Walter Plethy Junior woke from an alcohol induced dream. He gazed through the darkness of the large bedroom at a figure silhouetted by the glow of Manhattan through the window.
“What the...? he stuttered as he switched on the bed-side light. He rubbed his eyes as if doing so would remove the figure from the room in the penthouse flat he used when he worked late. In fact, he used the apartment to escape the tedium of life at his family mansion in Connecticut. He told his wife he had to work late in town. Most of the time he drank and listened to raucous music. He never had affairs with other women because he considered himself not the type.
“It's time,” said the figure in a breathless growl.
“Time! Time for what?”
The figure moved toward the light. “It's you!” Walter gasped.
“Yes, it's me,” said the reptile as he gazed at Walter through green eyes. He was over six feet and dressed in black.
“You've visited me before, haven't you?”
“Yes, I or another have entered the light to see you.”
Walter rolled over his bed and sat on the edge. “I don't feel any threat from you, but I still don't understand.”
“It is time to mobilize our hybrids on Earth to join our troops to fight the threat of the Dark Army.”
“I'm a hybrid... I had dreams!”
“Yes.”
“Why should I do what you say?”
“We control everything on this planet, and we control you!”
“What if I say no!”
The reptile raised his head and gazed at the ceiling. “Then I will take your easy life away from you. How did you think a family of immigrants to the USA became so fabulously wealthy... hard work... luck?”
“So, all my family have stood for over the years was due to you?”
“Yes.”
“But, we're Ivy Leaguers!”
“As they say here in the light: get over it! Time to move; you will contact the other hybrids in the Inner Sanctum. I have awakened them like you along with others around the planet.
“But...!” uttered Walter as he looked around the room then back, but the reptile had gone.
He rose, switched on the main light, and walked around the bedroom looking in every corner. He then called security, but there had been no break into the building.
His mobile phone rang. He gazed at the screen. “Christian?”
“Walter, I have just had a visit from a strange, yet familiar, entity!”
“So have I, and it looks as if we will have to act!”
“I never believed I was one of these hybrid things. Did you?”
“No, but... oh I don't know!”
“What should we do?”
“We'll call a full Inner Sanctum meeting in the Draper Building and find out who else is involved.”
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The Draper Building lay in an innocuous area of Manhattan. A small building in a city of giants.
Helicopters landed one after the other on the top, and security guards rushed the occupants into the building as the sun leaked through the clouds in the midday sky.
The members took their seats around a huge table in the penthouse office. Guards stood around the room and patrolled outside around the helipad.
Walter stood. “Gentlemen I am a hybrid.”
There was a murmur around the table, and a few nodding heads.
“On the outside I am human, but underneath I am apparently reptilian.”
The room filled with reptiles.
“Perfect, the people who rule the Earth all in one room,” said the alien who had appeared to Walter, as he strolled around the table.
At length, a fair-haired member emerging from the shock stood. “What the fuck's this?”
“Please sit down,” said the reptile glowering at the man.
“What is it you want?” asked another member.
“As I have told others we need your help to defeat the Dark Army.”
“How can we help, we're not soldiers?”
“True, but your leaders of men who need to know of the peril they are in. The danger is far from over my friends!”
The members all looked to Ron Scrimgeour who stood and said, “The agencies within the USA will handle it.”
“What of the rest of the world?” asked the lead reptile.
The next day Ron Scrimgeour drove up to the army checkpoint and showed his CIA identity card.
“A minute, sir,” said an MP as he pressed a button on his walkie-talkie while another MP looked around the inside of his car then knocked on the passenger side window. Ron lowered the window.
“Open the trunk, sir.”
He released the catch for the trunk.
A soldier looked along the length of the under-side of the car with a mirror/detector.
“Okay sir, on you go,” said the first MP after getting a nod from his colleagues.
Ron Scrimgeour drove through the ring of steel around the White House. He had driven from New York City and was desperately tired, but sleep would need to wait until he had seen the President.
He entered the PEOC and was shown into the President’s office.
“Mr President, there may be a glimmer of hope. You may move out of here soon,” Ron said as he sat on a proffered chair.
“How so Ron? That Dark Army is gathering in power again.” said the President waving away the black-suited guards.
“The reptilian aliens that have controlled the Earth are about to enter the fray-on our side!”
“What's this now?”
“Come on now, sir... you know of what I'm talking.”
The President shifted in his seat and gazed at the floor. “Okay,” he said raising his gaze to Ron.
“Cards on the table. There are dark entities, aliens, above the Inner Sanctum I and every leader answers to around the world.”
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