CHAPTER TWENTY
As Paul suspected, Attwood and his group first went to the New Mexican movie location, mingling with the crowds of onlookers, cars, trailers, trucks, and vans, actors, extras, tourists, and locals, all to see the biography of this famous Mexican actress. The man who was to play the famous cowboy actor of the nineteen forties and fifties was already in his chair, having his makeup retouched.
And there was Paul's daughter, Anna, dressed like a Mexican woman of the late nineteenth century, reading her lines. Paul nudged the woman. "Go get her. Make like you're an immigrant. Use your emotions."
Meanwhile, Paul watched Attwood A few minutes later, the woman returned.
"The movie people are idiots," she said, "I told her I was her mother, but they wanted proof!"
"What kind of proof?"
"A marriage certificate, a birth certificate." She pointed to the chain around her neck. "This the Dominant marriage certificate for a Favorite. They want paper not an ornament and the birth certificate. The priest baptized me and now he's dead and the Church records burned. No nada!"
"There has to be someone who can get us in, get Anna back. If the humans know about her, they'll look for us."
"One of the men looked worried." She pointed to a bald man.
"Should be," said Paul. "We're here." He put on his radar full strength. He was pleased with his woman, she was starting to think as if she were Dominant instead of a mere human, having had this captive since she was a young girl, well in human terms anyway. He had helped torture her, listened to her screams, and violated her. They did not mean her to survive, but she did. Buried under those rags and refuge in the truck, life did not ebb from her. The 1.6rs could detect pregnancies among their females at conception and this human was now carrying a child. The Dominants decided to wait until the birth of the child to see if it, the product of a 1.6r and human, would carry their strain. They turned the girl over to Paul who told her what would happen if she disobeyed.
Eight months later, the girl bore a baby boy, a Dominant. Two days after that, Paul took the girl over to the sacred pole, announcing her as his concubine in the Official Joining, a ceremony where the oldest male Dominant had the chip inserted in the crucifix, the name of the owner and his captive put on the metal plate, and the necklace permanently sealed around her neck. The girl now became Paul's favorite and every child she bore Paul would be legitimate in the eyes of the Council unlike what would happen when she was merely a pet. Then their fate determined on the will of the Council, ranging from being made legal, to given over to a Dominant couple whose child had died or been killed, putting on the no help squad, that is, those Dominants who made forays against the humans when death was the only option, enslaved, or just killed. .
All but one of Paul and Lupe's children were born Dominants and that was because of malnutrition. The one born human, Paul left some place so that humans would find her. It was his daughter. He did not want her to die, even if defective. Besides, she had been promised to the Chosen at birth.
Paul wondered if his daughter, now raised by humans, would be a fit mate for the Chosen or whether that female had corrupted Tom so that the Chosen would no longer have the firm resolve to rule.
He recognized the Mexican woman, Blanca and a young girl, survivors of the village near where he grew up. He thought they were all dead and they appeared to be talking to a dark man who had a boy with him. Paul knew him, that Los Angeles policeman, Ray Peterson, who the Los Angeles police department put on a black list because of his talking about the New Species
Paul started the engine and drove towards a drug store. "You wait here." He left his woman in the car and went inside. A few minutes later, he returned and took out a map, tearing it in half. "I'll go this way. We've already seen Anna, but since they don't believe you're her mother, perhaps that is an advantage."
The plan was simple. They would enter Area 51, and look for someone who did business with the movie company. Paul knew that the only way the movie studio could film here would be if the base commander or someone high up had given permission. He hoped to find this higher up.
He drove up to the sentry and flashed his identification
The corporal looked at him with suspicion. Fortunately, Paul was prepared. The identification could fool anyone, and besides, he knew more than the regular scientist he was supposed to be. He had learned aeronautics and wind velocity before he was twelve.
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As Paul suspected, Attwood and his group first went to the New Mexican movie location, mingling with the crowds of onlookers, cars, trailers, trucks, and vans, actors, extras, tourists, and locals, all to see the biography of this famous Mexican actress. The man who was to play the famous cowboy actor of the nineteen forties and fifties was already in his chair, having his makeup retouched.
And there was Paul's daughter, Anna, dressed like a Mexican woman of the late nineteenth century, reading her lines. Paul nudged the woman. "Go get her. Make like you're an immigrant. Use your emotions."
Meanwhile, Paul watched Attwood A few minutes later, the woman returned.
"The movie people are idiots," she said, "I told her I was her mother, but they wanted proof!"
"What kind of proof?"
"A marriage certificate, a birth certificate." She pointed to the chain around her neck. "This the Dominant marriage certificate for a Favorite. They want paper not an ornament and the birth certificate. The priest baptized me and now he's dead and the Church records burned. No nada!"
"There has to be someone who can get us in, get Anna back. If the humans know about her, they'll look for us."
"One of the men looked worried." She pointed to a bald man.
"Should be," said Paul. "We're here." He put on his radar full strength. He was pleased with his woman, she was starting to think as if she were Dominant instead of a mere human, having had this captive since she was a young girl, well in human terms anyway. He had helped torture her, listened to her screams, and violated her. They did not mean her to survive, but she did. Buried under those rags and refuge in the truck, life did not ebb from her. The 1.6rs could detect pregnancies among their females at conception and this human was now carrying a child. The Dominants decided to wait until the birth of the child to see if it, the product of a 1.6r and human, would carry their strain. They turned the girl over to Paul who told her what would happen if she disobeyed.
Eight months later, the girl bore a baby boy, a Dominant. Two days after that, Paul took the girl over to the sacred pole, announcing her as his concubine in the Official Joining, a ceremony where the oldest male Dominant had the chip inserted in the crucifix, the name of the owner and his captive put on the metal plate, and the necklace permanently sealed around her neck. The girl now became Paul's favorite and every child she bore Paul would be legitimate in the eyes of the Council unlike what would happen when she was merely a pet. Then their fate determined on the will of the Council, ranging from being made legal, to given over to a Dominant couple whose child had died or been killed, putting on the no help squad, that is, those Dominants who made forays against the humans when death was the only option, enslaved, or just killed. .
All but one of Paul and Lupe's children were born Dominants and that was because of malnutrition. The one born human, Paul left some place so that humans would find her. It was his daughter. He did not want her to die, even if defective. Besides, she had been promised to the Chosen at birth.
Paul wondered if his daughter, now raised by humans, would be a fit mate for the Chosen or whether that female had corrupted Tom so that the Chosen would no longer have the firm resolve to rule.
He recognized the Mexican woman, Blanca and a young girl, survivors of the village near where he grew up. He thought they were all dead and they appeared to be talking to a dark man who had a boy with him. Paul knew him, that Los Angeles policeman, Ray Peterson, who the Los Angeles police department put on a black list because of his talking about the New Species
Paul started the engine and drove towards a drug store. "You wait here." He left his woman in the car and went inside. A few minutes later, he returned and took out a map, tearing it in half. "I'll go this way. We've already seen Anna, but since they don't believe you're her mother, perhaps that is an advantage."
The plan was simple. They would enter Area 51, and look for someone who did business with the movie company. Paul knew that the only way the movie studio could film here would be if the base commander or someone high up had given permission. He hoped to find this higher up.
He drove up to the sentry and flashed his identification
The corporal looked at him with suspicion. Fortunately, Paul was prepared. The identification could fool anyone, and besides, he knew more than the regular scientist he was supposed to be. He had learned aeronautics and wind velocity before he was twelve.
7/19/2003