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be excavated immediately. I have a rough approximation of where I want you to
dig, based on aerial radar photography. IТIl give the information to you before
I leave, but when you find this particular artifact, let me know"
"And what is that, sir?" Bernstein asked.
"An ancient altar. Now, gentlemen, I must go." Wyan said. He and Mr. Kenson left
the chamber to Bernstein and his team.


1



Interrogation Room


You've had a break with reality, Mr. MacKenzie, a psychotic episode resulting
from your belief that you encountered extraterrestrial life forms."
Art MacKenzie eyed his inquisitor and brushed back a sweaty lock of dark hair.
"I know what I saw, Ms. Scrimmer. They were demons. They were horrible, and if I
hadn't had help from the angel that appeared, I wouldn't be here to talk to you
about any of this."
Scrimmer toyed with a lock of shoulder-length dark brown hair and tapped her pen
on her pursed lips. She countered in a patronizing voice, "There you go again,
Mr. MacKenzie. You say it was an angel? How can you be sure? Had you ever seen
an angel before this encounter? Did you have anything to compare this . . . this
apparition to? How do you know that the extraterrestrial life forms didn't
project the thought into your mind?" Scrimmer was perched on a stool in front of
Mac, so that she looked down on him. She reached forward to a small table
between them, retrieved a glass of water, took a sip, then set the glass back
down.
Mac eyed the water. He had been at least twenty-four hours without food or water
or sleep . . . just interrogations filled with questions from Scrimmer. Followed
by a brief recess during which he would sit on the only chair in the room or lie
down on the concrete floor and try unsuccessfully to sleep. He sucked his cheeks
and pressed his tongue against the roof of his mouth. "How about some of that
water? I want the water." He started to rise from his chair. Immediately, the
two armed guards stationed on either side of the door moved toward him. Mac
eased back down into his chair.
Scrimmer glanced at one of the guards and smiled.
She's flirting with him, Mac thought.
She crossed one black nylon-encased leg atop another, scribbled something on the
clipboard, and asked again, "About the angel then, Mr. MacKenzie."
Mac tried to forget about the water and let out a deep sigh. "For crying out
loud, I've been through this ten times with you and at least that many with the
guys who debriefed me the first time. Why don't you compare notes with them?
You'll find my story to be consistent."
Mac saw the neck muscles bulge on the guard Scrimmer had been flirting with,
making the man's collar tighten.
Scrimmer shifted on her stool and looked down her pointed nose at Mac. "The
angel, Mr. MacKenzie . . . how did you know it was an angel?"