Miller picked up Dolores at Love Field around noon. As usual, the Southwest Airlines flight was on time. He always felt at home at Love Field. It was a classy little airport with a world map embedded in the marble floor. As you came into the foyer, there was a magnificent bronze statue of a Texas Ranger that had a plaque that said, “One riot; one Ranger.” This said everything that Texas was about without wasting words.
Miller took Dolores to his house to drop off her luggage and to meet his wife, Jane. After spending some time chatting at the house, Miller, Jane, and Dolores went to his office to see the mysterious metal disk in the stone box. The disk was still doing its thing; it emitted pulses of green light at irregular intervals. Although Dolores Clark had seen pictures of the disk and its inscriptions, she had never examined it herself. She asked, “Is it okay to pick up the disk?”
Miller said, “I guess so; it has hasn’t bothered me any. It’s not hot; in fact, when you touch it, the disk is cold.” After Dolores had examined the disk, Miller said, “Let’s go to the blackboard in the classroom next to my office and summarize what we know about this thing so far. Then, maybe we can figure out what to do next.”
Miller said as he wrote:
“We know that there was an indication of where this object was buried when we visited the caves in the Sierra Cruillas and at Taman. In each cave, there were chips of green stone that emitted a green glow. These were embedded in white Chapulhuacan Limestone within a drawing of a pyramid.
“When we finally found the disk at a cave near Huayacocotla, we discovered the body of an Indian warrior draped over the box dressed in full battle regalia. You were able to identify him as an Aztec chieftain. Our veterinarian friend, Dr. Toa Vaca, told us that there is a legend among the local Indians about an Aztec chieftain who stands at the entrance of a cave at sunset blowing a horn made out of a conch shell. As he blows his horn, a green glow is emitted from the cave. All of this suggests to me the disk may actually be Moctezuma’s Treasure.
“Our analyses of the metal disk and the green stone indicate that both consist of substances that are totally unknown on earth. We still don’t know what sort of light rays are being emitted from the disk. It is possible that we are dealing with some sort of ultraviolet light.
“The ancient Mayan inscriptions still haven’t been properly translated. We absolutely need to find the leading expert in the world. One set of inscriptions on the disk is in a strange language that none of us have ever seen before.
“Arturo, Felipe, Gary, and I all had strange dreams after we visited Voodoo Hill at San Pedro del Gallo. Most of these dreams seemed to be related to the disk. For example, my dream was about the Aztec chieftain that we found in the cave and how he died trying to protect the disk. Arturo dreamed about Cortés invading Mexico. Gary dreamed about a spacecraft landing in Yucatán. Felipe dreamed about huge earthquakes, tidal waves, and volcanic eruptions that occurred throughout the world and killed millions of people.”
Miller said with a grim look, “Dolores, we have had nothing but bad luck since we found the disk. To start with, there were numerous mechanical problems with the van. Then, Arturo died of a heart attack in 2005 and Felipe disappeared while he was doing fieldwork in the Sierra Madre Occidental. The Federales think Felipe may have been bumped off by the drug lords. Only Gary Higgins and I are left. Gary is now an associate professor at the Institute.” “Didn’t Gary marry a girl from Mexico?”
“Actually, he married Dr. Toa Vaca’s daughter, Rosita. They fell madly in love when we stayed with Dr. Toa Vaca at Huayacocotla. I never thought that Gary would ever settle down. He chased every woman in sight.”
Dolores said, “Well, at least that’s some good news. It’s almost like you all have been cursed. Frank, I think we ought to add the possibility of a curse to your summary on the blackboard.”
Miller responded, “The alien aspect of all we have discovered seems to point us in the direction of NASA. I think I’d better talk to one of my friends in Space Sciences here at the Institute and see what he has to say. He might be able to suggest someone at NASA in Houston for us to visit.”
After a brief telephone conversation with his friend in Space Sciences, Miller said, “I found out that the best person to contact at NASA is a guy called Herman Swartz. He handles everything dealing with UFOs for NASA. Apparently, most of this UFO stuff is hush-hush and the American public knows virtually nothing about it. I suggest that you, Gary, Rosita, Jane, and I drive down to Houston tomorrow and show Dr. Swartz our toy from the Río Vinasco. I’ll get my friend in Space Sciences to set us up with an appointment for two p.m.”