There is a brief period of only ten years, from the close of the War until
the introduction of the Boeing 707 when commercial air travel across the
country uses large four-engine propeller planes. They are noisy and slower
than jets, the ride is bumpier, the tickets are expensive, but there is a
certain luxury and charm about them that is soon extinct. Jill flies to the
East Coast of the United States using one of these since she has chosen
not to learn how to fly a saucer. Robyn told her that Jerry has died in
captivity, and this is foremost on Jills mind when she prepares to see her

Earl Roland is delighted to see Becky return to his Bethesda, Maryland home
after nearly eight months apart. There had been no contact during that time
and he has many questions, beginning with, “How many people are we talking

“Well, just the three girls, now, because Jerrys dead. Not enough to war-
rant all your attention, father.”

“Whos the leader?”

“They have no real boss. Maybe Dory, I think.Kim and Sofie tend to do what
she wants even when she doesnt say it.”

“Kim and Sofie are the ones who escaped Hanford. Dory is their accomplice.
I want to bring all of them in, Becky.”

“What do you know about Roswell? When Jerry was shot?”

“Nothing at all, dear, dont be silly.” Her father pulls her close for a
hug. He runs his fingers through her hair and feels the bump on the back of
her head. “Do you want to talk about whats happened to you?”

“I know what happened to me. We call it the Change. My brain has been re-
modeled by some sort of virus from outer space.”

“You dont know that!”

The source of the Change seems to be a sore spot with him. It is something
his mind refuses to accept. She says, “Fine, Daddy, lets not talk about me.
What happened to Jerrys body?”

“Jerry Shybear lived for a week after the Air Force picked him up. We just
wanted to ask him some questions, dear.”

“Asked about the Change and didnt like his answers either.”

“We just wanted to ask him a few questions, but he died. I dont know how
that happened, but it was not my doing.”

“Let me get the story straight from him.”

“Im sorry dear, hes dead.”

“I know that. But Daddy, Im betting you still have a souvenir from Jerry.
A part of him that doesnt rot because it isnt really alive anymore. Im bet-
ting your curiosity won out and you have Jerrys brain. Bring him out to me,

“Id rather you didnt see it.”

“No more hiding the truth. Ill go back to them, Daddy. Back to your Domes-
tic Enemies! Ill beg them to take me back and Ill never return to you, un-
less you kidnap me too.”

Earl looks at her for a long time. Finally he opens a desk drawer and re-
moves a crumpled white lump resembling a water bag, with one end narrowing
down to a connector. He lays it out on the desktop. “Peoples Exhibit A.”
Jill stares at him. For a moment the old Becky part of her does not recog-
nize him as her father. He is dead to her. Her father is dead and Jill
doesnt know who this strange man is. Then again, in a very real sense Becky
is dead also.

She grabs it and shows him the 55 pin connector. “Look at it! This is what
happened to me! This is real! Can the United States do this yet? Can anyone
in the world do this yet? Dont tell me the Soviets. Oh, sure, thats what
youre telling everybody, enough times that you are even starting to believe
your own crap. But no one on Earth has this kind of science.”

“We cannot know the answer to that, one way or the other!”

“We arent the only ones in the universe, Father. We arent as clever as we
think we are.”

“Honey, your brain has been affected. A strong delusion could be built
right in, it could be an intended part of the change.”
This isnt her father anymore, she thinks. He can hatch schemes centered
around the strange Change that happened to Robyn and Hunky, even send his
own daughter to accept the Change, but he would just dance around the cen-
tral reality of it. He isnt really sane anymore, and this makes the part of
her that is still Becky Roland very sad.

The Purple Cable doubles as her belt. Jill removes it from around her dress
and hooks herself up to what is left of Jerrys brain. She does the download
while her father is watching.

Jerrys last moments are the most vivid. He had been stripped naked, because
that is an foolproof way to remove from a person the natural psychological
shielding allowing them to resist torture more effectively. His arms had
been tied, bent back around a 55 gallon drum filled with solid concrete
that refused to budge even under Jerrys strongest attempts to move it. His
legs were spread straight out, including the one in a cast, and his ankles
were held in clamps securely mounted to the floor. He couldn’t make the
hand gesture he needed to pull the Golden Gift from the subspace pocket.

There was another man there to torture Jerry, wielding a pair of bolt cut-
ters. They were closed around the toe right next to the big toe on Jerry
left foot. He looked eager to use them, and he only awaited the signal from
Roland to proceed.

Roland said, “Im Earl Roland, Mr. Shybear. Your friends Kim Zinter and So-
fie Krause might have spoken to you about me.”

“Whos this other asshole?” Jerry asked with a side nod.

Roland said, “Meet Ed Conley. He does all my wet work. This is really going
to amaze you, Jerry, how much its going to hurt. So I really suggest you
start telling me everything you know about whats happened to you and your
friends back in Greendome. Because youve got ten toes, Jerry, and each one
is good for at least two bites.”

So Jerry started to speak about the living suns which men have worshiped as
gods, and how they would, from time to time, take possession of human be-
ings and live on Earth as one of them. All of this seemed like just so many
lies to Earl. “Obviously youre not taking this interview seriously at all,
Jerry. So Ed, go ahead and take that first bite.”

Jerry chose that exact moment to die. The record came to an abrupt end. But
now Jill has all of Jerrys memories. There was no True Death for him. Jerry
is dead, but Jill obtained his final memories. By doing this, she sets a
powerful precedent. Going forward, no matter what happens, if a brother or
sister goes down, the bnei elohim drop everything and work to save his or
her final memories. In years to come a continuous neutrino transceiver
would add a measure of safety, but there would still be times when an ex-
traordinary effort would be required to retrieve a fallen comrade from the
True Death.

“You tortured Jerry, Daddy!” Jill says, letting Becky come through once
more. “You and Ed Conley!” And with these words, Earl confirms that memo-
ries are transferred through the cable.

“That is what I wanted you to avoid. There were some things we had to know
and some things I had to do that Im not proud of. Im sad that you had to
learn about this whole mess.”

“And Jerry died for nothing. He told you the truth!”

“But we didnt kill him! He did that on his own!”

“Its the Change. We can kill ourselves just by thinking about it. But Fa-
ther, dont you dare tell me Jerry Shy Bear was to blame for committing sui-
cide. Not when you had him tied up and helpless and were cutting his toes

“I know theyre working toward a purpose. What are they really after, Becky?
I already know theyre in the waste management business. Is that all they
want, just money?”

“Money, Daddy? Is that what you thought when you offered me as bait, with
my trust fund opened up to catch their eye?”

“You have to go back. You have to ask them to take you back.”

“Father, listen to me, because on this everything turns. Where did you get
all of your new money? The truth, Daddy.”

“The thing growing from Kim and Sofies head, it is bone, yes, but there was
also a new kind of material made from carbon, the atoms are arranged in
ways we never thought of before. We still dont know what they are, who made
them, why, or where it came from. But we monetized that.”

At that point Jill stands up and goes to a corner of the room, and her head
becomes very still with not the slightest movement. Only her mouth moved to
speak the words, “Go on.”

She does this because she wants to record everything her father says, and
it has to look like it is taken from a television camera mounted on a tri-
pod. Its a sting. Jill gets her own father to make a smoking gun film.

Back in Greendome everything Earl Roland said is taken directly from Jills
memories and transfered to sixteen millimeter film using a kinetiscope, a
television cathode ray tube connected directly to a movie camera. Video
tape would have been easier but it would not become widely available until
1957. The procedure also requires a new device to actually map the
thoughts, memories, and daydreams of Jill as a television video signal, but
with thousands, not just hundreds, of scan lines, since film grain is so
dense. This gadget is put together over a period of two weeks by Jill using
some of the technology Haziel had brought to Jerry from farther up the

At first the images she builds up are indistinct, but they become more and
more clarified as Jill learns how to use the setup better. She constructs a
moving image of her father from the recent encounter. Each take is a per-
formance demanding all of her attention. She has to concentrate as hard as
she can to provide every detail of her conversation with Earl. Many takes
are rejected because she forgets to animate the muscles in Earls face as he
speaks, or she mismatches the audio to his lips. Each new take is an im-
provement over the old. Pathways in her newly-modified brain kick in to
make the work easier as soon as the neuron analogues “catch on” to what she
is trying to do.

It takes two more weeks, and when it is finished Jill has a short black and
white segment of 16mm film indistinguishable from the real thing, as though
Jill had somehow worn a movie camera strapped to her head that day with her
father. It wasnt the entire discussion, just the juicy “smoking gun” part
at the end that Jill hoped would eliminate her father as an irritant to the
bnei elohim forever.

She also has a number of photographs printed from Jills memories of Jerrys
memories including Roland, Ed Conley, Jerry Shybears toes with a bolt cut-
ter around them, and the condition of the flying saucer at the crash site.
Robyn straps herself into the thing too and makes photographs of the peo-
ple at the Hanford Clinic she was going to testify about: Dr. Ian Troch-
mann, Nurse Karen Ramsey, and Andrew Fulford, who was the man in the white
scrubs, the “muscle” to make sure Robyn and Hunky behaved. She also makes a
photograph from her memory of the keypad that was used to open the door of
the Clinic from the inside.

They figure the only hard part will be explaining how the photographs were
taken. Robyn decides she will commit perjury. She will say a camera was
smuggled into one of her CARE packages from Jerry and Dory, disguised in-
side a box of corn flakes, and the film was carried out by herself when she

Jills pictures, of course, would be mixed with the ones she took with Jerry
on their little lovers get-away when she was “Inge Hahn”. Robyn has largely
forgiven Jill for that.

“Are you sure this will work?” Jill asks Robyn when they pack everything
together for the flight to DC, which would be by saucer since Robyn did
take lessons from Hunky and Dory on how to fly the things.She was consult-
ing the oracle.

“It will. We have evidence that Earl Roland is running a government inside
the government. And the, you know, actual government, mightnt like it. Well
have to surrender to US Marshals and walk right into the lions den, Capitol
Hill, in Washington, DC. But if we play our cards right, well be free.”
Somewhere over Iowa Robyn comes to a decision. She turns to face Jill and
says, “I know youre in there, Jerry. You must know that I consider our mar-
riage to be dissolved.”

Jill nods and bows her head. Then she smiles and looks straight back at
Robyn. “Of course. I understand. But I will still get to watch Edgar and
Ariel grow up, and that will be enough for me.” She watches Robyn accept
this silently.

“You are bnei elohim, Jill, but Haziel says you show every sign of becoming
what she calls the loyal opposition.”

“Hunky and Dory and I have never quite hit it off,” Jill says. “Must be
from being a boy before this happened. Even now I still feel like Im al-
ways on the outside looking in.”

Robyn lays a hand on Jills hand. “Haziel also says this mode youve cast
yourself in will be good for us over the long haul. Things will never get
boring as long as youre around.”

“Earl isnt my father anymore. I have happier memories.”

“Then let us celebrate your father,” Robyn tells her, “the Earl Roland who
was, before he ever heard of the Change.”

At the Capitol building Robyn and Jill are run through a metal detector,
patted down, and their papers are searched, but the search is not thorough
enough for security to discover the connectors at the back of their heads,
hidden by their religiously-mandated pony tails. There is not enough con-
centrated metal in the things to make a metal detector get anything but get
a whiff.

Washington, DC.

The hearing is in the venerable Room 315 of the Old Senate Office Building.
It is ten oclock, and Chairman Samuel L. Boren gavels the hearing to order.
The first witness of the day is Mr. Michael Evers of Roswell, New Mexico,
who operates a ranch that sprawls over many square miles of arid land to
the northwest of that town of about 22,000 people. In his opening remarks
he testifies thus, from prepared notes:

Mr. Evers: “On July 7, 1947, two cowhands in our employ found a shiny me-
tallic object in the desert that looked like two shallow stainless steel
bowls which had been welded together, mouth to mouth. There were many large
caliber bullet holes in the object. And when these cowhands took a closer
look, they found an Indian inside the contraption who said his name was
Jerry Shybear. He was severely injured, with a shattered bone in his thigh
and a bullet wound that he had somehow managed to staunch with a tourniquet
and pressure. The cowhands brought the man to me, and I drove him to a doc-
tor in Roswell to be treated. After that I asked my cowhands to show me
where the disk had crashed, and I saw the object with my own eyes, both
inside and out. The next day, the Army came out with two trucks, including
a crane truck, and carted the object away. Later that evening the local
newspaper carried a story that a ‘flying saucer had crashed on my employers
land, which created a sensation I did not and do not want. These are the
basic facts, gentlemen, but I am prepared to testify if any amplifying in-
formation is requested.”

The Chairman recognizes Senator Lee Wenden, Democrat, Colorado.

Senator Lee WENDEN: Good morning Mr. Evers. Can you tell me how big this
disk was that you found?

Mr. EVERS: Bigger than a car, Senator, but small enough to fit, perhaps,
inside a two-car garage.

Senator WENDEN: And you say there were bullet holes in the thing. Is it
safe to say it was shot out of the sky?

Mr. EVERS: I dont think so, sir. There was no odor of fuel. There was noth-
ing in the way of a motor for the thing, or any controls to fly it. The
thing was, as near as I could tell, identical perhaps to a toy ‘flying sau-
cer a city might put together in a park for kids to play on, except for the
bullet holes. It didnt have the kind of damage one would expect to see if
it crashed. There was no scattered debris.

Senator WENDEN: So you have no idea how this object got into the desert
thirty miles from the nearest town?

Mr. EVERS: No sir, and the Indian, Jerry Shybear, said only that he found
it, and crawled inside to take a look, and fell asleep, and that he had
been strafed from the air by planes.

Senator WENDEN: Was Jerry Shybear still alive when you checked him in with
the doctor in Roswell.

Mr. EVERS: He was alive, sir, and in my opinion, his wounds were not life-
threatening. As far as I know, he is still alive. I left my number with the
doctor, and told him Id like to help if I could. This Jerry seemed like a
nice kid, and I felt sorry for him, he was in quite a bit of pain when we
took him in over some bumpy roads. There was no way to avoid that. To this
day I havent heard anything from the doctor.

Senator WENDEN: Thank you, Mr. Evers. I yield the balance of my time to you
Mr. Chairman.

The CHAIRMAN: Thank you, Senator Wenden. Mr. Evers, you may step down.

Robyn is called to take the seat vacated by Evers.

The CHAIRMAN: Please state your full name for the record, and tell us a
little about yourself.

ROBYN: My name is Kimberly Barbara Shybear. I was born in a small hospital
in the small city of Greendome, Nebraska. I am twenty-two years old. My
father Erik Zinter served in the First World War, where he was shot on the
Western Front and came home with only one arm remaining to him. He married
a Red Cross nurse named Clara whom he met over there in France. After the
war he worked as a miner in the coal mines around our town, and that job
killed him when I was just fourteen. I was a student at a private high
school that was operated by my church, but I was not permitted to graduate,
for reasons that I will explain shortly in my testimony.

Senator WENDEN: Thank you Mrs. Shybear. You heard the testimony of Mr. Ev-
ers just now. He said he found a young Indian named Jerry Shybear inside
some metallic wreckage on his land. Any relation to you?

ROBYN: Yes Senator, Jerry Shybear was my husband.

Senator WENDEN: And he lived with you in the Greendome area?

ROBYN: Yes, Senator.

Senator WENDEN: There is no record of a marriage license filed at the loal
courthouse for a Mr. and Mrs. Jerry Shybear.

ROBYN: No Senator, because I was a fugitive, for reasons that I hope will
come out in my testimony here today. I was wed by my pastor in the Green-
dome Church, in the presence of many other witnesses, but it could not be
filed with the state. And now, of course, it doesnt matter, even if I get
all the legal paperwork squared away, because Jerry is dead.

Senator WENDEN: So it is your testimony that Jerry Shybear is dead?

ROBYN: Only my friend Becky Roland, who is also here today, can testify how
and why Jerry Shybear is deceased, and provide the relevant evidence prov-
ing it was due to homicide.All I can give is hearsay.

Senator WENDEN: Do you know how your husband came to be in New Mexico on
July 7, 1947?

ROBYN: He said he was going to do some kind of Indian spiritual thing
called a vision quest, a very long walk in the wilderness, perhaps a bit
like when Jesus Christ fasted forty days in the desert. But how he ended up
near Roswell I cannot say.

The CHAIRMAN: Can you tell the committee what is your present occupation?

ROBYN: I am a full-time mother, raising my son Edgar and daughter Ariel.
They are living reminders of my deceased husband, and I love both of my
children very much.

The CHAIRMAN: How do you support yourself?

ROBYN: My friend Rebecca Roland is helping me make ends meet. She is here
today and like myself she is willing and eager to cooperate with this pan-
el, Senator.

The CHAIRMAN: Why are you so eager to cooperate, Mrs. Shybear?

ROBYN: I want to clear my name.

The CHAIRMAN: Clear your name? Please explain.

ROBYN: When I was still in high school I developed a bone cyst on the back
of my skull, in the shape of a little white cup. My mother took me to the
doctor, but somehow it developed into a federal case. I was quarantined for
almost two years at the Hanford Nuclear Reservation about two hundred miles
southeast of Seattle. Senator, with your permission I would like to enter
into the record this photograph of the interior of the clinic there at Han-
ford where I was imprisoned.

He nods and waves for his assistant to go fetch it. Robyn gives her the
photo, and after Boren looks at it, he gives it to the other senators on
the panel to examine.

ROBYN: Senator, I also have pictures of my captors, with their names writ-
ten across them. Chief among them is Doctor Ian Trochmann, and he was aided
by a nurse Karen Ramsey, and a man named Andrew Fulford. Doctor Trochmann
said he took his orders from Earl Roland.

Robyn passes these photographs forward as well, to be filed in the official
record of the proceedings. She deliberately neglects to mention that Hunky
had also developed the bone cyst and was in quarantine with her because it
clouds the narrative she is developing and might bring things to a dead
stop while they wait for Hunky to come to DC as well.

The CHAIRMAN: Mrs. Shybear, I have to ask how you managed to take these
photographs. These could be from anywhere. If I use these images to drag
these people in front of this committee, they could be innocents who know
nothing of Hanford.

ROBYN: Senator, my friends sent me a camera inside a box of cereal, which
in turn was sent inside a CARE package. I have no doubt, Senator, that your
staff will soon provide you a roster of everyone who worked at Hanford dur-
ing the war, and you will find these three names on that list. When you
bring them before this committee, you will see their faces match these pho-
tos, and that I was telling the truth. In the meantime, please accept that
I consider my oath to be binding when I was sworn to tell this committee
the truth.

The CHAIRMAN: Since you are seated before this panel today, Mrs. Shybear, I
take that to mean you were not deemed contagious, and you were eventually

ROBYN: That is partially correct, Senator. I was not contagious, and this
was confirmed by Dr. Trochmann, but I was not released. That is the impor-
tant point that I want to testify to you here today, and it is my sincere
hope that you call Dr. Trochmann here to confirm it officially. I am not
contagious. This is just a bone cyst.

The CHAIRMAN: Will you approach the panel so we may examine for ourselves?

ROBYN: Yes Senator.


She lifts her pony tail and presents the little white cup at the back of
her head for their inspection. Before she did this, she had rubbed the in-
side of the cup with her fingers to break off all the little black graphite
pins, knowing they would grow back later. She knew that showing the Senator
fifty-five little black pins in a neat array would lead to a line of ques-
tioning she was not prepared to answer.

ROBYN: (after returning to her seat): I remained locked inside the clinic
at all times, Senator. It became obvious to me that I would never be re-
leased. So I had to escape on my own.

The CHAIRMAN: Please tell the committee how you managed that.

ROBYN: First, Senator, with your permission, I would like to enter one fi-
nal image into the record. This is a picture of the keypad that was used to
unlock the door. It has sixteen buttons, labeled zero through nine, and ‘A
through ‘F. The combination to unlock the door is just four digits long.
One of my captors, the gentleman named Andrew Fulford wasnt very bright, I
watched him punch the numbers one day: 7DFC. And this was the same number
they used on both doors, the room in the clinic where I was held, and also
the front door of the clinic. So one night I punched those numbers in and
just walked right out of the clinic.

The CHAIRMAN: And you found yourself, no doubt, in the middle of one the
the most carefully protected installations in the United States. How did
you get out of Hanford undetected?

ROBYN: Oh, I was detected, all right, Senator. But I simply walked out into
the river and floated downstream. So serious was this Earl Roland character
about keeping me there, dead or alive, that he had his guards take several
potshots at me with rifles. I had to keep ducking under the water until it
carried me far downstream.

The CHAIRMAN: And what did you do after that?

ROBYN: The river wasnt too cold, and not very deep. I could keep touching
bottom with my feet, so I let it carry me down to the nearest town, where I
got out and took a bus to Wyoming. When my pastor and friends picked me up,
they said the Army and the FBI was asking about me, and that I was a fugi-

Sen. BORSCH: When did your association with Miss Roland begin?

ROBYN: It was almost two years after my escape from Hanford, Senator. Some-
time in 1945, Im not sure exactly which month.

Sen. BORSCH: And her last name, Roland, didnt raise any red flags with you?

ROBYN: At the time, Senator, she went by the name Inge Hahn.

Sen. BORSCH: Thank you, Mrs. Shybear. Mister Chairman, with your leave I
move to use our time remaining here today to question Miss Becky Roland,
but I reserve the privilege of calling Mrs. Shybear back as a witness if
the testimony so requires it.

The CHAIRMAN: So ordered. Thank you Kim, you may step down, but please re-
main in the chamber until the hearing adjourns.

The CHAIRMAN: Miss Roland would you take the stand? Would you raise your
right hand and be sworn? In this matter now in hearing before the commit-
tee, do you, Rebecca Roland, swear that the testimony you are about to give
will be the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you

Miss ROLAND: I do.

Sen. BORSCH: Miss Roland, will you state for the record your full name and
home address?

Miss ROLAND: Rebbecca Jeanette Roland, 129 Goode Street, Greendome, Nebras-

Sen. BORSCH: Is that the only name you go by?

Miss ROLAND: No Senator, my friends call me Becky. And as Kim testified I
went under the name Inge Hahn recently.

Sen. BORSCH: Why did you use that name?

Miss ROLAND: Because my father asked me to use it. He wanted me to get
close to Kimberly Shybear, but he knew that would be impossible if I used
my real name.

Sen. BORSCH: And where are you now employed?

Miss ROLAND: My living expenses and allowance are paid out of a bank ac-
count that my father maintains.

Sen. BORSCH: For the record: Who is your father?

Miss ROLAND: He is Earl G. Roland, Jr. and he was connected with the Man-
hattan Project during the War. Today he says works for an agency called
DECON but I dont know anything about it. He also has certain business in-
terests on the side.

Sen. BORSCH: Do you know why your father was interested in Kimberly Shy-

Miss ROLAND: Yes Senator, it was her bone cyst. He was obsessed with it for
some reason. I love my father, but Im not sure hes entirely sane. He has a
position of authority in the government, but he used it to take away the
freedom of Kim, the freedom of another girl named Sofie Krause, and the
life of Kims husband.

I confronted him at his home in Maryland, and I brought a movie camera to
film his confession, and he still told me everything, knowing that it was
being recorded. His attitude was one of indifference. I hardly know my own
father anymore.

Sen. BORSCH: Are you prepared to enter your film into evidence?

Miss ROLAND: Yes Senator, and it is my sincere hope that this will clear
Kimberlys good name, and begin the process to give her justice for the
death of her beloved husband and my good friend Jerry Shybear.

The Senate projectionist already has the film threaded through the gate of
the projector and it is ready to roll. Boren asks for the lights to be
dimmed, and they began to watch the movie. To preserve the first moments of
the film, Jill had added the usual Academy leader that looked like a black
and white radar screen counting down from five to zero.

Earl Roland stood in the middle of his own living room, wearing his usual
black turtleneck shirt under a gray tweed jacket, with no tie. He was bald,
with only a fringe of dark curly hair wrapped around the back of his head.
Jill was not seen, but her voice could be heard saying, “You know how they
got their bone cysts, Daddy, but you dance around the issue and refuse to
look at it straight on.”

“Youre wrong, we did have a good look at them.”

“Whos ‘we?”

“RCS Zero.”

“Your company.”

He nodded. “Short for Radar Cross Section Zero. We used the governments own
engineers and labs at Hanford to analyze it, and learned to synthesize the
white stuff on a large scale. It absorbs radar perfectly, at the same time
being totally impervious to heat. Weve already made a fortune selling the
material to a fighter aircraft manufacturer to paint on the leading edges
of their wings. Its a goldmine for us.”

“So you lied. Kim and Sofie werent the source of a dangerous infection,
they were your cash cow.”

“I dont call it lying, Becky . I call it dealing with the world adaptively.
When Kim and Sofie escaped from Hanford the whole house of cards almost
crashed around me and some very powerful people who are also involved in
this. The only way to keep them from coming forward was to make them fugi-

“Fugitive. So you lied to the Army and the FBI as well.”

“Dont think ill of me, Becky . Im your father. I did it all for you and
your mother. Civil service pay is just not enough to give you two the
things you deserve to have.”

“They wont take me back. I burned my bridges with them.”

“Stop that film!” a voice is heard, and everyone sees it is Earl Roland,
the star of the movie.

Roland is accompanied by three thugs, one of whom advances straight to the
film projector. Another thug takes his position near the switch that con-
trols the lights in Room 315. The last thug stays with Roland. This last
thug is Ed Conley, and Jill recognizes him of course, from Jerrys final

“Father!” Jill cries out.

The thug near the film projector speaks a few words to the projectionist in
hushed tones. The projectionist looks quite upset and leaves Room 315 in a
hurry, speaking no words, leaving the thug standing there in his place. The
film abruptly comes to a stop, and the lights are turned back on.

“I think, dear esteemed Senators,” Roland says, “that in your rush to get
these ladies before your panel you moved a little too fast, and you didnt
give thought as to whether these hearings should be public, and not in se-
cret session.”

Senator Borsch is angry. “The Senate answers to nobody but the American
people. And you, sir, you are out of order. But thanks for coming, you have
saved us a little time. I was about to ask my staff to prepare a subpoena
to have you appear. We have many questions that require your immediate re-

“Senator Boren, this is a matter of National Security. You will not allow
that film to be shown in an open hearing.”

Senator Borsch says, “Mister Chairman, if I may, since I still have the
floor, we will proceed to show the film, notwithstanding the objection by
the intruder. And after we have seen the film, I think we should immediate-
ly discuss why the intruder should not be held in contempt of this esteemed

Roland turns to his thug next to the film projector and gives a hand sign.
He begins to unmount Jills movie and mounts one of the films Roland brought
along to be shown in its place.

Roland says, “Very well, Senator, you are of course correct. We will imme-
diately comply.”

His other thug kills the lights, and the new film began to roll. It wasnt
Jills film at all. In this short movie, the Republican Senator Jeremiah J.
Borsch, Mister Family Values, who is also the pastor of a large church, is
seen leaving a bar that was well-known to be frequented by homosexual men.
The film shows him entering a cab with one of the well-dressed patrons of
this bar. After that, the film, shot through the windshield of another car,
showed the Senator being tailed. Through the rear window he could be seen
kissing the man. And the film winds up with images of the Senator entering
a seedy Washington no-tell motel with this man.

The hearing room erupts into a cacophony of disbelieving roars and hoots,
bringing on a long spate of gavel-banging by Senator Boren before order is

Roland says, “Senator Borsch, I believe this film will be of some use to
you on your Select Committee on Homosexual Activities, which I know you
chair. Im not one to judge, but these days this sort of thing can be a real
career killer.”

Borsch looks at Boren and he had the answer to his unspoken question why
Boren is allowing Roland to disrupt the hearing.

“Mister Chairman,” Roland goes on, “I am prepared to show two more short
films at this time, of a similar nature. One will be very useful to Demo-
cratic Senator Lee Wenden on his Committee on Communist Influence in Gov-
ernment. The second film will be of some interest to you, Mister Chairman,
in your other capacity as chair of the Senate Sub-Committee on Graft and

Senator Boren says, “This hearing is on hiatus until further notice. The
Master-At-Arms will take custody of Kim Shybear and Becky Roland, and
transfer them into the custody of the Domestic Enemies Classification, Ob-
servation, and Neutralizaion Agency. That will be all.” And he punctuates
the proceedings with a final sharp bang of his gavel.

Rolands substitute projectionist gives his three short films to Senator
Borsch, but in return he keeps Jills movie. On his way out, Roland tells Ed
Conley, “I want the names and addresses of everyone who watched this hear-
ing from the gallery.”

And shortly after this Roland relearns a very important about taking any
member of the bnei elohim into custody. And that lesson is, no matter how
secure you make the cell to hold them, do not take your eyes away from the
prisoners for even a moment, or they will disappear right out from under