I’ve got to spread the word. My own site is no longer sufficient to get the truth out there. I’ve infiltrated a number of websites where I’m sure to get the exposure I need. Hell, I even hacked that game company Privateer Press, who I think are complicit (maybe unwittingly) in the things that have been going on.
So why am I boosting the signal? Because this will be my last update for I don’t know how long. It’s time for me to run, to hide, to lay low until the truth comes out and I am vindicated for my actions. I know I often make it sound like things are really desperate and my life and freedom are in danger. Maybe I’m a little paranoid. This time, though, there’s no question. They are after me. They are coming. I am a person of interest.
How do I know all that? I saw something I wasn’t supposed to see, something they don’t want anyone to see. With the information I had from Running Man and Houdini, I did something I probably shouldn’t have—I went to the mesa. Archuleta Mesa, near the town of Dulce, New Mexico, is where I have long thought Subterra Bravo is located. Turns out I was right.
I set up camp a few miles from the mesa and started taking picture with my telephoto lens. I couldn’t see much at first, just a few old buildings on top of the mesa, like an old forestry station or something. There wasn’t anything different about the mesa itself, except for what looked like small caves or tunnels carved into its side in various locations.
I watched the mesa for two days before anything happened, and then it happened all at once. The first thing I saw was a trio of black helicopters coming in from the west, silent as death. They were obviously military, bristling with guns and rockets. They landed on top of the mesa, and from what I could see through my telephoto lens, soldiers in strange black environmental suits and helmets came out of them. They didn’t look like standard military, that’s for damn sure. As soon as the guys in black got off the choppers, the gunships took off. Then the soldiers disappeared into one of the buildings.
I watched for another couple of hours and nothing happened, but I could feel something in the air, a sense of urgency, a sense of impending danger. Then it happened. Something big and round came flying out of the top of the mesa. It was about the size of small bus and made this high-pitched whining noise as it rose into the air much faster than any plane I’ve ever seen, so fast it looked blurry. I snapped a few pictures of it as it took off, but I didn’t get a chance to take more because then things went crazy.
I heard an ear-shattering boom followed by dozens of smaller thuds. Those holes I saw earlier in the side of the mesa were obviously exhaust vents or something, because after the explosions, geysers of dust came pouring out of them. The top of the mesa seemed to heave up into the air, then the buildings on top of it disappeared in another massive plume of dust and dirt.
The dust settled and then everything got really quiet. I knew I had seen something terrible, something I wasn’t supposed to see. So I got the hell out of there and fast. The pictures I’d taken alone were enough to ensure I’d never see anything else but the inside of a prison cell for the rest of my life if I got caught.
So its bye-bye time. I need to get far away, somewhere they won’t come after me, or at least have trouble finding me. They’ll try to keep a lid on this, and I imagine they’re going to be pretty pissed off at anyone with information that could make that harder for them.
Goodbye for now. I hope we’ll get to talk again at some point. Until then, keep looking for the truth they don’t want you to know.