Secret Peace Corp Planet Ares

By John Jones

This series of books will introduce man in person with his maker, God Almighty. God will meet and work with government representatives from the planet Ares to seek help in finding peace throughout his entire universe. God uses these meetings as a method to allow mankind to seek peace on his own terms. This story begins here on a beautiful country farm overlooking the Piankatank River in Middlesex County in the state of Virginia, USA.

Retired police officer John James is reluctantly drafted into the Planet Ares Secret Peace Corps. This secret peace corps was founded and formed thousands of years ago on the planet Ares. The main mission of this secret peace corps as ordered by God is to find and promote a peaceful coexistence throughout our universe.

Captain Joshua Christian from the planet Ares confronts John at his home in secret and hopefully persuades him to join and become a full-time member and agent of the secret peace corps. Using planet Aress advanced knowledge, training, and weapons, Johns story unfolds as he joins and receives his first unusual assignment to start supporting this peace mission here on planet Earth.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jul 18, 2017
• ISBN: 9781543435306

John Jones

As a native of the world in one city, Liverpool, England, I write twisted tales of horror, crime and mystery, and sometimes I'll dabble in other genres. I have written over ninety short stories, two novels,  and appeared in various publications, including:  'Radio City ghosts, an anthology,'  'Cemetery moon'. Winner of the scare-a-horror-author contest at writerscafe.org Several for Atlantean publishing. Most of my work can be read free online on various websites including Booksie, ABC Tales, obooko. When I am not writing about strange creatures, time distortions or sheer bloody murder, I enjoy drawing and painting.   

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Copyright © 2017 by John Jones.

COVER: Declassified USA, Zone 52 Photograph of:

                Secret Peace Corp Space Ship. Circa 1996.

Library of Congress Control Number:       2017910582

ISBN:                  Hardcover                  978-1-5434-3532-0

                             Softcover                    978-1-5434-3531-3

                             eBook                         978-1-5434-3530-6

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

NOTE: THIS BOOK CONTAINS ADULT LANGUAGE. All names of persons and things are fictitious. All names of places are considered fictitious and assumed.

Rev. date: 07/15/2017

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Contents

Dedications

Preface

Chapter 1     Introduction

Chapter 2     The Intruder

Chapter 3     A Dream

Chapter 4     Business As Usual

Chapter 5     No Dream

Chapter 6     The Gold Colored Crystal Case (GCCC)

Chapter 7     The Compact Disc (CD)

Chapter 8     What Do I Do

Chapter 9     The Las Vegas Flight

Chapter 10   The Meeting

Chapter 11   Get Ready

Chapter 12   What A Day

Chapter 13   Training Starts

Chapter 14   Training Day Two

Chapter 15   Training Day Three

Chapter 16   Training Day Four

Chapter 17   Vacation Finally Starts

Chapter 18   Drink Machines

Chapter 19   More Information

Chapter 20   Shut Down And Take Out

Chapter 21   The Conclusion

Chapter 22   Spcebs Answers To Questions

Foot Notes

Glossary

Dedications

To my wife LaVerne (Susie), to Linda, Barbara and Glenn among many that inspired me on this project, my first effort at writing. Of course, let’s not leave out all those that laughed.

Preface

This Series of Books will introduce man in person with his Maker GOD ALMIGHTY. GOD will meet and work with Government Representatives from The Planet Ares to seek help in finding PEACE Throughout His Entire Universe. GOD uses these meetings as a method to allow mankind to seek PEACE on his own terms

This Story begins here on a Beautiful Country Farm overlooking the Piankatank River in Middlesex County in the state of Virginia, USA.

Retired Police Officer John James is reluctantly Drafted into the Planet Ares Secret Peace Corp. This Secret Peace Corp was founded and formed thousands of years ago on The Planet Ares.

The Main Mission of this Secret Peace Corp as ordered by GOD is to Find and Promote a Peaceful Coexistence throughout our Universe.

Captain Joshua Christian from The Planet Ares confronts John at his home in secret and hopefully persuades him to join and become a full time Member and Agent of the Secret Peace Corp.

Using Planet Ares advanced Knowledge, Training and Weapons, John’s story unfolds as he joins and receives his first unusual Assignment to start supporting this Peace Mission here on Planet Earth.

Chapter 1

INTRODUCTION

The story I am about to write is absolutely unbelievable. It is astonishing how little we know about what is occurring around us every moment of every day. It is so overwhelming and so frightening we are lucky we do not know.

Let me start by introducing you to myself and some of my closest family members. Many are or will be involved yet at this time do not realize this.

My name is John James and I am 60 years old. My beautiful wife Susan is 55 years old. We are both retired and live on an old family farm in Middlesex County Virginia. The farm is located on the beautiful pristine Piankatank River. We do not have any children because of early medical problems. We do however have a good number of nieces and nephews whom we love very much that suffice. I have two brothers. Allen my identical twin and our youngest brother Thomas. My wife has one older brother Steven. We are a close family and for the most part get along very well, if you know what I mean.

CAN I GET AN AMEN ON THAT???? HA! HA!

I will stop the family introductions at this time. I will however bring more family members and close friends in to play as this Story and Series unfolds.

My wife and I were both born and raised in Newport News Virginia. Our parents were old hard working blue collar folks. We attended local public schools and with a lot of hard work, sweat, tears and the help of GOD we got through College. Thank You Dear Lord (TYDL). As I write this, all of our parents and grandparents have passed on. They were all loving, giving and good Christian people, TYDL for that.

We both graduated from Warwick High School, Warwick County Virginia at the time. Later my wife graduated from Mary Baldwin College and I graduated from William & Mary. She taught in the local school system at Warwick High School while I worked in the local Newport News Police Department as an Investigator.

When we both retired, we sold our home in York County Virginia and moved to Middlesex County Virginia. The old farm we now live on has been in my wife’s family for many years. The house is ballooned constructed. The exterior is colonial brick and stone. The interior is trimmed throughout with all the local cedar, pine and oak woods. All the floors are hardwood red oak. The two fire places are brick and faced with stone. The house sits on 400 hundred acres of beautiful farm land and about 200 more acres of woodland. The wildlife is abundant. The house faces the Piankatank River where we keep our 24feet long fishing boat. We keep the boat on a lift in a boat house at the end of our 100 feet deep water pier. To get to our house you have to drive from an old hard surface road through a long winding driveway that is very secluded and breathtaking. The Sunrises down the river and sets up the river and the views will blow your mind they are so beautiful, TYDL. GOD can surely paint some lovely works of art.

My wife’s granddad told us that doing the Civil War Robert E. Lee and some of his Confederate Soldiers occupied the grounds and used the house as a headquarters. Anyway we love the place and named it Reflections . We thank the GOOD LORD every day that we still have our Good and Beautiful home. We can tell you one thing, just sitting on our deck in the late evenings, smelling the fresh salt air and looking around at GOD’S beautiful art work will transform a person into a dream, one word PARADISE TYDL.

Chapter 2

THE INTRUDER

Let the Mystery begin! On the evening of April 4, 2007, I was sitting on the end of our pier. As usual I was drinking a cold beer, fishing, scratching my ass, checking our crab pots and waiting for the Beautiful Sunset. Here comes Susan to check on me and to Bullshit (B S) a while. She said she did not feel like fishing and besides that I had already caught what we call our four fish limit. It’s getting dark and I should consider coming in. I told her I would come in after I clean the fish, shuck out the crabs and check the boat. OK, do not be too long and that she was going to check the E Mail and maybe watch an old Television (TV) movie. Boy she is really hooked on those old TV movies. She as always tells me I have had enough beer. I laughed and opened another beer. She just shook her head as always and went on to the house. I went about my usual chores. I sided out four nice speckled trout for tomorrow night’s supper. As I put the cleaned fish in the refrig I started scanning the Heavens, Dear LORD it’s such a beautiful night, TYDL. I turned the pier lights off and for some reason in the total darkness I felt I was not alone. It was so dark and clear I thought I could reach up and pick out any star I wanted too. Having studied Navigation in order to get a Full Navigators Rating I was very familiar with the stars, planets and of course most off the constellations. All of a sudden I became mesmerized to the point I became part of the Universe. I joked and laughed and blamed it on the beer. I laughed again and said NO WAY . As I continued to scan the sky I became fixed on a BIG MOVING RED BALL (BMRB). I continued to follow this BMRB and tried to convince myself that it was an airplane or even an unscheduled Rocket launched from Wallops Island over on the Eastern Shore. NO WAY, I have seen too many of these moving objects to realize this is something different. What the Hell could it be? I picked up my Cell Phone (CPH) and called Susan, Susan can you stop what you are doing and please bring me a pair of Nightlight Binoculars? John are you crazy? Get your ass in here now. No hon, I am serious and while you are at it bring me a couple more cold beers as I may be out here all night, GOD has something going on up above and I want to see what it might be. Anyway she hung up the phone and sounded a little pissed. I waited and sure enough here she comes with a flashlight, two cold beers and the Binoculars. DAM I love that girl. Hon, be quiet as if the BMRB could hear us. Look up towards the north at about 75 degrees, what do you see? A bunch of fucking stars, now let’s go in. Look closely do you see one of the stars moving and that it has a red glowing effect? Yes, but it’s just an airplane. You have drunk to much beer its late and it’s time to go in, Maybe you are right, let’s go in. But I still continued to look. The more I looked the more enchanted I became. Hon, let me stay a little longer? She reluctantly said OK, and headed on to the house. She looked back laughed, shook her head and said do not fall off the pier again I do not want to get locked up by the Marine Patrol for POLLUTION, HA! HA!. Get out of here, GOD I love that girl and she is so lucky to have me. She went on in to finish watching her old TV movie.

Back to the business of watching the BMRB. Dam it just darned on stupid me. I can still see this BMRB moving through the night sky. Hell if it was a plane or rocket it would have been gone by now.

Something is going on and I want to be a part of it. WHY? The BMRB continues to circle above, I get this feeling I am not alone. Time for another cold one, what the hell, this is fun but getting a little scary. Maybe I should just hang it up and go on in. Hell no, I am hooked. All of a sudden this BMRB begins to get larger. I am thinking I cannot be the only one watching this BMRB. I called Susan again, she got pissed what the hell do you want this time? Turn the TV to a local News Channel and see if it’s any news that speaks to this BMRB. Susan called John back a few minutes later, Yes, the local news people are reporting about your BMRB, they are saying that Langley Field, Wallops Island and other Government Agencies are trying to track it as we speak. The whole Hampton Roads Area is watching. Susan I told you it was not the beer, she laughed hung up the phone and went back to watching her TV movie.

I still have this funny feeling I am not a lone, is this feeling and that BMRB related? Boy I need another beer. Those in the refrig out here are cold enough by now. As I opened my beer I felt a heavy rush of warm air. Oh my GOD this BMRB just streaked low right over our house and disappeared just below the tree line on our farm. Oh my Lord did a plane just crash on our farm? I panicked, picked up the CPH and called Susan to tell her to call 911 to get help right away. Dam CPH is dead. I switched the pier lights back on, dam, no lights, what the hell is going on? Still in a panic state I did not know what to do next as I am all confused. I found an old flashlight, shined it on the boat house bulkhead clock, It had stopped at 0100Hr. Dam I did not realize it was that late. I waited and waited knowing help was on the way. Hurry up I said to myself, those people at that crash site need help. I tried the CPH again, nothing. Hell the only thing around here that works is this rusty old flashlight. I said to myself again go get Susan and let’s make our way down through the woods to where I think this plane may have crashed. I work my way down the pier using what light I had left from this old flashlight, man it is not worth a shit the batteries are too weak.

Suddenly I stopped dead in my tracks and looked up. Dear GOD, there is man in a Green Suit Uniform walking towards me. I got very scared and started to run back to the boat house to get my old 410 shot gun. He ran and caught up to me and said do not be afraid John, I am not going to hurt you, I just need your help. He was very soft spoken and quiet. He was about 6 feet tall and a very handsome looking young man. He may be nice and does not intend to hurt me but I still know he is an INTRUDER. If I could just find a CPH that works and get a chance I will call Sheriff Jim Wright in Saluda to get some help and also have him arrest this INTRUDER that just scared the living hell out of me.

Chapter 3

A DREAM

What the hell is happening? Here I sit in my very own private secluded Boat house. I am talking with a strange intruder dressed in a Green suit uniform, scared to death who says we / they are not here to hurt me. I ask him can I please go in and check on my wife and let her know what’s going on and then come back and help him. John, that will be fine, if Susan is awake have her come back with you. I went to the house still a little scared but feeling better. When I get to the house I will wake Susan and also try to call Sheriff Wright again. As I got to the house it darned on me he called my wife by name. Hell I did not tell him our names yet he called me John and my wife Susan. Susan as expected was in bed sound asleep after all its almost 0200hr in the morning. She was sleeping so peacefully I decided to leave her alone and just let her sleep as I know she would just get scare and over excited. I know it must be the beer. I did try the phone again, still dead, still no help, why? Any other time every volunteer fire truck, state trooper and sheriff’s deputy would be speeding down our lane by now. Where the hell is everybody? Jim Wright you son of a bitch (SOB) where are you when I need you?

I half heartily walk back to the boat house, he was still there he had not left as if I really expected him too, HA! HA! I sat down across from him. He smiled and said again, we are not here to hurt anyone that they just need my help at this time. He introduced himself as Joshua Christian, just call me J.C. everyone else does.

John get your hat and come with me, I want to show you something. All of a sudden the lights came back on, I laughed, someone must have called Dominion Power. JC just laughed. We walked on down the pier and for some unknown reason I began to feel at ease. We walked over to a small bubble type looking vehicle that I have never seen before. John, go ahead and climb aboard. Boy JC would I love to have one of these, what is this thing called? John, it’s what we call an Air Tram (A T), just set back and just relax. He flipped a switch and said in a soft voice Secret Peace Corp Space Ship (SPCSS) and we took off that quick. JC how do you control this thing? You do not have to control it, it is programed to control its self, all you have to do is tell it where you want to go and it will take you there without any problems. It is fully voice controlled. Great can I buy one of these? That is if it does not cost me an arm and a leg. He just laughed and said, that’s not possible, at least not at this time. Well it sure beats the hell out of my old Ford F- 150 HA! HA! What does it run on? It runs on Nitrogen. It is fully self- contained and has its own O2/N2 Producer Plant. Oxygen (O2) & Nitrogen (N2).

We flew down through the woods in total darkness. JC aren’t you afraid we might hit something as I can’t see a thing? No Way John, this AT is designed to go up, down and around any and everything, it is 100% totally accident free, I can pressurize this Cockpit Dome inside and stay at 0 Miles Per hour (MPH) or accelerate to cruise at 1000 Plus MPH. WOW! Is this real or am I dreaming, John says to himself, maybe