A sense of injustice was stirred within them. Against their better judgment of escaping, they proclaimed their assistance to rid the world of the evil Area 51 and bring it down to its knees. "Whatever happens, we'll have to do this together." Igor said finally. Dr. Goma drew in a breath and nodded in agreement.
"O.K. Everyone listen up!" Dr. Goma called everyone's attention as she and Igor stood.
"Here's the plan, we're going to leave these spacecraft all over the country, in places where the everyday public can find them! It'll scare a lot of people but it will really put those power-hungry politicians back into the cave they came from!"
"We're leaving one of the craft here!" Dr. George demanded.
"Yes, we're coming back in at least two of them, that's why we're getting rid of the others, so we can stay out here unnoticed, until we can re-locate! Twit!" snapped Dr. Goma.
Dr. Goma continued as the others began to shut down their monitors and secure the place.
"Each craft has a navigational screen and a second to indicate your movements horizontal, vertical and lateral, the navigation will show you where you're at, at all times. As you know the airframe will be somewhat round, you'll have to steer in a rotating motion using the control column, when you pick out a destination to land the craft, you'll have to disconnect the tractor beam by rotating the entire craft in a 360 degree motion, twice! Push to the left to do this! When you get the signal, drop the hydraulic supports and land the thing!" Dr. Goma paused, then continued.
"When you drop, the ship is designed to automatically flare, slowing your craft. We will all land together, but only one ship gets left while its pilot boards another craft, until finally they're all dispersed!"
Everyone, except Penn and Teller understood everything that Dr. Goma had said. However they played it down.
Dr. Goma and SpewHari left the main room momentarily but returned with a trunk full of those black jumpsuits, gloves, ski-masks, flashlights and some two dozen magic- markers and self-adhesive paper that they found in Dr. George's quarters.
"You must get into these, they're stealth suits, they cannot be seen under the lighting of surveillance cameras. We may need to park a few of these within highly populated areas." Goma instructed as she took off her white lab coat and slipped on a pair of gloves. Everyone was getting into their gear as Dr. George and Lurch busied themselves with all the alarms in the place. They slipped into their gear. Penn ran over and checked the gauges on the tanks, from the surge of magnetic force on the surface, he released some of the pressure.
"This gives new meaning to heating the neighborhood." He sighed.
"Do we have an escape plan?" asked Wednesday.
"There's an underground passageway to an abandoned airport," Lurch answered. "There are some shuttle vans that still have fuel in their tanks if we need to use the road to make our escape."
At this new piece of information Penn and Teller look at the crew with a certain disgust.
"How far down does the passage takes us?" Wednesday asked with an uneasy, unsure feeling.
"Oh...it'll go down 570 feet below the surface...it'll be okay, the tunnels are lit and we have lights."
Penn and Teller looked away is if to say "Nevermind".
"I've seen a cyclops alien before, they live in these underground parts." Boris related quietly as he flicked a switchblade in and out.
"You'd better be sure there are none of those around here!" Mortamule warned in a grim, slowly laughing voice.
"We have something crawling around here," Sketch broke in. "but it has considerably more than one eye."
Dr. George made some last checks on the place as he talked with Goma.
"I've never been to the sealed off areas in 51, did they really follow all their personnel"? asked George.
"The store, the Post Office, the bathroom if they're inclined to. No matter what." Goma answered frankly.
"How many UFO's were there now?" Ben asked Midgetknuckle as they filed towards the door.
"All of them."
"Well...you know they'll miss them."
"One would think."
They all gathered at the entrance and went outside as Dr. George locked the main doors behind them. Upon seeing the number of spacecraft out in the open, calm air, they all looked on in awe. As they all got assigned their ships, handed some paper and markers and got secured and strapped inside. Goma told everyone they would have radio contact between ships and to be careful as when in range, others, like police, truck drivers, cab drivers and the like would be able to tune in if they wanted to. With Goma the last pilot to climb aboard, she got into the mother-ship with, at least, 13 new pilots for the smaller ships.