Nibiru : Return of the Ancestors

Chapter 9 -Pentagon, USA, Research Team Majestic-12, Hungary

Following the case, George and his two mates ran back as quickly as possible to the minibus, left at the car park. They hoped they would be able to locate where we had been going. But the Commander in control of the troops, was waiting for them. The soldiers who, a few minutes ago, had been suffering from pain, were still sitting on the ground, and although the anguish was gone, they were weak and were trying to revive. When the Commander saw the three researchers coming out of the house, he hurried to meet them.

'And you? What the hell has happened up there? Why haven' t you reported where you went? You are required to report your every step!' the Commander shouted nervously.

George had always hated this commanding style, and he did not relish it either. But unfortunately, he depended on the Army and if he wanted to be the part of the action, he would need to select his words carefully.

'I don't understand the problem, Commander. Our task was to find out where the signals were heading to, and in case we were able to, we should have tracked them. It's not possible to check everything from the car. There are things that could only be seen with our own eyes or could be experienced personally,' George answered patienly and was waiting for the reaction, but Bomonsky interrupted.

'Your crap and impatience has blown the whole action! We were close to finding out what the aliens wanted, and you pissed it off! Bomonsky leaned to the Commander, while he was articulating strangely so that his indignation became more spectacular. 'Why do you think that everything should always be solved with power?'

The Commander didn't like the answer, and even less the style. He was not used to getting talked to in such a way, so he stepped to Bomonsky.

'Crap? The crap was to let you here.' He leaned very close to Bomonsky.

'You wouldn't know anything without us. You can't scan the sky or communicate with armours. You can't decipher dead languages with armours and power, asshole,' Bomonsky retorted, and he also stepped closer to the Commander so that they practically scrapped each other.

Even Chatrin could not have left it without a word, especially that he was not that type, either who let herself to be lectured in such a condescending manner. But she tried to arrange to leave as she was also excited by the events and wanted to get to her researches as soon as possible and to look up a few things.

'Bravo. Another "who is the bigger rooster on the rubbish heap" game. I'm fed up with this "I am having a longer tail" debate, sirs.' She looked at the Commander and Bomonsky. 'Everyone is talented in his own field, and judging each other is not the task of any of you, right? It would be the best if everybody returned to his task, and we didn't annoy each other unnecessarily, sirs?' she looked at George and beckoned to Bomonsky, then he moved to the converted bus.

'Just go,' the offended Commander reacted. 'But later it will be paid for,' he threatened, then turned back to return to his people.

Chatrin, George, and Bomonsky started back to the base by the bus. They were travelling for a while without talking to each other. The silence was broken by Chatrin.

'How do they know where we are? The sensor was with us, but they wouldn't even be able to handle it,' she said thoughtfully.

'We may be bugged,' George whispered and signed with his finger not to mention anything important.

They had been travelling on silently for about half an hour; then Bomonsky stood aside with the car at the wood in front of the base. He signed to the others to get off the car and collected a small object from the glove compartment. He kept indicating that they should not talk; meanwhile, he was raking everybody from top to toe with the object until he found and trampled the bugs.