The Incident at Pine Hills Mounds
Black-eyed kids and other shenanigans.
Robert Williamson
Dr. Robert Williamson was the Director of the Mackenson Institute, the local college. As it happened, he was indeed busy. However, he realized that a call from the sheriff would always be work related—the kind of work that would amaze everyone if it was ever made public. With this in mind, he cleared his schedule. He appeared at the law enforcement center a short time later, and he listened to Jon and Lang’s story. He then looked at the pictures.
“Amazing,” said Williamson. “The mound looks just like a native temple or ceremonial mound. What are these things doing there? And why do they have humans on site?”
“I was hoping you’d tell me,” answered the sheriff.
“Well,” said Dr. Williamson, “I can’t answer your questions, but I’m going to make a phone call and get back to you. Do you have a private area that I can use?”
“Certainly. Trinity,” the sheriff spoke after pushing the button again, “find Dr. Williamson an empty office so he can have some privacy.”
“Yes sheriff.”
Colonel John J. Williams
Dr. Robert Williamson placed a phone call to a number that he and he alone had access to. Immediately a man answered, saying, “Williams.”
“Colonel, this is Dr. Williamson at Mackenson Institute. I’m Operative 1-4-1.” The colonel already knew all this, of course, but saying it was protocol.
“Yes?”
“I have a confirmed incursion.”
“Coordinates?”
“N 23 44.251 W 084 07.128.”
“Received.” Typing could be heard over the line and the colonel spoke again. “This is the Lang homestead?”
“It is.”
“Affirmative. I’ll call the sheriff now. Make sure your team is ready to go by 1400 hours today.”
“Understood. Williamson out.”
Colonel Williams sighed and called the Master Sergeant who worked for him. Sergeant Harold Gilbert was a large man who had been a First Sergeant and had seen combat overseas. He had volunteered to take his current position as a Master Sergeant because he was getting close to retirement, and he was born in nearby Tenby. He planned to retire there on his ancestral land, so when the Clarkston position became available, he quickly took it. Retirement was still in the future, so for now, at least, Gilbert was content to serve as the highest ranking NCO at what was usually called the Mackenson Army Depot, an official US Army Ordnance Depot.
The powerful looking man quickly appeared in answer to the colonel’s summons, and then departed to carry out his orders. The depot was known, publicly, as a place that stored and maintained Humvee vehicles and various kinds of ammunition. What was not known was that the facility had at its disposal various other kinds of weapons, some obsolete and some very advanced. Today, both the obsolete and advanced would be required.
Master Sergeant Gilbert went to work and, in less than two hours, special operations forces were en route from a classified location to the county airport (Clarkston’s Adventure Airways). Simultaneously, a nondescript agricultural aircraft landed at the airport. The crop duster pulled around and rolled into a take-off position but did not move again. Shortly after landing, a Mackenson Institute van pulled alongside the airplane. The plane’s two man crew were dressed in military flight suits. They removed two containers of something from the van and quickly installed it beneath the plane.
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