Free Codename Angel (The Angel Chronicles Book 1) by Jason Chapman

Frederick returned home for a
day before heading to London.
    ‘Astounding!’ Dr Alan
Good commented. ‘We’re obviously dealing with something that goes way beyond
what the Russians or Americans may be capable of. It’s such a shame you
couldn’t have captured any of it on film.’
    ‘We would have needed
flood lights to get anything on film, it was too dark, unless you count the
area where the objects appeared.’
    ‘Sounds too good to
be true.’ Admiral Berkshire remarked.
    Professor Richard
Wilks looked across at him. ‘You doubt Professor Frederick’s eye witness
account admiral?’
    ‘No, but I still refuse
to buy into the notion that these objects may be from another planet. I’m sorry
Professor but unless I see these things for myself then I’ll keep my feet
firmly on the ground.’
    ‘You are entitled to
your opinion Admiral.’ Frederick said, ‘But I would appreciate if you would
keep an open mind on this. I have trouble believing what I saw, but I did see
these things first hand.’ He took a deep breath recalling the scene in his
head. ‘To witness something like that challenges the laws of physics. The way
they moved, there was no displacement of air, this rewrites modern day
aeronautical science.’
    ‘The question is what
we do about this. These objects, whatever they may be are able to out manoeuvre
our aircraft and are superior in speed.’ Norman Canning said. ‘We need to adopt
some kind of strategy in dealing with these UFOs.’
    ‘I think all we can
do for now is observe.’ Dr Arthur Lloyd stated.
    ‘Agreed!’ Sir Harold
Bates said. ‘But next time if we get the opportunity to view these things close
up we have to have some kind of electronic recording equipment.’
    ‘Tizard’s Flying
Saucer Working Party has never encountered anything like this.’ Chambers said.
    ‘At least we have
something to go on now.’ Ian Morgan said.
    ‘I want all of you to
take these reports away with you and read over them, and then you must burn
them.’ Morris Stanford instructed.
    ‘Burn them.’ Wilks
queried. ‘Isn’t that a bit drastic.’
    ‘This government is
still reeling from Burgess and Maclean last year, and MI6 believe there are
still Soviet spies within the government. Until we are sure that there is no
possibility of any sensitive information leaks we must make sure that any
information is available to just members of this group. We will keep the
original report which Professor Frederick has written which the Prime Minister
will review. But under no circumstances must any copies exist. We now have
evidence that these objects are not American or Russian which makes this above
top secret. We’ll meet up again next month to discuss any new developments.’

 
    Chapter15
     
    The Return of Edith
Jones
     
    Ripley – North Yorkshire – 10:26am
    Monday 1 st September1952
    Michael Smith slammed
on the brakes with such force he thought his foot was going to go through the
floor of his lorry. The figure in the road seemed to appear out of nowhere.
Applying the handbrake the local Farmer jumped down from his cab and briskly
walked to the front of his lorry. ‘Are you bloody stupid or what?’ He bellowed.
‘I could have killed you!’ The woman had her back to him and didn’t respond.
Smith walked around to face her. ‘Did you hear me you stupid..’ Smith stopped
dead in his tracks and stared at the young woman who was glaring down at her
stomach cradling it. Her blonde hair sprayed outwards and down over her face.
There was blood running from her nose, and her clothes hung loose around her.
Smith put his hand on her shoulder. ‘Are you okay?’ the woman slowly looked up,
Smith stepped back. ‘Bloody hell, Edith!’
     
    Whitehall – London –
11:06am
    Wednesday 3 rd September 1952
    ‘You know this is a
complete waste of time.’ Frederick protested. ‘We’ve already been to this
woman’s house. It’s clear she just buggered off and left her husband, now she
just turns