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“AN ENTIRE SQUADRON disappeared.” Senator Scott raised his hands into the air, then snapped his fingers. “Gone. Just gone.”
“And none were ever found?” Dominic cocked his head.
“Not a trace. Not one. There were radio transmissions from the flight leader to the bases in Miami and Fort Lauderdale. Search and rescue ships and planes were sent out, but nothing from any of the missing planes was ever located.”
Tonita sighed. “Completely vanished?”
“Too many people were involved to try to cover the missing squadron up, so the Defense department—the Department of War at the time—began to plant misleading information about the strange happenings in the waters off Florida and the Bermuda Islands. They did a pretty good job of it, too, wouldn’t you say?” The Senator concluded.
“So, how does Roswell fit into all of this?” Dominic took a seat directly across from the Senator.
“As I mentioned before, Roswell is not the beginning of something. It was actually the end.”
“It is really a crash site?” Tonita asked, disbelief evident in her tone.
“Yes,” Senator Scott started, “It was a crash site. But not a crash of what you may think. No it was not aliens or beings from another planet,” he said with a bit of a laugh. “It is a crash site for an experiment in time travel, one that we thought had gone terribly wrong. But one that we found out later, may have gone just the way He wanted it.”
Dominic looked to Tonita who shook her head. Then he turned his quizzical gaze to the Senator. “He? Senator?”
Senator Scott shrugged his shoulders, “God.” Senator Scott leaned forward nearly whispering, “It was the way God wanted it to be.”