THEY SHALL INHERIT THE EARTH. CH.5

by

NINA C. FULFORD

CHAPTER 5




Jamison was there, along with his Superior, Chief Superentendent Barker, when the Army and Government officials arrived the next morning, after hours of communication back and forth. After all, it was his command. Once they were greeted though, it was a different story. Barker took over as the Administration officer in charge and the honors fell to him. And they were BIG brass. These men had been brought in from all over the world and the press got hold of it but the lid was clamped tighter than a drum for a change. No one was talking. Not even to their wives this time.

The Brass looked. The experts looked - and then they all went into a conference room where they were locked in verbal combat for three hours. When they came out, Jamison was ordered to remove the staff from the second floor for half an hour. They had decided to do tests on the rods to find out the power source. They were going to take it apart.

It was on Barker’s insistance that that floor was to be cleared and Jamison notified. It was Jamison who feared the ‘cage’ and decided to hold a fire drill for the staff as a means of getting them out of the building. He wanted his people safe from harm. If the experts didn’t care, that was their problem, but he wanted his own people out of the way if anything went wrong.

He was clearing the last of the men out of the buildings main doors when the blast came. They couldn’t even have waited until the word came that his staff was cleared.

You couldn’t really call it a blast. There was a roar that built up and ended in a shooshing of sound as the glass flew inward and he was sucked backwards in the entrance hall towards the stairs to the upper floors. Glass flew at him as he went, coming from all directions, as did papers and light objects. Everything seemed to be headed for the top floor. It was over in seconds and there was only silence left at its end... and the faint rustle of papers fluttering to the ground.

Stunned and bleeding from shards of glass imbedded in his body, he lay for a few minutes amid the clutter on the stairs, where he had been drawn by the force of the wind. Some of the men who had been outside came in over the rubble and to his side. With their aide he got to his feet and began to stumble up the stairs. Picking their way over the clutter on the steps they reached the second floor. It was as if some giant force had sucked everything out of place on the second floor and piled it up against door frames and the stairwell to the second floor landing. Glass had been blown out everywhere. They could hear faint sounds of moaning coming from the second floor where all the men and the experts had been when the blast came. The evidence all pointed to it having been an implosion of considerable force.

When they arrived on the second floor the sounds of men in agony were coming from the conference room. Down the hall, where Jamisons room had been, was a gaping hole. Inner walls were blown in and only the main structural walls were still intact nearby. There was nothing left but leaning walls and doors and furniture and objects piled up against door jambs in the corridor outside, along with fallen masonry. There were no men in sight.

When they got to the conference room, they found the doors were buckled outward and collapsed. Bodies were piled up against them like rag dolls.

They found Barker jammed against a group of three men. The bodies of the men had cushioned him from broken bones and he was still alive; but barely. As for the rest of the men, They were either dead or dying. Barker was bleeding badly from the nose, mouth, and ears. When they looked around at the rest of the men they could see the same thing had happened to them also. It was hard to tell if they had been crushed to death or bled to death. It was as if they had all been in a mighty wind tunnel.

"What happened man?" Jamison asked as he knelt beside the dying Barker and gently wiped at his face with a kleenex he took out of his pocket. Barker hadn’t been in the office when the men went in to dismantle the ‘cage’ so he couldn’t tell them much before he died. It was two days before the investigating team could piece together some of the story from the evidence of the blast area.

What they did learn from Barker, just before he died, was that the physicists had gone to work on the ‘cage’ and because of the size of the office not being able to hold all of them, the rest of the men had remained in the conference room to wait for the results. A few minutes later the blast occurred.

An analysis of the immediate blast area showed an implosion had occured, sucking clean everything in the room and drawing all towards the epicentre. It was as if a hole had opened in the small space and gobbled up all that was there, like some hungry force and even reaching out for those objects out of reach and drawing them closer. Of the men in the room at the time of the implosion, no trace existed. The force of the blast had drawn the men in the conference room up against the walls and doors as the air was sucked out, crushing them. At the same time as the loss of air had collapsed lungs, a giant force had ruptured blood vessels.

Jamison was becoming frantic now at the loss of precious time. The blast of the room and the loss of the men had convinced him beyond any doubt of the womans credability and powers. The deadline was too close. They had wasted too much time and even though the others were willing to accept the womans story now, what could they do in the days left to them? He mourned the loss of his friend, but the urgency he felt in trying to meet the womans deadline took away the ability to grieve for one person any more.

The question now was; What would the woman do if they didn’t come through with the T.V. hookup she had demanded. Were the children going to suffer for it?

To prevent or delay the panic that was sure too hit the headlines if they announced it openly, they inserted a small ad in all the papers in the vicinity:


ATT: Mrs. Fairway; We are unable to meet deadline. We ask for an extension of one week to meet request. Please respond immediatly.


That was inserted in the papers on the 23rd of May. Now all they could do was hope to hear from her.
No word had been heard from Mrs Fairway by the time the deadline drew near.

In homes all over the lower mainland of British Columbia, people were preparing to sit down to the evening meal. Unaware of what had been going on at the R.C.M.P. headquarters, they had their televisions tuned to the local news anyway to hear if there were any new developments from around the world. They lived in hope that a solution would be found to keep one of the newborn babies from vanishing like the others or even of finding out where the others were.

When the face of Mrs. Fairway appeared on the screen after a second of picture interruption, it was recognised by only one or two people but one of those was Corporal Collins, who phoned Jamison and let him know.

Her first words stopped everyone in their tracks.

"Do not touch your dial! I am here to speak to you of the missing children. Please sit down wherever you are and listen. And for the owners of this station who are trying to find out how I am overriding their broadcast, I suggest you cease any useless efforts and listen too, for you will not be able to track it down.

"One week ago today I walked into the offices of the Burnaby detachment of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police, and told them I would give them proof that I knew the whereabouts of your babies and in return for that proof I wanted a world wide television hookup so that I may tell the people of Earth my message. I used a device called a ‘cage’ to bring five of the Earth children through from my world so that they could see them. They had their proof, but they failed to meet my terms. I am therefore breaking into your local station here to let the people themselves know what my terms are so they may act on them.

"Do not blame your local police or your government for not meeting my terms. I did not expect them to be met. However, nothing I do is without reason or purpose.

"The purpose of that effort was to establish two principles: I want your full and voluntary cooperation on any requests I make to you, with the clear understanding that it is within your rights to refuse to act on them. But do so with the full knowledge that you accept the responsability for all the consequences of your actions. The second principle I want you to understand is that I do not lie. EVER!
"So that you may be made to understand clearly, I will explain the reasoning behind my actions. I could as easily have gone to the top, to the men who govern, to make my requests. I am quite capable of reading who your leaders are and where they are. For you on this planet,that would be the closest thing you have to a world form of government; the United Nations.
"That brings us to the reason that this world body was formed, doesn’t it? It was formed to speak for the nations of the world. But what are nations? Nations are people. No more, no less. And people are individuals. YOU! Have you forgotten that? Without you there are no villages, no towns, no cities, no countries, no nations. Without you there is no need for governing structures. These weighty organizations that you have built to govern you, are that way because you made them so. Do you blame your child because he has your red hair? That sounds silly doesn’t it. And yet that is exactly what you are doing.

"You are wrong to make a man king over you and then hold him to account when he does what he desires and not what you desire. Just as you are wrong when you create a police force and give it authority over you and then complain because you don’t like their idea of authority. When you abdicate your personnal responsabilities you lose the right to complain.
"each man and woman can hear clearly what is inside their own mind but unless you develope telepathy you cannot know what is in the mind of another. That is why no one on this Earth should have abandoned his own responsabilities for his own existance.
"I tried to prove this to you by my actions and the actions of the men who direct your lives. By starting at the bottom of command at the desk in the R.C.M.P. office, in an ordinary suburb of the community, I have shown you how your words become lost. I was heard and believed by the man behind the desk. He was still just one of the people. Still responsable to himself for making his own judgements and his perception of his world and experiances, but no longer able to act on his own authority. He had given that right to his immediate superior.
"His words were heard and believed only if he could show proof. That proof was myself. The next in command had to be given more proof from the person that told him about me, before he would act. That was the ‘cage’ and the children and myself. I then withdrew the last two, which left only the ‘cage’ and the eye witness account of six of their own men for the next in command. That was no longer enough. You no longer had a voice that could be heard. Even six voices together weren’t enough to be heard.
"Proof was becoming a hard thing to achieve for the chain of command. The farther from the people, the fainter their voices became and the harder it became to show proof of what the people believed in. It then became possible to prove the words in the only way those in power will listen to. A very loud noise.

"I had left the ‘cage’ for them to see as my proof of intentions, with the warning not to touch it as it was only there to give them faith in my words. They had eyewitnesses to what it could do, but they were not listening anymore. Men lost their lives because of this. It wasn’t neccessary.
"I did not tell them what the cage was, but I will tell you now. It was a doorway. That’s all. It was a field force of energy connecting that spot, with the world were the children are being kept. As long as it remained untouched, it was a doorway from here to there. The only doorway on the Earth that connected our separate worlds. They were told that to touch the ‘cage’ would disrupt the field and destroy it. When they attempted to gain proof that I was telling the truth, they tried to take it apart to see what makes it work and what it was. Many men lost their lives to prove that I was not lying to them. Nor were the men under them lying to them. Must you always wait for a ‘big noise’ before you will believe what people say to you? That is why I want to speak directly to the people themselves; not the mighty organizational structures they have built. I want to be heard. I do have powers, but a loud voice isn’t one of them. The plain, simple fact is that with my present equipment, I can break into a local station, but so far you do not have a world wide hookup that I can use. Nor can I reach all the people on Earth. If you want to know the fate of the children I need that type of communication in one weeks time. I also think it would be a kind gesture if the Earth got itself together enough to see that as many of the people as is possible are given access to the broadcast. Oh, and don’t concern yourself with them not being able to understand me, I well take care of that little problem.

"I will approve of the United Nations Headquarters in New York as the proper place to give my speach to the world and I will appear in person when everything is ready. I said earlier that this is your decision to make I will not extend the time for you as we are aware of what you are capable of and we are not asking something that is beyond those capablities. If the request is denied we will simply leave. We are not threatening you with reprisals of any kind and you will be allowed to continue as you are..Good night."





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