CHAPTER FIVE
Sloan paced the room in her new apartment. It was cold and severe, not like the homey place she had lived in, but she could not go back there without getting unwanted attention. She had seen the heavies of the men who ambushed the peace meeting, watching, and a certain black car kept driving by periodically. She had managed to take her blanket, but that was all. Where was Walter and Ed? It had been days since Tom was captured, and they now had a plan to rescue him, but Attwood said he was waiting for a contact, a contact from where? thought Sloan. .
Hearing the doorbell ring, and thinking they had returned, she answered the door but all she saw as a stocky young man with liquid brown eyes, wearing the uniform of the Postal Delivery service and holding a large brown package in one hand and a clipboard in the other. .
"Excuse me, Miss, I'm looking for a Walter Attwood," he said.
"No one here by that name,"
"But I went to his former place, and then his place of employment. I'm sure he's here. That's what that boy told me."
"Who?"
"A young man. I think his name was Shane. Anyway he ran off before I could ask him anything." He turned around to see two men, a heavier set older man with glasses and a goatee, not that handsome, and a younger man a little more tolerable in appearance. Attwood and Tate had returned.
"There's a parcel for you," said Sloan to Walter.
He took it from the Postal Employee. It had several Mexican stamps on it, and the date looked at least thirty years old. Someone had made sure it was secure by the tape used, and the letters and address were neatly printed. After the delivery man left, Walter opened the parcel, taking out the DVD and the small note which said, "I thought you might be interested."
They had to scrounge around for a DVD player. After all, this was back around 1998, and they were not as common as now. Finally, they sat around, listening to the scientists, seeing them getting on the ship, and all what John had seen.
"Do you know what this means?" asked Sloan.
"It puts the theory of evolution to shame," said Ed, "I wonder if the 1.6rs know."
"If they did, and it came out that our great grandparents and grandparents were reproducing people to fight the Nazis, then it would put us on the same plane as them."
"You mean the Dominants?"
"No the Nazis. It would hurt to find that we think like them."
"I don't think so," said Walter, "the Nazis were in favor of world domination as were the Japanese prior to Nineteen Forty Five. They probably had a project like this, but probably killed all who worked on it." He shuffled through some files. "Yes here it is. Hasn't been put on the computer yet. Got this from a friend of mine, actually sort of a great uncle. Prisoner of War."
Sloan and Ed read the file. The hand that wrote it was shaky and what they read filled them with horror. "Gene splicing. Unarmed prisoners sent out in the jungle to be hunted down by Japanese youth. One's who killed the most given special privileges, women brought to the camp."
"Fortunately the U.S. Marines got there before any further damage was done. They had to take the children to a special school. Too dangerous to be in society. Too dangerous to reproduce."
He handed them another paper, written in Japanese with a picture of a Buddhist Monastery. "It seemed that the children, the male children were persuaded to take vows of celibacy. The Japanese government put a lid down on them. They did not want a repeat of World War Two either."
:"And the girls?" asked Sloan.
"Not that many of them. It seemed they had sort of a trial by combat. The fittest survived and then she blew herself up when the Japanese police closed in on her."
Ed almost gagged.
They looked at the wrapping of the package. The postmark was from a village near Oaxaca, the general area where the Dominants originated. Ed went to the Mexican Official site, learning that this particular village no longer existed, but the official line was that economic hard times came and the people were now dispersed in the nearest cities or towns. He examined the printing once more, so neat almost as if someone had used a machine, but on close scrutiny it was hand written, each letter and number done to such perfection that only the ink used gave it away.. Only a Dominant could be that careful. Yes, somewhere in Mexico, a Dominant dared to tell the truth.
"Do you what this means?" asked Sloan.
"What?" Ed looked at her.
"It means there might be peace between our two species or sub species."
They could only hope.
Sloan paced the room in her new apartment. It was cold and severe, not like the homey place she had lived in, but she could not go back there without getting unwanted attention. She had seen the heavies of the men who ambushed the peace meeting, watching, and a certain black car kept driving by periodically. She had managed to take her blanket, but that was all. Where was Walter and Ed? It had been days since Tom was captured, and they now had a plan to rescue him, but Attwood said he was waiting for a contact, a contact from where? thought Sloan. .
Hearing the doorbell ring, and thinking they had returned, she answered the door but all she saw as a stocky young man with liquid brown eyes, wearing the uniform of the Postal Delivery service and holding a large brown package in one hand and a clipboard in the other. .
"Excuse me, Miss, I'm looking for a Walter Attwood," he said.
"No one here by that name,"
"But I went to his former place, and then his place of employment. I'm sure he's here. That's what that boy told me."
"Who?"
"A young man. I think his name was Shane. Anyway he ran off before I could ask him anything." He turned around to see two men, a heavier set older man with glasses and a goatee, not that handsome, and a younger man a little more tolerable in appearance. Attwood and Tate had returned.
"There's a parcel for you," said Sloan to Walter.
He took it from the Postal Employee. It had several Mexican stamps on it, and the date looked at least thirty years old. Someone had made sure it was secure by the tape used, and the letters and address were neatly printed. After the delivery man left, Walter opened the parcel, taking out the DVD and the small note which said, "I thought you might be interested."
They had to scrounge around for a DVD player. After all, this was back around 1998, and they were not as common as now. Finally, they sat around, listening to the scientists, seeing them getting on the ship, and all what John had seen.
"Do you know what this means?" asked Sloan.
"It puts the theory of evolution to shame," said Ed, "I wonder if the 1.6rs know."
"If they did, and it came out that our great grandparents and grandparents were reproducing people to fight the Nazis, then it would put us on the same plane as them."
"You mean the Dominants?"
"No the Nazis. It would hurt to find that we think like them."
"I don't think so," said Walter, "the Nazis were in favor of world domination as were the Japanese prior to Nineteen Forty Five. They probably had a project like this, but probably killed all who worked on it." He shuffled through some files. "Yes here it is. Hasn't been put on the computer yet. Got this from a friend of mine, actually sort of a great uncle. Prisoner of War."
Sloan and Ed read the file. The hand that wrote it was shaky and what they read filled them with horror. "Gene splicing. Unarmed prisoners sent out in the jungle to be hunted down by Japanese youth. One's who killed the most given special privileges, women brought to the camp."
"Fortunately the U.S. Marines got there before any further damage was done. They had to take the children to a special school. Too dangerous to be in society. Too dangerous to reproduce."
He handed them another paper, written in Japanese with a picture of a Buddhist Monastery. "It seemed that the children, the male children were persuaded to take vows of celibacy. The Japanese government put a lid down on them. They did not want a repeat of World War Two either."
:"And the girls?" asked Sloan.
"Not that many of them. It seemed they had sort of a trial by combat. The fittest survived and then she blew herself up when the Japanese police closed in on her."
Ed almost gagged.
They looked at the wrapping of the package. The postmark was from a village near Oaxaca, the general area where the Dominants originated. Ed went to the Mexican Official site, learning that this particular village no longer existed, but the official line was that economic hard times came and the people were now dispersed in the nearest cities or towns. He examined the printing once more, so neat almost as if someone had used a machine, but on close scrutiny it was hand written, each letter and number done to such perfection that only the ink used gave it away.. Only a Dominant could be that careful. Yes, somewhere in Mexico, a Dominant dared to tell the truth.
"Do you what this means?" asked Sloan.
"What?" Ed looked at her.
"It means there might be peace between our two species or sub species."
They could only hope.