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the "mailbox" farther back on the dirt
do?" road about twenty
minutes ago and there had been two
Franklin shook his head. "They're deployed in pairs on cars and a van
parked there. UFO watchers had waved at
either side of the road. That way they can tell which way the Bronco as
they drove by. The mailbox, which was an
you're going by the order they're tripped in." Franklin actual small battered
metal mailbox on the side of the
talked quickly, eager to impress Simmons with his knowl- road, was the
last safe place to observe the sky over the
edge. Groom Lake/Area
51 complex. To Johnny it was obvious
The simple logic quieted Simmons for a few moments. that the watchers
there weren't surprised to see Franklin's
For the first time he wondered if he was biting off more truck drive by.
than he could chew here. Since Area 51 wasn't listed on Franklin threw
the truck in gear and rolled forward
any topographic maps, and all roads leading onto the Nellis about a hundred
feet. "The sensors pick up ground vibes
Reservation were posted with no trespassing signs with om- from passing vehicles,
but they don't trip on people walk-
inous threats printed in red, Simmons had sought help. ing or animals.
Then they transmit that information back
He'd met Franklin in Rachel, a small town on Route 375 to whoever is
in charge of security for this place. Without
that ran along the northeast side of the Nellis Reservation. the antennas they
can't transmit. We're out of range now.
Franklin was the person he'd been pointed to by "experts" Back in a second."
He stepped out and was gone for sev-
in the UFO field as the man to see about getting a look at eral more minutes
as he screwed the antennas back into
Area 51, the place the Air Force pilot had been overflying the sensors.

when he'd been accosted by Dreamland Control and what- They went another
two miles down the road, then Frank-
ever unknown object the pilot had seen. lin pulled off
into the lee of a large ridge that rose up to
Simmons hadn't been too surprised to find Franklin a the west like
a solid, sloping black wall: White Sides Moun-
young bearded man who looked more like he ought to be tain. Simmons
stepped out, following Franklin's lead.
doing poetry reading at a college than leading people to "It's going
to get colder," Franklin said in a low voice as
look at a classified government facility. Franklin worked he pulled a small
backpack out of the rear of his truck.
out of a small, dilapidated house where he self-published a Simmons was
glad he had packed the extra sweater. He
monthly newsletter for UFO enthusiasts. He'd been pulled it over
his head, then put his jacket back on over it.