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witness?"
"I don't have it yet. I'm working on it. Would you like me to speak with them about not discussing this UFO business with anyone?"
"Negative. Your assignment is simply to locate the witnesses. After that we'll let their respective governments deal with them. Have you learned how many witnesses there are?"
"Yes. Seven passengers plus the driver, the mechanic, and a passing motorist."
"You must locate them all. Each and every one of the ten witnesses who saw the crash. Understood?"
"Yes, General."
Robert replaced the receiver, his mind in a whirl. UFOs were real. The aliens were enemies. It was a horrifying thought. Suddenly, the uneasy feeling Robert had had earlier returned in full force. General Hilliard had given him this assignment, but they had not told him everything. What else were they holding back?
The Avis rental-car company is located at 44 Rue de Lausanne in the heart of Geneva. Robert stormed into the office and approached a woman behind the desk.
"May I help you?"
Robert slammed down the piece of paper with the license number of the Renault written on it.
"You rented this car out last week. I want the name of the person who rented it." His voice was angry.
The clerk drew back.
"I'm sorry, we are not permitted to give out that information."
"Well, that's just too bad," Robert retorted, "because in that case, I'm going to have to sue your company for a great deal of money."
"I do not understand. What is the problem?"
"I'll tell you what the problem is, lady. Last Sunday this car ran into mine on the highway and did a hell of a lot of damage. I managed to get his license number, but the man drove away before I could stop"
"I see." The clerk studied Robert a moment.
"Excuse me, please."
She disappeared into a back room. In a few minutes when she returned, she was carrying a file.
"According to our records, there was a problem with the engine of the Page 47
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car, but there was no report of any accident."
"Well, I'm reporting it now. And I'm holding your company responsible for this. You're going to have to pay to have my car repaired. It's a brand-new Porsche, and it's going to cost you a fortune.
"I'm very sorry, sir, but the accident was not reported, we cannot take any responsibility for it."
"Look," Robert said in a more reasonable tone of voice, "I want to be fair. I don't want to hold your company responsible. All I want to do is have that man pay for the damage he did to my car. It was a hit-and-run. I may even have to bring the police into this. If you give me the man's name and address, I can talk directly to him, and we can settle it between us and leave your company out of it. Is that fair enough?"
The clerk stood there, making up her mind.
"Yes. We would much prefer that." She looked down at the file in her hand.
"The name of the person who rented the car is Leslie Mothershed."
"And his address?"
"Two thirteen A Grove Road, Whitechapel, London, East Three." She looked up.
"You are certain our company will not be involved in any litigation?"
"You have my word on it," Robert assured her.
"This is a private matter between Leslie Mothershed and me." Commander Robert Bellamy was on the next Swissair flight to London. He sat in the dark alone, concentrating, meticulously going over every phase of the plan, making certain that there were no loopholes, that nothing could go wrong. His thoughts were interrupted by the soft buzz of the telephone.
"Janus here."
"Janus. General Hilliard."
"Proceed."
"Commander Bellamy has located the first two witnesses."
"Very good. Have it attended to immediately."
"Yes, sir."
"Where is the commander now?"
"On his way to London. He should have number three confirmed shortly."
"I will alert the committee as to his progress. Continue to keep me informed. The condition of this operation must remain Nova Red."
"Understood, sir. I would suggest The line was dead. Page 48
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