Door One-O-Six Episode Five
Da Prez Is In Da House, Give It Up For Da Prez
By Hilda Agard

There is a loud knock on the door. Mystra opens it and two men dressed in suits, politely nod at she and Shabba who leads the way to the kitchen. Once the tour of the kitchen was over, the men linger while Mystra dismisses Shabba, also giving her a hug and a kiss. There is another knock at the door. A group of “Suits� enters. Twenty of them. Wheeling a number of large road cases through the doors. Within seconds of their arrival, the first two of the Suits, who were lingering, wheel one of the road cases into the kitchen. Then the other Suits split into teams, some are vacuuming the floors and walls, some are running cables and setting up sophisticated electronic and communication equipment, while others are dismantling Door One0Six’ electrical, environmental and communication systems.

The crew has arrived, Mystra is in full stride. Like a frantic traffic controller, she is spinning, pointing and screaming orders. It would’ve been obvious to any outside observer, that whatever is going on; Mystra is an integral part of it.
Four hours has elapsed, if the staff had returned at this very moment, they would’ve sworn that they were in the wrong place. There were doors in walls that were either solid before or in some cases, the walls never existed, when they left. Actually it would’ve been totally impossible for them to enter the Door One0Six without some type of high-level security clearance. Which, we are all well aware they don’t posses.

Mystra, the only child of an East Indian mother and a Chinese father, born in London, she attended the best finishing schools in Europe. Not much else is known about Mystra. Most of her past is a tightly guarded secret. Rumors have flown among the staff, about her sexuality, her political leanings and her occasional disappearances, sometimes for a week. And now this. But then, her name is Mystra, which we are more than sure is “Mystery Lady� in some dialect, somewhere in this world.

7am, just eight hours after this all started. The first of the VIPs to arrive is General Che Chou “Adam� Lei, the representative from the Republic of China and his entourage of 12. All dressed in their uniforms and military regalia. The General is shown to his area by two of the Suits. He sits at the table where his country’s marker is and his entourage sits just behind him and set up their translating and transcribing equipment. Soon the table, in what in an earlier life was the “Smoking Lounge� is fully occupied with military and aeronautical representatives from, Canada, France, England, Australia, Russia, Japan, Holland and the USA. Everyone in the room sit staring at the large blank projection screen as they wait to be addressed by the President of the United States. Some fidgeted, others shook hands, while others spoke with members of their entourage.

Then there are color bars on the screen and that annoying tone some TV stations use when they are going off the air fills the room. The tone stops, the screen goes blank. Silence.

An image of the White House fills the screen and disappears, a waving American flag fluttering in the wind fills the screen and the Americans in the room about 28 of them stand at attention in reverence as the Star Spangled Banner plays. Then the flag morphs into an empty room with a podium with the Presidential seal.

The President walks to the podium. He pauses. Smiles, then he starts.
“Good Morning, Welcome to all of you. I am glad that all of those invited could attend. My apologies for not being here in person, but I am there in spirit, because with today’s technology just as you can see me, I can also see all of you.� To prove his point, the President waves to them. They wave back and he nods and smiles in acknowledgement.
“Today, none of us are really ever that far way from the rest of us.� As he speaks he uses his hands to demonstrate, in his usual show and tell manner. He pauses. Those in the audience listening to his translated speech squint and react in puzzlement. “This morning we are gathered here, as you have read in your briefs, to discuss 2003 UB313.� In the top right corner of the screen there is the picture of a large planet rotating in animation.
The audience’s eyes move from the President’s image to the planet. “This ladies and gentlemen is our immediate problem. Our intelligence has told us that an object that large with a similar atmospheric and geological makeup as our fine planet Earth, could be a source, of, of, of, and I hate to use these words, but it could be a source of mass destruction. Because there is bound to be life and that life form could be on par with us, if not many, many, hundreds of years ahead of us.� He pauses again for effect. Then he smiles. “I am so happy that there is no press here, they always take what I say out of context.� Suddenly, the screen goes blank. Then up pops the color bars and the annoying tone. The chairman of the meeting, Brigadier General Dr. J “Biff� Stronhorne Of the United States Air Force, goes to microphone. Taps it. His aides are all occupied. Some on their cell phones while others are hastily thumbing away on their Blackberries.

The Mystery at Door One0Six continues in Episode Six.
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