Part Two - The Doctor and his companion Andrea Blaine are being held at gunpoint for tresspasing on government property. The place in question is Roswell, New Mexico during July, 1947. An alien craft had just crashed there not too many days earlier, and the two of them are in the wrong place at the wrong time. The Doctor smiles and tries to talk his way out of the situation, "Under arrest? Why we didn't know this place was off limits...did we....Andrea? ", He motions to her with his eyes, hoping she'll go along with his desperate attempt to weasle out of it. She soon catches on though. " Oh...yes....yeesss, thats right! I think you guys better put up a sign or something. I mean really, theres no need to start harping at us because we didn't know it was restricted." The soldier just looks blankly at them. His eyes never shift away as he listens to their half assed story. " Excuse me mam, and sir.....but there is a sign sitting not more then one mile away from this spot. And seeing how I don't think you could miss a big sign in plain, large red and black letters that reads: Keep Out! I think you better find a story that sounds much better then that. Now then...." The two caucasian soldiers behind him walk around the two and point their guns at the back of their heads. As the main soldier talking to them finishes up his statement. " You can either do this the hard way? Or the easy way. Which is it? " The Doctor and Andrea both look at each other in a comedic fashion, and then sigh out their only choice. " The easy way ", they both say in unicen. " Alright then, Move people! ", he orders. The soldiers grab hold of them and place them in the back of the Jeep. The soldier that had been talking to them looks at the Tardis before he seats into the jeep with them all. " Is that yours sir? " The Doctor turns to look at the box, and then looks back at the soldier and smiles at him. " Hm? Oh that! ......yes, its just a little something I like to call home. ", he says in a jovial manner. The soldier just coldly stares at him again and pulls himself into the back with them. The two other rigid men of his ensemble get into the front seats, one driving and the other keeping his weapon on them at all times. As they start to pull away, the Doctor looks over to the overly concerned companion of his, and raises his eye brows at her as if to say " friendly aren't they? ". Andrea just kind of smirks at his gesture and shakes her head, she knows all to well the trouble they're in, and its not a laughable manner. Over at the base, inside a massive hanger, with huge number fifty one painted on the outsides of the rather large hanger doors, a group of men stand looking looking up. Some of them are in more of a green suit attire, some have a more deep blue outfit with a pair of gold wings pinned on them, a much more commanding look rather then the rest of the soldiers running around in thier light brown fatigues. These men all have metals of courage and valour splashed all over they're deep green and blue jackets, with ranking stars of Generals and Lieutenant Generals. All seem to range in age, but for the most part not more then 50 or even in they're late 60's. They all look above as the huge sliver space craft the army discovered and brought back with them, hovers over them like a mysterious monolith of a scorched greyish sliver. It lays on the floor infront of them, but is so tall, its like looking at a statue laying sideways. Partically covered with a huge tarp, they study its odd shape and design. " Big....isn't it? ", one of the older declorated generals says. The one beside him expands on his observation, " Looks rather smooth as well, but the configuration is rather angular, its definately not a russian make. " The one man that stands out infront of them all, is a rather stocky tall older gentleman, his face has a look of many years, and probably seen many a combat mission in his day. His simple hardlined glare at the ship almost feels like a man who's about to fear the worst about this strange discovery. Most men on this base salute him and call him by his title, General A. Chester Warner, but to his good freinds and fellow officers behind him.....he's simply known at Ace. He turns to the other seven big wig officals behind him, standing there gawking at the marvel, and lays down what must be done to cover up this discovery that no one should know about yet. " This thing is incredible! Technology like this doesn't seem possible, to any country. Gentlemen, we mustn't let the press know about this, I want a complete lock out and no one....I repeat no ONE....is to leak anything about it! Understood! " They all nod in agreement, but just to make sure they understand his barking order, they give him the proper response all soldier must bellow, " Yes Sir! " He smiles at their wonderful sence of professionalism, and lets them go to do they're jobs, " Thank you Gentlemen.....Dis-missed! ", he says and salutes them as they all do to him in return. General "Ace" Warner is a man who like his soldiers clean cut and totally loyal to his orders, never one to feel soft or show weakness in the eyes of his enemies, but to his own breed of American Gung Ho types, he'll always try to make them feel as if he's proud of each and every one of them. As the men all walk out of the structures main doors, one of the regular brown suited officer comes running in to see the General, he stops directly in his path and automatically salutes him. A scared look almost washes over his face, whether it be at the thought of being infront of the army's finest commander, or the fact that he's got some troubling news for him. " At ease, soldier. ", he says to the rather young lieutenant, saluting back at him so the young man can put down his arm at relay the news to him. " Sir! Perimeter Patrol has called in, they say they've captured two spies wandering into Area 51. Sir! ", he says with a young voice, shakey abit, given the fact that its news that the general doesn't want to hear. " What?! Damn them...", he says with utter contempt, ".....I'll bet it's those pesky reporters snooping around. This damn thing must have alerted the whole press by now.", his snipey muttering sends a chill up the lieutenant's back, but dares to ask the hard nosed military man what to do next. "Ah...Sir....should we throw them in the brig? Or escort them back off the property? ", the young boy licks his chapped lips, awaiting his commander's instructions. " No no.....Bring them here this time, I want you to put them in a holding cell and set up the interrigation room! I wanna know what these two, think they know about what's going on here. You got that Soldier! ", he harps at the young lad. " YES SIR! ", he screams back to his superior, saluting him again and then running off to execute his order. Warner isn't too fond of the press, he finds them all to be more of a pest then a help to the american public. For him, knowing nothing about what your own goverment does is much better then exposing too much. America to him is the righteous, and all other nations are the ones to be conserned and watchful for. For now, he's got to deal with a couple of civilians that have made their way into a tightly secured area. Not secure enough he thinks. The jeep carring the Doctor and Andrea, soon finds its way straight into the base, the whole area is a flurry with soldiers marching, army trucks and tanks driving by, and other clerical army members walking quickly by the huge chaos. Andrea and her Timelord friend look around at all the comotion, but more importantly see the massive number on the main hanger door, a quick flash of realization of where and when they are hits them like a ton of bricks. " 51.....", Andrea says as she sees the numbers, "..Oh no.....Area 51.....this is bad Doctor. We've come back to the most talked about military cover up in the hole of human history! " The Doctor's look of agreement doesn't make her feel to good, the Timelord that's brought her here just nods and gives his detailed response. "So it would seem my dear. I just hope we're not shot for tresspassing.....or worst..." Worst? Andrea thinks, what could be worst then being shot by parinoid soldiers who think your tresspassing on governement secrets? Her eyes glaze and roll at his wonderful bit of encouraging info. She wonders if coming with this strangely dressed man was the smart thing to do in the first place, back in the 21st century, she was a canadian officer of the law, from a small doomed community. Perhaps facing the canadian provience enquiry commitee would have been a lesser punishment then almost certain death.