Is that correct?

Yes it is, officer. I just snuck up behind him and swung the bat before he had a chance to fire his gun.

Well, you and your family are very lucky and you’re a very brave man. Okay, we're done here. If I have any more questions, I'll call you.

Yes, sir, officer and thank you very much.

After the police left, Jack cleaned Mr. Roger's blood off the living room floor as well as he could and then headed for Kyle's room. Just as he reached his son's bedroom door, it opened and his wife walked out, closing the door behind her.

He's all right, Judy assured her husband. I put him to sleep. He won’t wake up until tomorrow.

With a heavy sigh Jack said, You know, we're going to have to tell him the truth now.

Not necessarily. We could erase his memory of tonight.

No, it’s time for him to know who he is.

I know. Judy said with much reluctance in her voice. I told him we would explain everything tomorrow morning. I was just hoping he would've been older.

CHAPTER THREE

Kyle woke up early the next morning. He couldn’t believe how well he slept despite the extraordinary event of the night prior. He remembered trying to ask his mom a hundred questions about what had just happened and her saying she would explain everything in the morning and then he was suddenly out like a light. Now, he was awake and bursting with anticipation at hearing his parent’s explanation of why he didn’t have a bullet hole in his head. He made his way to his parent’s room but found them still asleep, so he headed downstairs and into the living room to wait, being careful not to step on the bloodstain in the carpet. He glanced at the clock on the wall and saw that it was 7:30 A.M. He flopped down on the couch and stared at a blank television set, waiting for his parent to wake and explain the strange occurrences of last night. He had so many questions and he knew his parent had the answers. Another glance at the taunting clock… 7:47A.M.

How can they sleep, Kyle angrily asked himself, frustrated his parents didn’t share his same urgency.

Picking up the remote, he turned on the T.V., not interested in watching it but hoping the noise would wake up his parents. Several commercials played on the television set but no one came down stairs. Kyle turned the volume up. Finally, he heard a stir upstairs. His parents were awake! His excitement rose but was quickly dashed when he heard the shower come on.

OH COME ON!

It was now 8:15A.M. How his parents could be taking so long to come down stairs when his whole life was on hold waiting for their answers was beyond Kyle's comprehension. He decided to pass the time by going into the kitchen and making everyone a bowl of cereal. Just as he finished pouring milk into the last bowl, his parents walked down the stairs and into the kitchen.

Oh how sweet! You made us breakfast! Judy graciously said.

Judy and Jack sat down at the kitchen table and started eating their cereal. Kyle joined them at the table but was not hungry. He just wanted answers so he alternated staring at his mom and then his dad. Jack was aware his son was about to burst with a million questions and he had been so extremely patient. Kyle deserved an explanation. But Jack couldn’t resist the temptation to torture his son just a little while longer so he continued to slowly eat his cereal while Kyle deeply sighed between each bite.

Finally, when he thought Kyle might explode with anticipation, Jack looked as his wife and said, Are you ready to tell him?

No, but go ahead. I don’t think our son can wait a second longer.

Now, Kyle, Jack said. I don't want you to interrupt me until I'm done talking. Then you can ask your questions. Okay?

Okay. No problem.

Kyle was sitting on the edge of his seat, hanging on every word that poured out of his father’s mouth.

Jack began.

Have you ever heard of the Roswell incident in New Mexico?

Yeah, that's supposedly where E.T. crashed.

Jack chuckled a bit.

"Yes… but here’s the real story. There were two alien crafts that collided into each other that day. The crash sight was scattered with wreckage from the two crafts. The military recovered two alien bodies from each of the crafts…one dead and one still alive but unconscious. The aliens were humanoid; they resembled us a lot.

"The two bodies and the two crafts, along with all the crash debris, were taken to the military base everyone now knows as Area 51. The crafts were reversed engineered for years to gather all the information the engineers could obtain about how they operated. A lot of engineering and electronic advancements have been achieved over the years by what the engineers discovered from those two crafts. The alien bodies were flown to a secret base off the coast of Ecuador under the code name Project Serpo.

The base was built underground through solid volcanic rock close to the shore line. There were two hidden access points in which to enter or exit the base…one hidden under a warehouse. The base was a place our government had used for years to carry out numerous questionable and, some would say, immoral scientific experiments. This was the perfect place to examine the aliens.

Project Serpo was headed by a brilliant geneticist by the name of Dr. Benjamin Hoft. Dr. Hoft was, in many people's eyes, a genius. He graduated high school at the age of eleven. He went on to graduate MIT at the age of fourteen and the American College of Medical Genetics at the age of seventeen. He then was hired by the Army to help in several classified experiments in biology and genetics. By the time he was twenty one, he was running the genetic department for the military. Anything Dr. Hoft wanted was provided for him with no questioned asked. As long as he was providing the government with results, nothing was off limits.

Dr. Hoft had always been obsessed with genetic experimentation and