Don't worry. The Grays told me that they don't exist, so shhh. Close your eyes. Its not for you to see...not just yet.
Prologue "I am walking down the street, perhaps your own, on the way to see a branch of high-ranking yet secret decision makers, but don’t worry. America and I are old friends embarking on a joint venture to handle a risky situation...what to do about those who may not be human? The answer isn’t easy. We all have a stake in the future of humanity. Our numbers are small, yet the imbalance rattles like an internal earthquake. The foundation of society may crack under the weight of this burden, but we are testing initiatives to prevent that outcome. As of yet the truth about hybrids remains safe from public scrutiny. Besides, no one sees me, not how I really am. My gray suit and dark shades make me almost invisible, just another middle income slave toiling in debt. This inconspicuous attire marks me as a conservative human, though I am neither." These thoughts emanated from Sivar Khaled, veiled by the bustling crowd along the sidewalk in the heart of downtown Norfolk. No one noticed him, not the man glancing at the day’s headlines or the willowy woman behind him, arguing on her cell phone; however, I see and hear him clearly. How do I know his thoughts? I am the Gray watcher assigned to him. My name is Orin, even though identities are only useful when dealing with lower entities such as humans or hybrids. You don’t need to know our agenda yet, so concern yourself with my hybrid subject. You will want to see this whether you like it or not. Look closely. He walks bristly. Don’t you want to know who awaits him? This brain belonging to Sivar Khaled is my playground and the results of this experiment will effect how the final truth unfolds. I’m sure many can not handle knowing it without going into shock or falling apart like many do when faced with me. But the time has come. Steady yourself and try. You might need to acquaint yourself with us before we meet in person one night soon. Until such time, I can say little. Hailing from Zeta Reticula, my ship hovers in the clouds, though implants allow communication and telepathic control of my charge. I can access his brain and his faculties. Vacant eyes of the nine to fivers passed over him, never catching the secret in their midst. The dreary landscape of the city daunted him, but he looked upward to the sky, to salvation…to me. A gray mist settled over him. How appropriate. A beguiling smile crossed his lean face as he made his way toward the imposing bank building on St. Paul’s. Sensing the weightiness of the rock mined from the gates of hell, he reached the unmarked entrance of a granite structure. It belonged to a clandestine Department of Defense initiative running under the codename Operation Revelation. Sivar checked his watch. Right on time for the meeting. Aware of the camera on the left, he slid in his card and stood unaffected by the scrutiny. The door opened. Making sure no one followed, he quickly entered and shut the door behind him. In the next room, four awaited Sivar Khaled, a man of Syrian descent. He was no terrorist, at least not in the typical sense, though he was here to usher in the next evolutionary step for Mankind. Don’t let that scare you. In fact, put it out of your mind for now. Go with Sivar. He knows what to do. Unfortunately, he was thinking of one person, Zulie Deschain. I’m not sure you have met her, but you know people like her. I feel his thoughts, his passion. They nearly drive him mad, but it will provide him with fervor to complete his mission. This is what echoes within him: "Like the others I’m here to take Zulie to a group, Aliens Anonymous, because if she is to survive, she must first know that she is in danger." That was all he knew. On a recent stake-out, he had only seen her from afar, but her face haunted him. Delicate in profile, though highlighted with stubborn qualities, she would be a challenge. Dark eyes resisted any confirmation of his presence. She walked by him, not caring who or what he was, as long as he stayed far away from her. Too bad, he thought. The time had come to open her eyes, and it started here in a secret room with people who made pawns of the chosen few. Once inside the sound proof vestibule, Sivar stopped in front of the guard manning the desk. The programmed man in a black suit sized up the stranger and checked his card. Then he stiffly handed it back. Leathery skin draped soulless eyes. “I’m Sivar Khaled. They are expecting me.” “Pass your hand through here.” He had his implant scanned. Then the bleak guard nodded and let him pass through the door. Another armed guard led him to the meeting room on the right. Sivar peeked in. Two women and two men awaited around a large wooden table. It was square, not round as if everyone were equal. Senator Brick, a round man with grumpy features sat next to stiff General Murphy whose demeanor said he ran the show. Beside him sat a diplomat known to Sivar only by a single name, Webb. Just as shady was the beautiful but severe blond NASA scientist, Stephanie Moore who spoke. “Have a seat.” As far as Sivar knew, the President thrusted Project Disclosure into the hands of these four members. No doubt linked to the Illuminati, it was decided to use irregulars for this commission, irregulars being people operating outside of intelligence organizations; thus no bureaucracy or paper trail to hinder them. As directed by their alien contacts, including me, they hired this former Blackwater mercenary as an independent contractor and gave him a task. Identify and round up these people, get them in some kind of support group as a ruse and then monitor them. It seemed harmless enough, though he knew better than to trust these arrogant scions of the New World Order. Any alien manipulation was murky as if a nightmare on the tip of remembrance. A file was pushed in front of him. Sivar glanced quickly and then shut it. He had been previously briefed by the General and withheld any emotion. Something about this case troubled him. “Enclosed is her work address. Monitor this woman and implement the planned tactic we have discussed.” Again it was the woman who spoke. Silver blonde strands embraced her long neck and icy blue eyes sliced through him, seeking cracks in his resolve. “Yes, sir.” He didn’t know how else to address such a ball buster. A hint of smile passed over her stone face, while the stodgy fellow to her left said, “Take Tech Sgt. Turner with you. He also has been briefed and is waiting for your call.” Senator Brick took a card from his wallet. A phone number was pushed to the edge of the table, so Sivar took it and slipped into his pocket. “Give it to the target and report back at 0800.” “I will, Senator.” “We want this job completed within the month. See that she is baited or implement tougher measures as needed.” Tougher measures included kidnapping. “That will be all.” Sivar nodded and rose. Tucking the file under his arm, he retraced his steps past the guards and slipped out into the cool air, grateful to escape. I will leave you now with Sivar, but don’t forget who is directing this tale. He is never without me. It is my agenda. I will be near, though out of sight. If this doesn't scare the s.$% out of you, you aren't human. Oh, well. Join the club. They are expecting you.