Free The Good Reaper by Dennis J Butler

finish flirting, you will probably want to know
if we can drive right into the base,” Rachel said as she turned and winked at
me with a big smile. It was her professional way of telling me she didn’t mind
the flirting but eventually we would have to talk about more serious things.
    “I see you’ve done this before. Although it would seem
easier to drive right in, I’m guessing we are eventually going to enter by
sea.”
    “Correct. There actually is no way to drive right in. The only
entry is hidden deep below the sea. It’s about a six hour drive to the
rendezvous which changes constantly. It’s always in the middle of nowhere.
There are plenty of secluded places here on the island so it’s easy to change
the meeting place frequently. From there we take a small craft to the sea
entry.”
    “But with all this coming and going, haven’t you ever been
seen? I know the shuttles are mirror cloaked but now that everyone has video
cameras on their phones isn’t there more danger of being photographed in the
air?”
    “The sea craft is quiet, small and fast and it is only a few
miles from the shore. If we were seen they would only see a ship rising about
fifty feet in the air. They would never be able to see the ship entering the
water. We fly out a few miles before dropping under.” Rachel was quietly
thoughtful for a moment and continued, “I suppose there have been hikers from
Europe or America who have seen us. They probably even know we are, you know,
aliens, but no one would believe them. If they did believe them, they probably
wouldn’t care. The entire question of the existence of aliens really depends on
us. When the time comes that we introduce ourselves, they probably still won’t
believe it. This is due to a kind of denial. Humans don’t want to believe that
there are beings that are superior to them.”
    Rachel paused for another moment and continued, “I should
rephrase that. We aren’t superior to them. We have just been around much longer
and we are technologically superior to them. Eventually they will evolve
spiritually too. I guess you can say that I do like them.”
    “How long have you been here Rachel?”
    “I’ve been at the base for four years. Unfortunately that
means I don’t get to meet many humans. The humans I have met I liked very
much.”
    As we drove north along the western coast it didn’t take
long to reach the outskirts of the capital of Hanga Roa , the main town, harbor and capital of the Chilean
province of Easter Island. The flat lowlands of Hanga Roa gradually gave way to rolling hills which gave
way to mountains off to the east. It was an amazing, desolate and breathtaking
area, unlike anything back on Ranjisan.
    Rachel passed the time by talking about the mysteries of the
island which rival some of the greatest mysteries of planet Earth like the
Egyptian Pyramids, Angkor Wat and Machu Picchu.
Rachel had a passionate tone as she spoke about the gigantic Moai statues and the different theories about how they were
carved and for what purpose as well as how they were transported and
positioned. Rachel rambled on for a long time about the great wall at Ahu Vinapu which some people
believe was built by the Incas. Rachel spent the rest of the trip talking about
the Incas. It was fascinating listening to her. I liked the sound of her voice
and by the time we approached the meeting place for the sea craft I decided I
was definitely attracted to her. She was smart and beautiful and passionate. I
liked her.
    “We’re almost there,” Rachel said as she navigated the Jeep
around some rugged off-road terrain. We had completely left the poor excuse for
a gravel road as the Jeep bumped along the rugged terrain. Finally we reached
the crest of a small hill and I could see the little outpost in a clearing down
in a small valley.
    The sea craft shuttle looked just like the one I traveled in
when I left the CIPE center after my orientation and training. It was a
remarkable piece of